Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee Book 3
Chapter 594 – The Man Who Pinched My A*ss (Beatrice)
“Mom! Hurry up, please!” I called out to my mother as I waited impatiently at the door.
“I don’t get why you gotta head in so early today,” my mom grumbled, handing me my lunch in a box.
“Mom! The boss asked everyone to show up. There’re some big-shot business folks coming in today. He wants us to dish out food and then drinks. It’s gonna be like a fancy shindig. So chill,” I explained, rolling my eyes not because she was fretting, but because of how the boss kept changing his mind all the time.
He’d specifically said we wouldn’t be needed before 7 pm. But here he was, summoning us for an afternoon cafe gig. At least he was tossing in some extra cash, which made it not too bad.
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“Ha! Just watch your step and don’t hang around those rich dudes longer than necessary. They’re real jerks,” my mom warned, sneering at the mention of wealthy folks, and I chuckled at her adorable cynicism.
“Cot it! Ill let ‘em know not to bother me ‘cause my mom says they’re jerks,” I teased, tossing my bag over my shoulder and stuffing the lunchbox in.
“Make sure you drink plenty of water and finish your lunch,” my mom’s voice echoed in my ears as I hopped into the elevator to head to work.
I didn’t have a car or a bike, and with the clouds looming, I dreaded the thought of walking. So, I aimed to hit the road as quickly as possible and make it to the venue.
Thankfully, I arrived on time.
The cafe setting was a breath of fresh air compared to the dim, eerie atmosphere of the bar at night. They were after the vibe, so the bar was dimly lit and filled with sketchy characters.
“Ah, there you are. He’s asked about you like four times already,” Gloria greeted me, and my grin widened, even though her words were concerning. “I’m fashionably on time. But hey, it’s great to see you again,” I embraced her warmly and gave her a little squeeze before slipping on my apron and hopping behind the counter.
“You never mentioned how hot the owner’s son is,” she whispered as we hugged. I raised an eyebrow at her as we parted.
“Why would I say that when I haven’t even met him?” I scoffed, shrugging my shoulders to convey how ridiculous she sounded.
“Oh, come on, that guy! He’s the owner’s son,” she pointed at Kevin with a mischievous grin. He was busy attending to the elite guests, but that didn’t stop him from pausing for a brief moment and returning her smile.
I gasped as it dawned on me. He never mentioned to me that he was the owner’s son.
“He’s Mr. Landon’s son?” I inquired in disbelief, and it became evident to Gloria that I had no clue.
“Wow, you’re clueless,” she exclaimed, dramatically covering her m*outh with her hands.
“Girls! Quit gossiping and start serving drinks,” the owner clapped his hands, snapping us out of our conversation, and we immediately sprang into action.
“By the way, how’s everything going with you?” Gloria asked as we grabbed the trays and began making our rounds to serve drinks. The regulars were absent today; the entire cafe was reserved for some meeting hosted by a wealthy individual.
“The mayor’s son,” Gloria pointed out the handsome guy sitting with some of the older businessmen. He was dressed impeccably in a sleek black suit, which accentuated his piercing grey eyes. It was Akin.
“He’s hosting this reception?” I inquired, and she nodded.
“It’s like a celebratory lunch for him sealing a deal. These are all his colleagues along with the wealthy CEO daddies,” she grinned to herself, earning an eye roll from me.
Wow! I had no idea he was such a big shot in the business world. No wonder he seemed disinterested in everything and everyone around him.
“Who’s she?” My gaze drifted to a girl sitting in the corner, eyeing Akin. She didn’t seem to be from his office.
“That’s Mr. Landon’s daughter, Ariana Landon. She’s here just to ogle that hot guy,” Gloria replied, with a hint of disdain in her voice.
“Let me tell you something, stay away from her. She’s one moody person,” she warned as she went her separate way. I had to serve the table next to Akin.
I paused briefly as the gentlemen deliberated on their orders. In those spare moments, I caught Akin stealing glances at me, acknowledging my presence here.
“Excuse me,” he said, his gaze intense. Something about it told me trouble was brewing.
As he started to rise from his seat, I watched Ariana, the owner’s daughter, approach him briskly. Being the boss’s daughter granted her free reign around the place.
“What can I get for you, sir?” I asked the middle- aged man who had been taking an eternity to decide.
“Is this available?” However, what happened next left me frozen in shock for a few seconds. He pinched my behind and smirked, winking at the others, who joined in laughter as if it were the best joke.
My breath caught in my throat, and I instinctively shifted away.
“I’d like some of that too. It seems big enough for us all to take a bite. And I’m guessing it’s t*ight too, but don’t worry, there are lubes to help all four of us fit,” another guy from his table chimed in, gesturing to the four of them seated there.
“Excuse me,” I muttered in a shattered voice, but before I could retreat, I felt a hand run up my skirt, pinching my skin so hard that a yelp escaped my l*ips.
I didn’t stick around; I fled to the back room, tears streaming down my face, overwhelmed with pain and disbelief. I didn’t even want to acknowledge what had just happened. As if things weren’t already bad enough, I saw Akin aggressively coming after me and I wondered what he had to say now.