CHAPTER 7

Chapter 7

Angela

The cafe was busy today. A lot of customers were in and out and it was probably because it was Monday. Coffee with cake was a perfect snack for the start of a busy, stressful week.

I worked in the cafe during the day and a bar close to my street during the evenings. Both jobs pay well but the cafe pays

better.

You need to move your a*s faster, Angela. The customers won’t serve themselves,

1 lifted my head to stare at my boss, Charles, and gave him a weak. fake smile.

“Sorry, Boss, Loffered an apology even though it wasn’t necessary.

“Sorry doesn’t fix things, getting better at your work does. A lot of people want this job, you do better or f*cking walk out of my door,” he spat, nagging repeatedly about not moving fast enough.

1 hummed as if I hadn’t zoned out of the conversation.

Charles was a rude, condescending b*stard who paid better than others. That was one of the reasons why I’m still working for him. This job sorts out seventy percent of my bills. Unless I want to be homeless. I have no other choice than to take his words seriously.

The doorbell rang, signaling the entrance of another customer. heard a loud gasp from the girl beside me and that made me look up.

“Goodness gracious,”

My eyes landed on the new customer and I held my breath.

Darius His presence brought along light. There was a shift in the air. His domineering aura grabbed the attention of the humans in the shop as they all stared at him.

He was wearing a shirt that hugged his muscles and a black shade that hid his eyes. I won’t deny the fact that he looked so good you could assume he was cut out of a book. A romance fictional book

I shook my head, pulling myself out of the s*upid thought so I could think reasonably for a minute.

How the hell does he know where I work? What was he doing here?

He moved over to my spot without saying a word. I decided to ignore him and continued preparing the order I was busy

with

“Can I order some cappuccino? He requested when he realized I wasn’t going to say a word.

Make your order over there, I pouted to my colleague’s section

“I want to make the order here. Is that too much to ask? He requested

I took in a deep breath I opened my mouth to give him a rude response but I realized all eyes were on hiu and me. I was more concerned about the condescending look my boss was giving the

“What would you like to order, su

He raised an eyrlow I don’t like repeating myself. Nitales”

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I gave him one of my infamous fake smiles. “Apologies sir. Please, take a seat while I prepare the cappuccino for you,”

He shook his head.

“It’s not for me. It’s for you. I’ll just sit over there and wait for you to join me with your drink,”

“What are…” before I could finish my statement, he walked over to an empty seat close to the window and took a seat.

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As if they were enchanted, the humans still kept their eyes on him. I was so sure the stares were not because of his good looks, it was probably because of his domineering aura. I sneered as I looked away from him.

I tried to ignore him as much as possible as I got busy with other orders but once in a while, when my eyes slipped to his corner. I found him staring at me. His shades were off now and I could see those blue eyes and the sadness that lurked behind them.

“Someone get that man his orders.” my boss snapped from behind me. I was so tempted to roll my eyes but I stopped.

“He didn’t make any order,” I replied.

“Then, what did he talk to you about?” He inquired.

“Nothing really.” I lied. I wasn’t about

ut to tell Charles the bu*ger that a man bought me a cup of coffee.

“Fine! I’ll sort this out. The earlier he leaves this place, the faster these lustful women will too, and other customers will come

in

I watched as he marched towards Darius. I couldn’t hear what their conversation was all about. I concentrated on reading their lips but before I could make out their words, my boss began walking back towards me with fury in his eyes.

“Go talk to him, Angela. If he stays here for one more minute, you’ll get fired,” he threatened. I swallowed hard before giving Charles a nod,

Quickly, I removed my apron and walked up to Darius table.

“What did you tell him?”

“What did he tell you I told him?” What was I expecting from him anyway? To tell me the truth?

“This is my workplace, Darius. You can’t just barge in here, do whatever you want, and expect me to no

He sat straight and stared at me. “All I’ve done is sit here quietly,”

“What do you want? I know you’re here for a reason,”

“I want to spend the afternoon with Reina,”

“WHAT!” I yelled, gaining people’s attention. I turned around and muttered an apology. “I would not allow tha

“Fine. I guess I’ll keep sitting here and wait until you leave work so I can see her,”

I looked back to see Charles staring me down with his hand folded against his chest.

“You really need to leave, Darius, I demanded.

“Stop being stubborn, Nibbles. There’s only one way for me to leave this place and you know the answer to that,” he po

at me.

Charles cleared his throat so loudly I could hear him. I knew I was so close to losing my job and if I did, I would starve so would my child. A few hours with Darius wouldn’t hurt, would it?

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“Fine!” I brought out a paper and pen from my pocket and wrote down Reina’s school address along with a note for her teacher and my phone number.

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“You can have her for just two hours after school closes. Once it’s over two hours, call my phone number or bring my child back to me, understood?”

He didn’t answer. Rather, he picked up the paper, read its content, and gave me a smirk.

“Good girl!” He whispered with a small smile.

I felt a cold shiver in my spine and I couldn’t feel my feet for a few seconds. His words released something that had been locked for decades inside of me.

“We’ll see you soon,

“Darius, don’t play any st*pid games. Two hours and you bring her back here,”

“Trust me. Nibbles, you and Reina are never a game to me,” He teased my chin with his finger.

I knew I shouldn’t have trusted Darius but I was desperate and he knew that. He used it against me.

Two hours after the school period ended. I didn’t receive a call from him. Four hours, still the same. Six hours, I was already at the police station to make a report about a missing child and was told to wait for twenty-four hours. I tried calling my mom to know if Darius was back in the pack but my mom said he wasn’t.

For the next twelve hours, I was crumbled, miserable, and lost.

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