A Partner For The Rich Playboy

CLAIRE. The old couple I served forty minutes ago smiled at me before leaving the restaurant and I smiled back. I waved cheerfully at them and glanced around the restaurant to check if the nice guy I'd served like an hour ago was still here,and sure he was still here but he didn't really take much of his food, as most of his attention was on his phone. He has been coming here frequently and as luck would have it, I've been the one at his service most of the time. We've never had a real long conversation, I only smile at him(a smile be doesn't return) after exchanging brief pleasantries then I have the formal conversation I'm supposed to have with him afterwards. He's obviously rich. I could see that from his attire,not always a business like attire, but come on,you know how much those shoes cost? Or his wrist watch? Or his phone? He looks simple and yet managed to show off some sophistication. He easily passed as the most handsome male here. He looked up and our eyes met. Shit! He

CLAIRE.I didn't want to be here in a lousy club perceiving different sweats and perfumes,but I'm here now,aren't I?If I didn't tell Terry about Charles' invitation,I wouldn't be here. The moment he got to know about the invitation,he started convincing me to go. He listed different reasons why I shouldn't go home early and why I should just club tonight. Terry knew Charles well since we all attended the same highschool and when Charles had specially sent a text asking if I would come tonight and I could bring friends if I wanted, I was reminded of his bad ways in highschool,always partying and still haven't changed. When I entered the club with Terry behind me who had been reminding me that we're going straight to the VIP section in the club where Charles and his friends were having fun. I looked kinda different from the other girls here in my simple high waist tight jeans and crop top. My dark brown hair was up in a ponytail and I had a shiny lip gloss on to coat my lips. I look

CLAIRE. I checked my phone as I took a bite of the pancake made by Terry in Charles' kitchen. I smiled after reading the message and began to type. 'Thanks for checking up on me Dave,I hope you're fine too'The memory of the free conversation we had yesterday came flooding to my brain and I smiled widely. "Dave?" I looked up and realized Charles and Terry has been watching me intently. I nodded at Charles."Yeah Dave. He got my number yesterday""Dave is a nice guy. He's really cool" Charles said. "He is" I agreed. "This is the first time I'm seeing you roll with cool guys" Terry threw a remark at Charles."Your a shithead" Charles said grinning along with Terry. "They look matured and act older than they look" Terry comments."That's 'cause they're older. I'm the youngest among them" Charles said. "Oh" I said softly. "But I really like that Ryan dude" Terry stated.I kept mute, waiting for his next sentence. "He's got nice vibes" He added. Charles took a sip of his coffee,

CLAIRE. It seems Ryan really enjoys getting me pissed off because that's what he has been doing ever since he offered to help me. He doesn't care about hurting anyone's feelings,and it takes just seconds for him to rile me up.I want him to go back to being the expressionless customer that doesn't say more than five words to me. We were so cool until I unintentionally hit my head on his chest, right at that moment, everything changed. "I know you're not a gentleman" I said sharply with the furiousness I felt in me. He smirked "Hm. You just realized that now?"That made me silent for a while. I held the shirt in my hand, glaring daggers at him. I stretched the shirt towards him. "I'd better not change then" He looked taken aback like he'd expected me to do something more dramatic, but he soon recovered. "Your gonna ruin my car with those drops of water from your wet clothes" "Then I'd better get out from this car" I said turning myself to open the car door not caring about the co

RYAN. In the car, Claire had stretched foward a familiar small bag which I guessed contained the black T-shirt she wore on the rainy day. "Don't worry about it. You can keep it" I said casually. "I made sure it's dry cleaned" she mentioned. "Good for you" I replied. She rolled her eyes. "Rich kids like you don't value things like this anyways""Last I checked I'm not a kid. I should be the one calling you a kid instead"I have to keep my tongue in check, this is not the time to piss her off,but then it's still hard not to give replies to her sharp words. "What do you mean 'rich kids like me' anyways?" I asked slowly. "Never mind"I frowned at her curt response. I kept my eyes on the windshield without uttering a word. The car was as silent as a graveyard. Deep down I was nervous on how to start the conversation. This is Claire we're talking about here,not an ordinary girl I want for satisfaction of my sexual desires or something. This is the fierce Claire that could cut off my