Chapter 4

~ LILLIAN'S POV ~

I slipped in a bottle of goûte de diamants into the ice bucket. The weight dug into my palms as I carried it carefully to him.

I was nervous as heck.

I shakely dropped the drink on the table infront of him.

"Here's your drink sir"

I can't believe the man I had a one night stand with and humiliated was trying to get back at him.

His head was still buried in his cellphone. he didn't acknowledge my presence, so I turned to leave.

" pour me a glass ." His deep baritone announced.

Reluctantly, I turned back.

He had lifted up his head.

" Okay sir ." I answered offering him a cheerful smile.

Maybe... just maybe he could see me as a different person... a nice person that I am.

He leaned back on the leather couch and looked at me with disdain.

Like my presence was irritating to him.

I felt very uncomfortable and tried my hardest not to tremble.

"For someone who claims to be so sophisticated I thought you would have a better job." He said, nonchalantly.

I felt slapped.

If there's one thing I hate…it's being looked down on.

I refused to utter a word.

I was being as professional as possible.

I leaned forward to pour the drink into the glass cup but before I could think...

The bottle slipped from my hand.

Cold drink spilled all over his suit.

I gasped, my eyes widened. "Oh no! I'm so sorry!"

I didn't intentionally pour the drink on him I promise, it was a honest mistake.

He looked down at his soaked suit then raised his head and looked at me.

The expression on Javier's face hardened.

I seemed to have made him more furious than before.

I'm definitely going to loose my job !

" I didn't mean to", I said quickly , grabbing some serviette from the table. "I'm really sorry. Please let me clean it."

I felt my cheeks burn with Shame.

I'm usually not this clumsy.

I promise.

I wished he said something but he didn't... the silence made me more uneasy.

I slowly glanced up and our eyes met but I couldn't read his facial expression.

his eyes were... slow, deliberate, almost amused.

My heart froze!

"I'm so sorry sir," I blurted out , my voice was barely steady. " Please I can fix it, I..."

My hands trembled as I started dabbing at his shirt.

My supervisor's voice cut through the silence.

"Lillian!"

oh no.

My supervisor hurried over with the look that said you better fix this before I fire you myself.

"I'll get you another one right away", I said, already turning to leave.

I ran back to the bar, with my heart pounding. I could not afford to loose my job, It was my only means of survival. Knowing that things might take a rough turn, made me wish I had called in sick.

But life didn't care about my wishes.

When I returned back to the VIP room, I met Javier still seating in the same position he was when I left.

I felt a bit of relief, at least he didn't storm out angrily.

"Here you go sir" I said, setting the new drink down carefully this time.

A man walked in and handed him his wallet then he left almost immediately.

He looked at me, his eye's were quite, like he was studying my face.

Gosh... I felt so embarrassed.

Then I saw Javier open his wallet and extract some dollar notes from it.

What's he doing I haven't brought his bill yet.

He placed the cash on the table.

I stared at him confused.

"Miss Tylor, You look nervous, I honestly didn't want to see you again but for the record I need to make you understand that asides from being the CEO of dove fashion, I have no side jobs so take back you 100 dollar.

I swallowed.

I can't believe he came all the way to my place of work to clarify that he wasn't a prostitute

"I understand sir" . I said forcing a smile.

I picked up a 100 dollar note from the table.

That night never happened... I exhaled, extremely relieved.

I turned to leave and…

" I didn't mean to", I said quickly , grabbing some serviette from the table. "I'm really sorry. Please let me clean it."

I felt my cheeks burn with Shame.

I'm usually not this clumsy.

I wished he said something but he didn't... the silence made me more uneasy.

I slowly glanced up and our eyes met but I couldn't read his facial expression.

his eyes were... slow, deliberate, almost amused.

My heart froze!

"I'm so sorry sir," I blurted out , my voice was barely steady. " Please I can fix it, I..."

My hands trembled as I started dabbing at his shirt.

My supervisor's voice cut through the silence.

"Lillian!"

My supervisor hurried over with the look that said you better fix this before I fire you myself.

"I'll get you another one right away", I said, already turning to leave.

I ran back to the bar, with my heart pounding. I could not afford to loose my job, It was my only means of survival. Knowing that things might take a rough turn, made me wish I had called in sick.

But life didn't care about my wishes.

When I returned back to the VIP room, I met Javier still seating in the same position he was when I left.

I felt a bit of relief, at least he didn't storm out angrily.

"Here you go sir" I said, setting the new drink down carefully this time.

A man walked in and handed him his wallet then he left almost immediately.

He looked at me, his eye's were quite, like he was studying my face.

Then I saw Javier open his wallet and extract some dollar notes from it.

What's he doing I haven't brought his bill yet.

He placed the cash on the table.

I stared at him confused.