Chapter 1: The customer service
Brielle
"Where the hell did I keep my charger?" I roam my eyes around, trying not to make contact with his eyes.
"Ms. Damara?" My name came out of his mouth as a reference of fright to me.
"You wail like the absolute businessman, and I must say," I pout as I continued cleaning the table and picking up the used coffee cups by outgoing customers.
"Indeed I'm, I must say!" He smiles, the type that didn't touch his eyes.
I glanced at the next man sitting on the side of the table with his back faced in our direction, not being able to see his face, all I saw was his blue suit which seemed expensive, hoping to God that no one was listening to our conversation.
"Well, Sir!" I breathed out, looking exhausted at him. He furrows his thick eyebrow. "I have no way of knowing. This is my working hours, and it's not for chit-chat with customers!" I gave him a smiling gesture, and my interest was piqued.
"How old are you?" he questions me with his blue eyes not leaving my unpleasant face, "Just asking because you're pretty young and knowledgeable about your work." he reprimanded.
"It's an insult to ask a lady about her age, do you know that?" I watched as he got pull taut.
"My apologies!" I squirmed. His look made me feel like an errant child, and I tried again.
I looked at Iker, who was going to be the next for his afternoon shift. It's already 11:30, and I have to get out of the shop since my shift is over for the day.
"I'll be right back, Sir!" I walked past the Iker, not looking at the man who wore an expensive suit. I rush in to get my bag.
A FEW MINUTES LATER!
"Tell me about yourself," I question him, still not looking at his well-shaped face as we both sit on the waiting chair beside the bus station.
"I have a family. I have a brother by name Jace and sister by name Hermione and also two loving parents, " he smiles as he sips on his latte.
"What's your name Mr...?" He inflates sharply, and I cringed like a mortified crab.
Why didn't I employ some filter before I asked him his name from the start? Damn me and my curiosity!
"No, Ms. Brielle, I'm cool, " he raised his eyebrows, a cool gleam in his eyes. He doesn't look too pleased.
"I apologize, it's ermm...just that I've been chatting with you from the coffee shop till now, of which I don't know your name." It's the first time he said my name from seeing it on my name tag, but this time, not my surname.
My heartbeat accelerated, and my cheeks started heating up again...Nervously, I tuck my loosened hair behind my ear. He cocks his head to one side.
"Let me ease your lady curiosity, my name is Enrique De Leon!" his thick voice, the thickness of his bass erupts the slut in me. The blood drains from my head.
"Er...Mr. De Leon, " I then compiled the questions. "Ain't you like from a rich family?" I questioned because his name sounded rich to my hearing.
"No, I'm just a regular man who works to keep up with life's ends." he rubs his chin in quiet deliberation, his blue eyes appraising me.
I was drafted. My voice was weak and apologetic. "That explains a great deal."
Immediately, a black Alfa Romero car that looked very expensive drove by behind us and stopped in front of us. A man came out dressed in a black suit like a chauffeur, and he seems like he's in his 50's I must say.
"Mr. De Leon, forgive me for interrupting, but your Father sends for you. He wants you to take the first flight to Mexico." The man voiced out with bowhead.
"We're not finished here, Izan. Please go, tell him I'll meet up with him very soon, but why didn't he call me instead?" He looks a little pissed.
Izan hesitates and gazes at him. He appears lost and turns his head slowly to face him and raises his eyebrows. I flushed a bright pink. Oh, cutely good.
"Very well, Mr. De Leon," he commends his exits to the car but didn't drive away.
He frowns and turns his attention back to me. "Where were we, Ms. Damara?"
Oh, we're back to Ms.Damara now.
"Please don't let me keep you from anything," he said with a sly smile. "I want to know about you, and I think that's only fair." His eyes were alight with curiosity.
Double crap. Where's he going with this? He places his elbows on the arms of the chair and steeples his fingers in front of his mouth. His lips look very kissable and are very distracting. I swallowed gosh.
"There's not much to know," I replied with curiosity not leaving my eyes.
"What are your plans after you graduate?" he expanded.
Why does he like asking questions on top of questions? Oh, good lord. I shrug. His interest threw me.
I moved to California with my friend, Hera, of course! I mumble in between my thought.
"find a job?" I voice out for him to hear.
But still, I haven't thought beyond my finals. What kind of job will I do? I don't even know for now.
"I haven't any plans, Mr. De Leon. I need to get through my final exams, Which I should be studying now for it," I smile lightly at him.
But here I am, sitting swanky with you feeling uncomfortable under your penetrating gaze. I thought.
"We run an excellent internship program in my place of work," he says quietly. I raise my eyebrows in surprise. Is he directing me to a job location?
"Oh, I'll bear that in mind," I murmur, devastated. "Though I'm not sure I'd fit into whatever your work is about."
Oh no. I'm musing out loud again... Damn
"Why do you say that?" He tilts his head to one side, intrigued—a hint of a smile playing on his lips.
"It's obvious. I'm uncoordinated, scruffy, and I'm not your kind," I grimaced.
"Not to me." His gaze was intense now all humor was gone, and strange muscles deep in my belly clench suddenly. I tear my eyes away from his scrutiny and stare blindly down at my knotted fingers.
What's going on? "I have to go— now," I lean forward to retrieve my bag from the other side of the chair.
"Would you like me to tell you about my workplace ?" he said.
"I'm sure you're far too busy, Mr. De Leon and I do have a long way to go, and I'm gonna be busy with my part-time job and preparations for my final exam coming Up,"
"Can we see each other tomorrow? " he added after a bit of silence.
"Yes, sir," I replied, putting my phone inside my handbag. His eyes narrowed speculatively.
"Thank you for your time, Mr. De Leon."
"The pleasure's been all mine," he says, polite as ever. As I rise, he stands and holds out his hand.
"Until we meet again, Ms. Damara" And it sounds like a challenge or a threat. I'm not sure which. I frown.
When will we ever meet again? I thought. I shake his hand once more, astounded that that odd current between us is still there; gosh...It must be my nerves Playing Stunts on Me.
"Mr. De Leon," I nod at him. Moving with lithe, athletic grace to the Cab that stops with the sign of him, he opens the door wide.
"Just ensuring you make it through the door Ms. Damara!" He gives me a small smile.
"That's very considerate, Mr. De Leon," his smile widens. "I'm glad you find me entertaining," I glow inwardly, walking into the cab.
When I turn to look at him, he's gazing at me and leaning against the door handle. He is very, very good-looking. It's unnerving.
"Brielle," he says as a farewell.
I waved at him with a mandatory smile, and mercifully he closed the door, and the man drove off like a shot.
Chapter 2: The RecurrenceBrielle"You what?" My best friend Hera yelled at the mentioning of Enrique De Leon's name."You, you had a long conversation with a De Leon?" She muttered in excitement. "Do you mean you had the chance to talk with a De Leon and not just a De Leon but Enrique De Leon!" She doubts with widening eyes."Do you even know who Enrique De Leon is?" She raised a question as I raised a confused brow at my best friend with my face not trying to know what's going on at the moment."Who the hell are the De Leon's? Are they popular? Working for the president?" I quizzed Hera with my hand finding a way to my crunch's snack."The De Leon's, The De Leons!" She kept repeating it over and over again."C'mon Hera, what the fuck is going on?" N
Chapter 3: The InaccessibleBrielle"Give me that phone."Hera grabs the handset from me tossing her silken Ginger red hair over her shoulder."Listen here Javier, if you want Brielle's workplace to be more opened to the world you'll do this pep talk for us to Mrs. Sicilio tomorrow, capiché? Make her agree." Hera can be ratchet at all times."Good. Brielle will call back and tell you when to meet up with Mrs. Sicilio, We'll see you tomorrow." She snaps my cell phone shut."Sorted. All we need to do now is decide where and when. Call him." She holds the phone out to me. My stomach twists."Call De Leon, now!" I scowl at her and reach into my mini purse for his business card. I took a deep steadying breath and with shaking fingers, I dial the number. He answers on the secon
Chapter 4: The De Leon Brielle A few minutes later, After dinner, Hera dozed off like a child who just sucked from her mommy's breast, leaving me with the trauma of my Fantasyland. I was restless, tossing and turning, Dreaming of smoky Alexander's eyes, long legs, long fingers, and dark unexplored places, his smile, and good manly scent. I woke twice in the night, my heart pounding. I scold myself. I punch my pillow and try to settle. "Am I falling for a stranger?" I asked myself, knowing too well that he's rich and popularly intelligent, why did he buys the building of the small coffee shop. _ After the meeting between Mrs. Sicilio and Mr. Enrique De Leon, which she agrees with due to the conversation she had with Javier, he summoned me to come and see him in the De Leon company residence, so I went with Javier a
Chapter 5: The Suprise Brielle Where are you, Enrique? I glance at Jace and he gave me an encouraging but wry smile, revealing his pure white teeth. "Your glance gives me some sort of clue that you might be thinking about my brother. If I may ask, have you fallen for him?" he wheezes. "Who said I've fallen for your brother? he's not even my type to start with." "I think you're very self-contained," he mutters. how am I managing that? No way, I just lied about my feelings for Enrique. Am I just another kind of hedgehog? "Except when you blush of course which is often. I just wish I knew what you were blushing about." He sips from his cup. "Do you always make such personal observations?" I query him.
Chapter 6: The clubbing idea!Brielle"What did you say?" I wince my nose in a child-like form, knowing that she's undoubtedly going To freak out. I have known Hera for almost half of my life. She is a screamer."Hera?" I called in a breathe taking tone."Yes?" She replied with a sharp breath."Don't shout, don't strike me, don't do anything crazy. So, I'm going to repeat what I said again." I watched as she did an infusion of breath in breath out,"Okay, Are you ready? " I inquired with an explanatory face.She grinned, doing what the Chinese do with their hand to comfort stability. "Okay, I'm good, ""Do you remember the tall, handsome guy from high school with dirty blond hair with glasses on? " I raised my misgiving eyebrow at her for confirmation.
Chapter 7: The wrong timing!BrielleIt's hushed. The light is dimed. I was feeling so comfortable and warm. I slowly open my eyes, and for a moment, I'm tranquil. I have no idea where I am.The headboard behind me is in the shape of a massive decor of a naked male and female. It's oddly familiar.The room is large and airy and plushly furnished in browns and gold and beige. My idiotic brain struggles through its recent visual memories."Holy Molly! I'm in the De Leon hotel, in Jace's suite,"I have been in a room similar to Hera's, and it looks bigger than my high school grades.
Chapter 8: The tea hormonesBrielleMy hormones are raging, my skin tingles where his thumb traced over my face and lower lip, I feel like squirming with a needy, achy affliction, and I don't understand this reaction.Hmm... Desire. This is desire, and this is what it feels like.I scramble out of his bed, frantically searching for my jeans, he emerges from the bathroom wet and glistening from the shower, still unshaven with just a towel around his waist, and there am I."If you're looking for your jeans, I've sent them to the laundry, "His gaze is dark. "They were splashed with your vomit.""Oh." I flush scarlet. Why, oh why does he always catch me on the back foot?"I sent my helper out for another pair and some shoes, and they're in the bag on the chair.
Playlist- Cute I think you're cute, I think you're cute, oh yes I do, oh yes I do, you think I'm cute? Yes, I think you're ugly, girl I think will need to go out on a date, I'll pick you up at night and we'll do a little something, ~|DRAM|~ Brielle "Do people always do what you tell them?" I tense up. "Usually, if they want to keep their jobs," he says, deadpan. "And if they don't work for you?" I ask with fright inside of me. "Oh, I can be very persuasive, Brie. You should finish your breakfast and then I'll drop you home. I'll pick you up at Sicilia's at nine- fifty when you finish, We'll fly up to Milan." I blink at him rapidly. "Fly?" "Yes. I have a helicopter and a private boarding airplane."