Chapter 4: A Beautiful Feeling

Chapter 4: A Beautiful Feeling 

Amelia 

“May I ask why you all are considered special guests?” I asked curiously. Logan smiled as he leaned back in his seat.

“We know the owner quite well.” Damien replied.

The owner? I have never met the owner. We sat and made small talks for around thirty minutes until their plates were empty. I instinctively grabbed my food tray and began stacking the plates and glasses until one of the half full glasses fell from my hand and straight into Logan’s shirt.

“Oh my goodness, I…I am so sorry.” I fumbled with the stack of napkins with shaky hands and dab at the spilled drink on Logan’s shirt.

“Don't worry ab…”

“Amelia, what the hell did you do?” Mark passed with narrowed eyes.

“I..I spilled…”

“I bumped her, it was an accident.” Logan tried to cover for me. My eyebrows raised as I examined his lies. I just ruined his expensive looking shirt, why aren't he upset?

“Amelia is a bit of a klutz, I am so sorry, sir. She will happily pay for that shirt.” Mark insisted.

“No, that is not necessary.” Lagon said as his jaw clenched.

“I don't mind, sir. Here.” I wrote down my number on a dry napkin and handed it to him.

“We can set up a payment plan and I can pay for you to have it dry-cleaned.”

An amused smile spread on his face as he nodded his head.

“I will contact you.” He said.

“Pack up your things, you are done here, Amelia.” Mark said, I look at the ground with a nod. I should have expected to be fired.

“Mark, meet me outside, I would like to have a word with you.” Logan said as he stood from his seat with Damien closed behind and Kingston following as well. 

A tear rolled down my face as I continued to clear the table. I went all night without any mistake until now, I embarrassed myself of the three hottest men in the world. After work, I am jumping off a bridge. 

Bringing the dishes into the room with a sigh, I clocked out and prepared myself to be yelled at by Mark one last time. Once I made it out of the main doors, I heard a car speeding off and a very pale faint looking Mark.

“What happened?” I walked up to him. As I get closer, I see his busted lips and bruising on his cheek.

“Oh my gosh, are you alright?” I asked.

“Do I look alright to you, Amelia? Fuck.” He cursed, grabbing his jaw.

“How can I help?” I asked again, looking around the darkness of the night.

“Just come to work tomorrow at your regular time.” He grunted as he stood up from the cold concrete.

Since I closed early, I walked home and texted Kate to not pick me up. She didn't respond, making me feel a little jittery. Did something bad happen to her?

Once I walked through the door of our small apartment, I saw her sleeping on the couch with an open bag of chips. I giggled to myself, she looks comfy. I quietly rolled up the bag of chips and put them back in their respective spots in the pantry and then covered her with a blanket. My bed feels extra warm due to the exhausting events of today. I guess I wasn't fired after all. But what happened out there? Did Kingston do that to Mark? 

Before another thought crosses my mind, I drift off to sleep. I woke up the next morning with the sun shining on my face.

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Kingston POV 

My friends and I decided to have dinner at our friend's restaurant. It has been a while since we have been there, maybe a few months. As soon as we stepped into the place, we sensed a beautiful feeling of bliss in the air. Something I haven't felt in a very long time and while we wait at the table, the feeling gets stronger.

“What the fuck is that feeling?” I asked.

“Look,” Damien nudged my arm and subtly pointed to a small blonde haired girl talking to Mark.

Mark, what a kiss ass. My skin crawls seeing whoever this girl is with that guy. By the kooks of her uniform, she works here. Ada always serves us though, we were told that she is the best so our friend has put her with us since day one. As we all stared at her, her eyes suddenly met ours and quickly retreated back to the floor. Do we make you nervous, darling?

“Hi my name is Amelia and I will be your waitress tonight. May I bet you all started on some drinks?” Her voice hits my ears. Such a beautiful voice.

“Where is our usual waitress?” Logan asked, eyeing her speciously.

“Oh, she…umm…she is sick I guess. I am sorry, I can get someone else if you would prefer.” She adorably sitters while looking at the ground.

“No, we prefer you, Amalia.” He said deeply.

Fuck, he feel the same way I do. I don't know what it is about this girl but she is perfect in every way. From her long blonde hair to her small little feet.

“Is something wrong, kitten? Look at us.” Damue said, not liking the no eye contact. I don't like it either but I can smell her nervousness. When her eyes lifted up to us, I can't help but want to make those beautiful eyes water with pleasure.

“That is better.” He subtly praised her, causing her to grace us with her plump lips turning into a smile.

After we ordered our drinks, Logan looked at me knowingly. I know, pure perfection.

“Be careful, we can't share her. She is already obviously anxious, a poor little thing.” Damien said.

Logan sighed and readjusted himself in his seat. I haven't seen him this antsy to touch someone since seventy years ago. Even then, she is nothing like Amelia is. Soft classical music player as we waited for her to return. The small woman, carrying a tray almost half her size, almost slipped on her way here multiple times and I prepared myself to help her when she inevitably slips but much to my surprise, she never does. She handed us our drinks, her hands shaking slightly.

“Are you guys ready to order?” She asked.

“How old are you?” I asked, not being able to help myself. She better be at least eighteen. Her eyebrows furrow in confusion.

“I am twenty-one years old, sir.” 

Sir, hmm. Logan is more of a sir guy than I am. I looked at him and noticed his smirk, knowing that I am c

opying the same one as Damien.

‘He loves the way that sounds out of your mouth, darling.’