WANTING THE BAD BOY'S AFFECTION

Aurelia's POV

"Get the fuck away from me!" Clara snapped, it was good enough that she tossed the food away, she didn't have to rain down insultive words on me, I knew she was hurting.

"I am sorry," I said as I bent down to clean the mess my sister made.

"Just get out!" She yelled.

I did as I was told, I didn't feel bad about what happened, I was used to it. Just that lately, my sister has been a little on the edge, she just got her heart broken for the first time.

The first time is always a mess!

I heaved a sigh and went on with my daily routine.

Soon enough, I was at work and I expected my favorite person to pop up at any time.

There he was, walking into the coffee shop like he owned the place. His calm demeanor always managed to soothe my worries.

I see him every day, but I still haven't gotten used to his handsomeness. 'He is so hot!' I chimed inside my head.

He was dressed in a tuxedo, first button undone, revealing a dashing glimpse of his chest, his hair in a stylish mess, his perfectly structured face always manages to take my breath away. 

God damn it! How could a man have a prince charming, CEO, bad boy and a celebrity look at the same time?

'Silas' that's his name, I found out a few days ago, and I have been murmuring it to myself.

I always made his coffee by myself. I added extra honey to it, telling myself that's how sweet he is.

Deep down, I knew that wasn't true, as he had a very bad reputation of being a playboy. He uses and dumps girls, he is always spotted with different girls all the time.

He was dangerous and so was the force that kept attracting me to him. 

I served him his coffee just the way he liked it, I wished he could just open his mouth and speak to me for once.

He didn't say anything as usual, he just sipped his coffee gentlemanly.

In a blink of an eye, he was out of the coffee shop. My mood changed instantly, and it would only be better when I see him again tomorrow.

I carried on with my duties while humming a beautiful melody to myself, almost like I wasn't bothered by anything. 

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I heard screams as I ascended up the stairs, it was no one other than my sister. I heard things being thrown and glasses shattering. I wondered what my sister had destroyed this time?

What did Clara's ex do to her that broke her so much? I could have asked her, but we weren't so close. Although we were adoptive siblings, we were like fire and ice, two that never met.

I held the door's handle, too scared to go into my sister's room.

"Are you okay Clara?" I asked but I got no response.

I stood still against the door, I wasn't ready to leave, silent sobs could be heard from inside her room, it hurt me. My ever so lively sister was now broken.

My sister had never treated me nicely, but I did not want to see her in this condition, I wanted my mean sister back.

After a while, I went to my room, which wasn't really a room. I lived in the basement as my mother refused to give me a proper room.

I slept off fantasizing about Silas, truly he was the man of my dreams and yet the man out of my reach.

I was woken up by a splash of cold water on my fragile body, I shivered as I sat upright immediately.

"Morning... M..mum!" I stammered.

"Why are you still asleep? Don't you know what time it is?" My mother yelled. I managed to check my side clock, it was 5:10am.

"It's... it’s still 5 mum.”

"I am having guests over, I want you to clean up the house before leaving for work,” she said sternly.

"You didn't inform me earlier."

"Are you questioning me?"

"No... No mum," I quickly got on my feet and got out of the stuffy area I called a room. It was my comfort zone.

I did exactly as I was told and by 7am, I was at work already.

I hummed a song as I arranged the coffee mug in place. Aside from reading and making coffee, cleaning was another thing I enjoyed doing.

My favorite person came at his usual time. I hurriedly served him cheerfully. I knew I shouldn't be trying to impress him, I was definitely not his type, way out of his league.

My mother, 'Mrs George' came over to the shop to pick a few things, I was glad she didn't make any complaints against me this time.

Normally, anytime she visits the shop she always has one or two criticism remarks. Despite that, Dita and I were managing the shop very well. Too bad all the income goes to my mum and sister, I could barely afford good shoes and clothes. But I had to work here, since it's my late father's.

"I think your mother is in a good mood today?" Dita whispered over her shoulder.

"Not really," I replied, recalling the morning's occurrence.

"But she didn't complain"

"Yeah... We're having guests over, she must be in a hurry.”

"Okay," she replied as she focused on the work at hand.

I have a close relationship with my mom's employees, since I was literally one of them. I was closer to Dita, the woman seemed to understand me a lot.

Work was done today, Dita said her goodbyes and so did the other staff.

I got a call from my mother and I answered it almost immediately, if I didn't, I would get yelled at.

"Hello mum."

"Don't come home today," I could barely hear my mother properly, my phone was very old and needed repairs.

"Ma?"

"I have guests over remember? Just crash in somewhere" she said irrationally.

"Dita has gone home, you didn't inform me earlier mum, there is no place for me to stay.”

"Just stay somewhere," she said and hung up the call.