Semua Bab Seeking the Love of an Alpha: Bab 91 - Bab 100

Part two“Addison,” my ears perked up as the chef called me, and I hurried to him, wiping my hands on the apron. “Order for table 2.” I nodded, taking the order from him, and I walked towards the table, placing it gently.“Your pasta has been made with love.” I recited with a practiced smile, and oftentimes I wanted to bury my head when first-timers heard the cheesy line, but I was immune to it now, and the job paid the bills, so I had no choice.I stood at a distance as they began to eat, pushing up my glasses that had slipped down my nose, and I watched as the lady took a bite of the spicy beef tagliatelle. I smiled as her eyes widened dramatically, her hands frantic as she pointed at the dish, and her partner picked up his fork, trying it.There may be many things that could be wrong with ‘The Pasta Shop’—yea, a pretty generic name—but bad pasta could never be the issue.The chef was a graduate of the Italian Culinary Institute, and pasta was his forte, which he excelled well in.T

I felt the wall for the switch, and once I got it and flipped it, the tiny room was flooded with light, but none of that helped. It only bathed me with a sense of disappointment; I could even feel anger churning inside of me, and I released a weary sigh.The apartment was tiny, just enough space to hold my body, but comfort was far off. The brown, striped wallpaper was peeling at the edges, and I sighed, remembering I had forgotten the glue I needed to fix it. The wooden boards had such poor insulation that whenever the cold crept in, it felt like I was being shipped straight to Antarctica.My eyes scanned the measly room, and I shuddered from how bad it was. It was bare, save for the tiny bed in the corner and a wardrobe that looked like it was just a few seconds away from collapsing. The kitchen and toilet were not any better, but there was more or less nothing I could do.Overall, the apartment was not befitting for me, but it was all the money I had on me could afford, and the lan

My breath hitched at the reason he had come, though I wasn’t sure I truly hated the way it made me feel. However, I drew in a slow breath, schooled my face, and positioned my pen ready to take his order.“What would you like?” I asked, keeping my voice steady so I didn’t give anything away, and his eyes racked through me slowly, as if I were the menu.My skin bristled, and I was unsure what to feel when he stared at me like I was the only thing that mattered, but thank the goddess for the notepad in my hands, and I clutched it hard as I waited for him.“Hmmm.” He hummed, running a hand over his jaw as his long fingers flexed slightly. For a man, his fingers were well manicured, no cuticle in sight, trimmed short even and I nodded in approval. At least he was neat. “Surprise me.”“Surprise you?” My eyebrow pulled together, and I tilted my head. “I am no chef; I am just a server.” I reminded him, but his lips had pulled slightly in a grin, and he shrugged.“It doesn’t matter; you are th

I was excited, oddly enough. It was weird that I was going out with someone I barely knew a week ago, and it was even weirder that I had never stepped out of the regular cycle of work and home.Yet here I was excited to go on a date with a man. Okay, it wasn’t a date; we were only going to get a phone together, and it was enough for me to shiver in my boots.By 3pm, I was ready, dressed in one of my new acquisitions: black jeans with thigh-high boots, a wine sleeveless top, and a woolen sweater. Nothing too much, but not so bad that I end up looking like a slob. I ran a tube of red lipstick on my lips, took one look at it in the hand mirror I had, and swiped my palm at it.I shouldn’t be doing too much; after all, it wasn’t a date. We were just going to get a phone for myself.Right on cue, a knock sounded on my door, causing my heart to skip a beat despite itself, and I held a palm to the treacherous organ, willing it to be still.I rose, picking up the small mirror I kept on the be

Somehow, the month had flown by in a flurry of activities, most of them far too loud for me, but I endured it for the extra cash.The overly bright decoration, annoying music about a fucking sleigh, and even annoying humans scattered about in red, white, and green clothes were too much, but I had passed through the hurdle.And overall, it had been a great month, with a lot of tips, and right now I was standing in front of my wardrobe, not that it could be called so. The dark brown construction was already falling apart, the door barely closed, and it only contained a few of my clothes.My eyes scanned what little I had, trying to find a suitable outfit that would fit the party. I mean, what do humans even wear when they go to parties?I wouldn’t want to stand out too much, especially with so many of them there, and I wanted to enjoy myself without worrying about what I had on.An annoyed sigh left my lips, and I padded to my bed, reaching for my phone that was lying in the middle, and