~Chapter 1- LAST customer

"I'm sorry Jasmine, but we're going to have to let you go" my boss's deep voice echoed through his office. The 57 year old American turned around slowly revealing the black and white suit he normally wore as the restaurant's owner.He was probably expecting something other than my tear stained cheeks, considering the way his eyes widened once they settled on my glassy ones.

What was I supposed to do really?

He just fired me from a job I'd been working for 7 months now. Yes, being a waiteress at a 5 star restaurant won't be the ideal job but I loved it.

I loved the quiet and peaceful nature of serving top class customers, although I preffered not having to deal with bitchy ladies that behaved like they owned the restaurant. My fake smile only boosted their enormous egos.

This job did have it's ups and downs but I didn't hate it enough to want to loose it!

"I'm really sorry Jasmine" he apologised with a pained face, he came up to me and held unto my shoulders avoiding any form of eye contact with me. I stared at his face through my teary eyes.

I sighed once I felt the warmth of his hands engulfing me in a hug. I tried my best not to melt into his fatherly embrace.

"It's okay Mr. Killy" I gave him a sweet smile that was still pretty far from genuine, but hey who was checking?

I didn't want to question Mr Killy's reason, being he has been here for me when I needed moral support, he understood my current situation more than anyone so I trusted he was doing this because he had no other option and I wasn't about to make it harder than his face already showed it was.

"Of course I will pay you for this month, anything I could do to help I would"

I pulled away from the hug with the same fake smile plastered on my face. The rough pad of his thumb came in contact with my plum olive cheeks as he wiped away my tears. I held unto his wrists but I wasn't ready to have his warmth leave me just yet so I didn't pull his hand away.

"Go serve you're last customer" his smile lines became more prominent as a sympathetic smile played on his face. His concern and affection made me sick, he showed more concern to me than I had received in a long time. So he understood when I backed away and walked out of his office, without another word said on my part.

Mr Killy cared more than my sperm donor ever did, he was exactly what I called him. A sperm donor and nothing else, nothing but a beast,and he deserved whatever punishment he was receiving right now.

I walked up to a random table that seemed to have a neatly dressed young man in a black Armani suit.

Guess I'm going to be serving yet another rich asshole.

Forgive me for the stereotype!

"Good evening sir, can I take your ord-"

The air hitched in my throat as his head rose and my eyes found a pair of mesmerizing hazel ones staring back into my dark orbs.