**This chapter is dedicated to Jennifer McDonald for your amazing comment on the last chapter. ♥️
Ava.
Madam Han was ruthless in her training. But it was only then I realized I wasn't a true waitress. Since the party was in a medieval setting as a masquerade ball, we were taught exactly how to behave.
The right way to pour a drink, give a cutlery and how to bow to the different guests that would be arriving.
At the end of the four hours training, I was already tired but there was no time to rest as we were given bathrooms to shower and change into the outfits that were provided for us.
The guy who I had been talking to, who finally told
Ava Delaney. "I'm here! Sorry for being late" I shouted, running into the hotel I worked at while struggling with a bag on my shoulders. I ran into the lobby, ignoring the stern look I received from Ashley, the receptionist. She sat on the front desk in our staff uniform, a white shirt and a blue pleated skirt, with a blue pair of glasses sitting on her nose. She was around my age too but there was a more matured charisma she carried. "As usual" She muttered and I laughed softly before going around her desk to drop my bag under her table. "Help me hold on to these. Is the boss around yet?" I asked, looking around frantically at the lobby. It was a beautiful room with a bright silver chandelier above us. Two sofas and Ashely's workspace.
Ava. I scrambled off the bed immediately and my leg got caught up in the blankets making me lose my balance and fall to the floor with a loud thud. "Ow!" I yelled as I fell on the bucket of water, splashing it everywhere and wetting the floors and soaking me completely. I was a walking disaster! But despite the scene I was making, the man didn't even come to my rescue and I managed to get up while groaning in pain and holding onto my waist. "I'm sorry" I said quickly and watched as the man stood there in some sort of Royalty, his eyes fixed on mine with a spark of disgust. He said nothing and I moved to get my supplies and clean my mess when I noticed my
Ava. I walked slowly, thinking on my way to the hospital. I bumped a lot into people, they reigned cursed at me, some even hit me to get my attention but I paid them no mind as I continued down the path that led to the hospital. I didn't want to talk to anyone but Avery. I didn't want to see anyone but Avery. I wanted to stay in her arms till everything got better. My phone vibrated in my pocket and I didn't take it out, it would probably be Ashley checking up on me or Brandon being the curious cat. Whoever it was, I didn't check to confirm. Instead I made a turn and saw the hospital ahead. What hurt me the most was that I didn't have my headphones anymore. It had managed to tear me away from my thoughts, but now I was left alone with the thought of how horrible
Ava. "He's not going to let me come back Ashley. He didn't respond to my calls. I'm done" I said over the phone while putting on my sandals. It was Saturday and after seeing Avery yesterday and spending the rest of the day telling her about the hot but cruel man who had gotten me fired. I finally left for home. "Just come back and beg him once more. He might hire you back. You know how he gets when he has bad reviews from guests. It's just for the meantime" Ashley assured me and I buckled my sandals before standing up and looking at the clock. It was already past twelve. I was late. "Look Ash. I'm not sure but let me call you later today. I have to see someone." I replied. "Ok, take care" Ashely said before ending the call.
Ava. I stood at the entrance of the Billionaire's club and stared at the building in awe. It was a tall, big building with glass windows that were shut close. 'Billionaire's Club' was written boldly in blue glowing letters on a huge board just above the door. I fisted my palm nervously. I walked towards the bouncers that stood at the entrance and gulped visibly when their eyes locked with mine. There were about four of them in front of the double doors and I waved shyly. "Who are you? and state your business here" One of them asked with a piercing in his nose and I jerked at the tone of his voice before shuffling through my bag for my CV and showing it to them. "My name is Ava Delaney. I-m here for an inter
Mikhail Ivanshov. A knock sounded on my door and for a second I thought it was the cleaner girl coming back to apologise for wetting my bed and practically messing up my room, but I had seen her leaving the building from my windows. A pang of guilt hit me but I quickly shove it aside. I don't have time for petty things like this and arguments with cleaners. I hardly even came in contact with them because of this. They were rude, arrogant and proud even though they had nothing. My father had taught me that poor people had the biggest ego. I suddenly didn't feel bad for what I had done to the girl, I smirked but frowned once more when the trail of dirty water reached my foot. This is disgusting.
Ava. "Se- sexy lingerie?" I gasped in shock and Aiden smirked before looking away from me and walking further down the hallway. "Yes. You mentioned you were comfortable in revealing clothes, isn't that right?" He stopped, not turning back to look at me. "Uhm. I mean yes. But I didn't know it would be something as sexy as that." I stammered, fisting my palm nervously.. "We have a strict policy here. We want our waitresses to look as sexy as possible. We have millionaires, billionaires and politicians coming here. I need to capture their attention and if not with drinks, then with my workers. You're the one representing the club. Now hurry, the girls would soon be moving out." He said, before we got to the door, a woman was heading quickly towards it with a big bag in h
Ava. To say I was shocked was an understatement. My eyes widened at the man in front of me. He looked the same as in the hotel, but there was a sexy, deadly aura around him in his grey suit which I just totally ruined. A frown came upon his face as he glared down at me, I staggered backwards, blushing hard from embarrassment. God! Why did I have to meet him again? Especially after the stunt I pulled off at the hotel room. Oh Lord! Why now of all times? And now that I had to spill the drinks all over him! He was right. I never got my job right. "Uhm. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to ruin your clothes" I mumbled, shifting away from him before bending down to pick up the broken pieces of the glass. I suddenly wished I hadn'