Chapter 1
Zaria’s Pov
I love my job, and my life outside my workplace, well that could be better. It’s my existing living situation that I can’t stand right now all because of a guy named Doug.
I’m a 21-year-old college student studying hospitality management at Broadview University located in Upstate New York. I pay for dormitories, but I only stay there a few nights out the week which are Sundays, Tuesdays, and Thursdays. People may say it’s a waste of money, I would normally agree, but it’s not, not when the alternative is to live full-time with your twin sisters’ asshat of a husband.
It’s bad enough dealing with that guy for the few days that I have to. The only reason why I do is because my sisters watch over my 6-human-year-old Australian Shepeard. So, staying at their place provides time with Micah and it’s also a faster commute to work.
Doug is 28 and in a polyamory relationship with my 26-year-old identical twin sisters Viviana and Samara. He’s been becoming more persistent in trying to get me to join in their relationship, making my stay there uncomfortable. I tell him over and over, ‘I need to focus on my career, not on relationships,’ but the guy just won’t take no for an answer. He’s constantly arguing with me about it and it’s irritating the crap out of me.
If this keeps up, I’m going to end up getting fired because I might just snap at a customer if they give me a hard time. I notice that I’m holding onto my frustrations with him way longer than I used to. I got into another argument with him this morning right before coming to work at 9 am this morning. I’m still in a sour mood and here it’s almost time to leave.
“Hey, can you print out the information for room 303 for me?” My boss’s deep voice hits my ears.
“Sure,” I say as I pull up the information on the computer. I start complaining to myself inside my head. Like I’m going to tell the CEO of the company no. Why does he bother to ask? Just tell me what you need. And what the heck is up with him always wearing sunglasses? I mean, there's barely even a sun left in the sky at 530 at night. “Just a sec,” I tell him as I’m preparing to print out the two pages.
I go over to the printer and retrieve what he asked for. I turn around and find him with his shades pulled up onto the top of his head and his index finger and thumb pinching the bridge of his nose with his eyes closed.
“Hard day?” I ask as I walk back toward the counter with the papers in hand.
“Yeah, just one of those days, u know.” He opens his eyes during the last part of his sentence and looks right at me.
I came to a complete halt right before I could hand the papers to him “Your eyes.”
He raises a brow “You have a problem with my eyes?”
I was bedazzled by the beauty of the sight before me, making me so enthralled that I was oblivious to the words that escaped my lips.
“No, there completely gorgeous!” catching what I said I snap out it.
“I mean...” I bite my lower lip lower my gaze and talk to the countertop.
“Complete heterochromia is rare; you shouldn’t hide them.”
I slide the papers across the table in his direction not daring to look back up at him. I bring my right hand up and across to the top of my left ear to gather up all the hair that’s fallen back over my left shoulder and swing it to the right side as I busy myself on the computer. It's a habit of mine that I never really noticed before until Doug pointed it out to me once. I have been trying to kick it ever since.
He grabs the papers but remains standing in the same spot without saying anything more for a few moments, probably looking over the papers.
That's when I hear the clanking of a woman’s heels hitting the floor. “Anything else I can help you with sir?” I asked as I looked to see who had come in.
“Nope, thanks for these.” he taps the papers onto the counter.
“Hey Jaz, what brings you here?” I ask. Through the corner of my eye, I noticed his body stiffen. I’m guessing someone’s day is about to get much worse.
“This guy,” she replies. I nodded to her and refocused on the computer as they both left, heading down the hall.
Being left alone with my thoughts that are spiraling out of control at this point. I am thinking about my next course of action. Fuck, I should probably quit before I get fired, I mean shit what do I do if I look down when he’s around, it's poor customer service but if I look at him, I won’t be able to hide my partialism.
Normally having a partialism for multi-colored eyes isn’t a problem. Not until you realize your boss is rocking them. They are both colored hazel but with one that's sea green and the other one being a stormy blue. Just one look and my whole body was lit on fire, all I wanted to do was jump in, take a swim, and drown myself in that stormy sea. Focus, having formal relations with your boss is taboo and you don't need to be destroying your future.
Being attracted to your boss isn’t grounds for termination, you just need to control yourself. Besides, you have worked here for 5 years underneath him and just now found out about it. That shows you how much you run into him, so you’re safe, take a deep breath.
I do just that. With only 30 minutes left in my shift for tonight, I check up on a few things to give Mirannda the rundown on how many customers haven’t checked in yet for tonight but are expected to. I hear someone walking towards me, so I look up readying myself to check them in just to find that it’s Doug, great this guy doesn’t seem to take a hint.
Othid’s Pov
That was one of the weirdest reactions I have ever seen happen once someone saw my eyes for the first time. I keep them covered almost all the time because people stare at me like I’m some sort of freak that has a condition that they can catch just being in the same vicinity.
I have been picked on my whole life about it. 'Shouldn’t cover them?' and yet she couldn’t even have the decency to look back into them when she was talking to me. The worst part was the rock-solid hard-on I was sporting once I got a glimpse of her flaunting her neck. Yes, I have a neck fetish so sue me. I’m starting to form a chub just thinking about it.
It’s the only time I have been thankful to see Jazmyn. Hearing her voice made my cock shrivel up quickly. Which reminds me to get out of my head and get rid of her fast. It seems like she is spending more time around here now than she did when we were married.
“Jazmyn, what are you doing here?”
“I came to check up on you, to see how you’re doing.”
“I’m doing just peachy, but you can’t just keep showing up whenever you want to. I’m working and you’re a distraction I don’t need.”
“Fine, have you eaten anything yet? we could go out somewhere for dinner.”
I stop walking mid-stride. She continued walking, not recognizing that I'd stopped. She notices once I ask.
“What’s the real reason why you’re here Jazmyn?”
She walks back toward me as she speaks. “I want to try to fix this between us and bring it back to what we once had.”
“Our divorce was finalized 3 months ago and there is nothing left of us to fix, it’s done. Now come. I will walk you back out.”
“That's what your problem is, you don’t fight for anything; you act like your money can fix all your problems, and when it can’t you just let it go, give up.”
She can say whatever she likes I’ve learned the hard way there’s no winning with this woman. I keep my mouth shut and lengthen the distance of my strides.
