His Lynn & Her Villin

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I appreciate everyone who gave me the motivation to proceed further and create this story.

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Why God gives best friends? I think it's to add intensity to everything. Like intensity in stress and frustration.

Just like my best friend getting under my skin in the best way possible. I stand over the door of this cafe where I used to work patiently waiting for her ass to get up and come with me to the workplace but here is where the problem lies.

She isn't getting up but instead, she proceeds to order more food to munch it in. Like she already hadn't had enough.

Her eyes flicker to my annoyed hard eyes which are on her, a smile tugs her lips and talks to the male species seated beside her.

Why isn't my anger scary like other people? People say that I look cute. Cute?! I don't want to look cute when I'm angry, I want to look scary! It hurts at the thought that my anger isn't intimidating in the least at all.

I check my phone and see it's already five in the evening. Goddamn, this girl! I'm done. I can't wait for her anymore because if I do I'm gonna be late and I already have a wonderful record of being absolutely late every so often. Of course, the owner gets pissed but I flatter him with my quality of work. And geez, let me tell you, it's so hard to make this owner of mine accept and let go of the complaints he has against me.

Probably the only reason he still keeps me around is for the growth of his business. While he doesn't have a problem with my best friend as they're dating but for me, it's just sleeping around.

I turn around and walk away hearing a cough which I didn't care about because I know where did it come from. I walk in my black short skirt which reached just above my knees and a grey shirt tugged inside. I walk even faster as I feel her running behind me. Good, it's my turn to make her feel annoyed.

My hair bounces on me as I walk faster in white converse. I don't prefer high heels even if it's the main aspect of my work because I can't walk around fastly and I hate it if my customers complain about me being late and stuff. I know the owner who is also sadly my boss yells at me for not following the rules but I can't help it.

Working in a club is so exhausting but the pay is too good. Too good for my independent ass.

I scratched my way up to where I am today. I had a tough past and it makes me work even harder just when the past comes back to me sometimes.

My medium frame doesn't make any difference over here, oh! It does which is nothing compared to the girls over here who are really tall. I mean I'm 5'4" and others are 5'6" or more than that. Of course, I envy them. All the girls here treat me as a kid, IDK why.

I make myself notice just in time and move to the counter as the door opens coming into view of one and only my best friend who is out of breath.

Her eyes roam around the place and I move further away so I'm out of her sight. Boss goes over her. Oh god, I can't take in the sight even though it's my best friend.

" Victoria is lucky to have the boss as her boyfriend."

Jacob says from behind.

He's tall so much that I only reach his puffed chest. I look back up at him placing the crown of my head against his chest then look back at the view humming.

I serve the drinks in the VIP section. I mostly work around here in this section which is on the first floor.

I walk over to the young beautiful lady over the corner for the order. Dyamm, she is indeed hot. Her eyes look at me then back to her phone as her shiny decorated nails tap against the glass table. Even though she's hot, she is annoying too because she keeps on changing her choice of drink. I was about to say that I will be back in a minute to let her finally decide her choice but the door opened behind me, rather roughly.

I hear heavy footsteps even in this loud room booming with music. I focus back on the hot lady In front of me and she finally says her drink. I turn around just to hit the wall.

Did I just get hit to the wall? Where did that come from all of sudden? I rub my forehead to see it wasn't a wall. It was a chest of a man covered in a three-piece navy blue suit.

What is he? A rock?

" I apologize, love. " His voice.

His voice. It's so deep rich. Despite that, his voice sent a shiver down my spine.

And he is so tall, so goddamn tall. I think he is the tallest human I have seen so far.

I mumble a sorry under my breath and move away. I about to go but the hot lady asked me to take his choice of drink as well. He answered before I could even ask what did he want.

" Jack Daniel's whiskey, please." He said

Dyamm, his voice. Something about it that makes my heart flip but at the same time it's intimidating. I leave saying I will be back in a minute.

I say the orders to Jacob who is the main bartender. I sit and look around the crowd, enjoying themselves. When would I get to do that? When would I get to relax from the non-stop running for four years? There wasn't a night where I slept without trouble or peace.

I felt someone watching me which made a shiver run through my spine but I didn't catch any pair of eyes looking in my way. Maybe I'm hallucinating or a random feeling I guess. Gah! Who would stare at a short human like me. People often call me a kid Because of my height and I make it clear that I'm an adult. Yup, that hurts my pride.

Anyway I place the drinks in the tray and smiled at Jacob. He pecks on my cheek before I leave as I smile back. We often do this to each other and it's a normal thing for us. Jacob is the only person who came to me after Victoria. He stuck around even after me pushing him away multiple times. And here we are, close to each other than ever. We three live together in a three-bedroom flat. Victoria is from a rich background yet she loves to work hard from the scratch and bring herself up with her own capacity. The rent for the flat is bought by her parents. I and Jacob complained about us paying our share equally but they just ignored it and pay monthly. I feel guilty but I'm grateful for what they're doing.

I head upstairs and just as I enter the VIP room, my eyes just connect with the sharp grey eyes which looked even harder than the last time. His tall large frame seated comfortably but his hands are in fists. Uh huh? His stare honestly brings a shiver down my spine. Yet again for the third time in the same night.

I set the drinks respectively. I'm about to turn around but a hand landed on my butt. I stand still, in shock. The music fades away slowly from my ears and I feel heat pass through my neck then to the entire body. I have never come across this in this section. It had not happened ever before.

I try to look at the owner of the hand and see a man smiling with disgusting breath who is probably in his thirties. I feel a slight squeeze on my butt but I couldn't move even if I want to. I just cannot move. I'm so shocked right now. My eyes just stay on the hands of the tall man as that was the last thing my eyes fell on before this inappropriate thing happened.

Oh no. Triggers. I cannot have them right now, oh lord. But they just flash Infront of me anyway.

The hand was suddenly taken away from me and the shattering of glasses break my own chain of flashes. I notice the huge tall guy punching the guy who touched me. He punches him repeatedly even after blood oozing out.

Blood. Shit. Feeling alarmed, I run to them and with all the strength I have got, I pull the tall guy towards me.

They break away.

His hard grey eyes now set on me as I notice the redness on his knuckles.

"I... I'm s-sorry. But ....can you l-let me aid your hand please?" I stutter shaking my head in my own panic state.

Oh my god, I'm gonna have a panic attack if I don't find anything that takes off my mind. I feel guilty that I had to take him and his wound as my distraction right now but I have to because I don't want to creep him out with my behavior.

He looked at me with his soul-piercing eyes. His eyes traveled from the guy behind him then to me. Tear roll down over my cheek, his expression changed immediately into something I don't know what.

I hold his large warm bloody hand in my own hands and look at him waiting. His jaw clenched then unclenched. That looked really painful.

" P-Please..?" I ask.

He sighs and gives the slightest nod. I take him to the back of the counter and ask him to sit as I go through the cabinets of medicines. Boss always made sure this was fully filled as he as well all of us knew that it would come in a great help one day or the other. Just like now.

I kneel in front of him and clean the blood over the wound then press the cotton dipped in a detol on his wounded skin. He still towered me even in his sitting form. He didn't even flinch. Gosh, I feel terrible for this. For him. I hate hurting people and here we are, whether it was intentional or not of me.

I apply ointment and immediately blow on them to not make it more burn over the area. His eyes are on me the entire time while I intentionally focused on the task in Infront of me. I cannot look at him, oh my god I'd break down if I do so.

He abruptly stands up and moved away from me. What was that? I look at him and apologize again. We walk over to the door where we have to part our ways. The various colorful lights fall on each other as we stand. I wait for him to leave but he didn't even take a step. I look at him and I suck in the breath when I see how beautiful his eyes are. The lights made it look even more beautiful as the shadow of his long lashes falls on his skin.

" What's your name love?" His voice was clear even with the loud music in the background.

I slightly fist my hands as I think about saying my name. I always feel weirdly anxious about saying my name. I'm scared. I'm still scared.

I look at him, hesitatingly but it'd be stupid and rude of me if I didn't say my name after what he has done for me upstairs.

I inhale deeply catching his own cologne. It was rich just like his voice. It was a mix of sweet but refreshing. It smells divine.

I catch him looking at me intently when I open my eyes.

" Milada. Milada Lynn " I say.

I for the first time since he has gotten here saw his dark pink lips form into a small smile. It took my breath away.

That is so beautiful.

Jeez, I have never felt like this to another man ever before.

" Richardo Villin " he said extending his hand forward.

My heart skipped a beat when he said his name.

Richardo Villin. The very same man who bought shiver pass to everyone's body. The very same person who has so much power than anyone. Oh my god. I'm standing Infront of a person who was known by various names, known for various stories that were talked about in this country almost daily. I heard a lot about him but never got a chance to see his face.

I can't believe this but his smile looks so genuine.

I smile back softly taking his large warm hand in both hands.

Don't ask me why I did that. I myself don't know why I held his one hand in both of my hands. Heat spread throughout my palm from his heat of the palm.

I step back missing the warmth.

"Thank you. " I say and smile softly.

His eyes never left mine and it felt like he is looking straight through my soul.

" Mention not, love" he said. A faint smile playing on his lips.

With that giving me a last glance he turned around and went away from me into the dark.

What was that?

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