The Billionaire's Fake Wife

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Chaoter 4: Him

The sun was shining. The birds were chirping. It was a beautiful day. And I'm spending it inside Natasha’s small apartment eating a half-empty tub of Oreo ice cream as my best friend yelled profanities while throwing popcorn at the television screen.

"Bitch you can't kill my man! He's an alpha!" Natasha yelled as she threw another hand full of popcorn at the screen. Her love for Scott McCall is undeniable.

"You're wasting precious food, Nat. You're an adult. You shouldn't be wasting your popcorn." I said I ate a spoonful of heavenly goodness. Food is life!
"Ha! You're one to talk. You're just as crazy as I am. U always giggle like a school girl having her first kiss every time you see Stiles. And It's not even a cute giggle. It's like a hyena on drugs."

"Whatever helps you sleep at night. And for your information, I do not sound like a hyena on drugs." I glared at her as she shrugged her shoulders, ignoring my words. Luckily for her, I was in no mood to argue about her obsession with teen wolf.

After all, today is one of those rare times that we have the day off from the diner. And I would rather spend it relaxing than bickering about a television show. Working three jobs was no walk in the park. A normal week consists of working at the diner during the day to a part-time job at the local supermarket and serving drinks three nights a week at a Nightclub. Not the best choices in career paths but it brought in the money we need to survive. Since the cost of basic items is increasing in the blink of an eye. The more money you have the better. How we managed to work three jobs is beyond me.

The few times we did get a day off of work are usually spent at Natasha's apartment or with family. And today is one of those days I get to spend with the drama queen.

Sighing in content as I finished the last bit of ice cream I made my way to the kitchen. "Hey, Nat are you working at Charlie's tonight?" I asked as I discarded the empty container and searched for something else to eat. As usual her cabinet was filled with a variety of snacks. The benefits of having a food buddy.

"Yeah, I have to. I can't afford to miss work anytime soon. Plus I already have old man Marco breathing down my neck for his kitchen. Thank you for that by the way." She said sarcastically. Giving her a cheeky smile and a thumbs up I grabbed a bag of lays potato chips and headed back to my seat. "Besides even if I wanted to stay away there isn't anyone to take my shift." She continued as she played the next episode. Her random burst of yelling had ceased.

"What about Jasmine? We all know how much she loves Taking others' shift." I joked as I remembered the last time Natasha let Jasmine cover for her. The woman's lack of shame as she slept with a man twice her age was unbelievable. It was as if she had experienced this drama too many times for it to be interesting anymore when the man's wife showed up and caused a scene when she caught them red-handed having sex in one of the reserved rooms. The colorful words that passed her lips and the look of pure embarrassment and anger on the man's face as his wife threw a bottle of expensive wine at them was a sight to behold. The regret of marrying scum was clear as day on her face. A reminder that some men were just trash.
"Well, that's never happening again. It's the worst decision I've ever made in my life." She shuddered in disgust at the thought. "I still can't believe she did that. She probably gave the guy whatever STDs she has."

I hummed in agreement, " I feel sorry for his wife but she is one scary-ass lady. Besides, he probably deserves whatever STDs Jasmine gave him. Not to mention her poor judgment that night caused the manager to keep refusing to leave early ever again."

"He only did that because he didn't want anyone to confront Jasmine on the matter and call her out for her shitty behavior. Everyone knows he's banging her. He just wanted someone other than her to take the blame. And I was the perfect opportunity." She said in anger. There was no denying the manager was an ass.


Sighing in frustration I pulled the ends of my skirt down. My reflection staring back at me as I tried to fix my uniform. A look of disgust etched onto my face at the inappropriate attire that I wore. From the tight white shirt that ends below my breast and black mini skirt. To the minimal makeup and black stiletto heels on my feet. My midnight black hair was styled into a high ponytail.

For most women, this would be a cute outfit. But for me showing too much skin made me feel cheap. Like I was selling my pride and body for the chance to earn a few dollars. It made me feel exposed and violated. How I wish I could beat the hell out of the person who chose this outfit.

Though I would be the only one complaining while the others thrived off of the attention and opportunities that came with such an outfit. Anything to get gain a man's attention they say. Making their uniforms sluttier. Their heavy makeup and flirtatious behaviors are a knock-off of a cheap doll. Compared to their almost swimsuit uniform mine was an improvement.

Taking a deep breath I impatiently tapped my heel on the wooden floor as I waited for Natasha to finish getting dressed. Her sense of time was terrible as ever.

"Natasha! Hurry up or we're going to be late."

"Give me a minute. I'm almost finished!" I groaned in annoyance at her ability to move slower than a snail.

5 minutes

10 minutes

"Natasha you better get your ass out that door before I break it down and drag you out kicking and screaming," I yelled while hitting her bedroom door. My patience wearing thin at the moment.

"Jeez grandma what's got your panties in a twist." She grumbled as she exit the room. Her outfit and hairstyle were similar to mine. Grabbing her purse and keys she started to make her way out of the apartment. Leaving me behind.

"If I lose any of my pay again you're buying me dinner for the week!" She flipped me off and continued walking.

Sometimes I question why we're best friends.


The drive to the club was uneventful. Halfway through the silent drive, Natasha had found the need to fill the silence. Her rambling lasting the remainder of the drive as she talked about her new celebrity crush and complained about her douche bag boyfriend. Her words, not mine.
Of course, being the crappy friend that I am I chose to plug in my earpiece blasting the music on the highest volume to drown out her whining. Leaving the poor driver at the mercy of the drama queen. Better him than me.
Once we arrived at Charlie's the place was already in full swing. The bright colorful lights, loud music, and hot sweaty bodies grinding against each other on the dancefloor. The place was too lively for me.

Checking into our post we began to serve the manhandling grown brats their poison for the night. All the while keeping a smile plastered on our faces at their shameless flirting and dirty remarks. My cheeks burning in a mix of anger and embarrassment. My mind was filled with thoughts of leaving them in the desert to be food for the starving wildlife.

Instead, I held back my urge to sucker punch them in the face and discreetly got my revenge by being "clumsy" and "accidentally" spilling their orders on their expensive suits and dresses. The women being more vicious than the men.

Since it is forbidden for staff to retaliate against ill-mannered customers the matter is to be dealt with by the manager in charge of this location. Who might I add would provide no justice. His low and disgusting behavior is on par with the men visiting Charlie's Nightclub.

Escaping the crowd after my clumsiness was too much for the customers. I was told to serve drinks at the bar. My moment of relief was short-lived as I felt an uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach as if something unpleasant was about to happen. Keeping my smile on my face I prayed that I was overreacting as I continued to serve anyone who came to the bar. The crowd growing smaller and smaller as time passed. The feeling never leaving. I hoped that night wouldn't get worse.

But just as fast as the thought came I was proven wrong when I saw him walk through the door. His loyal minion following close behind as they headed in my direction. My flight or fight response kicking in as I tried escaping from their sights but was unfortunately caught.

"Well, well if it isn't Cassandra Williams. Where are you going, love?" I wanted nothing more than to wipe the smug smile off his face.

Damn it! Why did they have to be here?!
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