Superstar's Girlfriend for Six Months

2. Stay or Quit?

"You acknowledge knowing me and being one of my biggest fans. Tell me you're hiding that fact, "He added while grinning playfully.

"What?" Is this guy even real?

"Listen to me, Mr Arrogant," I said, looking at him intently.

"This is not some kind of drama for you to be so dramatic! This is real life, and act like that!"

"I have no idea who you are, and I couldn't give a damn. I don't even believe you are someone who deserves to be known. Give me a reasonable solution, and quit acting like a child."

I could tell that this was the first time he had heard something like this from a girl since his eyes opened in astonishment. With his looks and wealth, I am sure girls are drooling over him, and now he thinks every girl should do that. Wake up, i***t! There are a few sensible girls in this world.

He was about to say something when the guy next to him held his hand and stopped him.

"We don't have time. We should meet the Dean now."

Mr Arrogant sighed.

"I will let it go now. But I will catch you later," he said and got up to leave with his friends.

His friend who had talked to him earlier looked carefully at my face with amusement in his eyes and smiled before he left.

For a moment, I was stunned and couldn't move my legs. That smile! Maybe Mr Arrogant's friends are nicer than him.

I recognized it was Sam when I felt someone suddenly tug me to the side. I let him drag me. To get away from everyone's intense looks, I needed some help. Stupid me! How did I get myself into this uncomfortable situation?

"El!!! Are you insane? Do you not recognize that person?" We arrived at a location with no one nearby, and Sam shouted at me.

"How many times should I repeat myself? I don't know that bastard!" I yelled. Why can't these people just believe me?

"El! I understand that you don't watch TV much or use social media much. But how could you possibly be unaware of him? Have you heard of the most popular boy band in the country, Alphas? They have a great global following as well. Fans are literally dying for them." Sam yelled.

"I've heard of Alphas, I guess. But I don't know the members or listen to their songs." " I said. Well, he is in Alphas, then. That's why he looks familiar! I must have seen his picture somewhere.

"I would believe you since I know you well. Else I will scold you for lying because everyone in this country knows Alphas." Sam said.

Sam exhaled a sigh.

"You know that guy you argued with? No one ever messes up with him. He is the leader of Alphas, Saint." Sam then said.

"Saint?" I laughed.

"Devil would be a better name for him!" I stated.

Sam gave me a deathly glare.

"Don't even say anything bad about him in front of his fans; they will kill you."

"I don't give a fu** about his fans or the devil himself. I accidentally slipped my coffee on his shirt, and we were both at fault for that. But he is acting all like a child and making this worse." I complained.

"El…" Sam said in an intense tone.

"It is not about the shirt." Sam then said.

"Then?" I asked confusedly.

"It is a fact you don't know him and how you stated that in front of everyone. He is the most eligible bachelor in the whole country. He comes from one of the country's wealthiest and most powerful families, and everyone loves his voice and looks. So the way you said you don't know him actually hurt his pride. " Sam explained.

I was going to say something in return but got cut off by my friend.

"If you don't want any troubles, stay away from the Alphas, El. Avoid them. Just go and hide whenever you see them; that's better than messing up with Saint." Sam warned me.

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At the club…

I tried to stay away from the Alphas as much as I could; like Sam mentioned, I didn't want any trouble. But now, I'm doomed. Everyone is looking at me, and I have already entered the room. I am helpless to flee!

This is my job. I treasure this so much. So I am just trying to be professional as much as possible. I will keep in my mind that the customer is always the king! I took a deep breath and walked toward their table. I placed the bottle on the table and bowed at them.

Then without giving anyone eye contact, I started to ask for orders.

"Good evening, sirs… Would you like to order something?"

Without showing any difference, they began to place their orders. I considered myself lucky since they couldn't recognize me in this outfit. I was wearing the uniform a waitress should wear. A tight short black skirt and a white blouse hung to my body, highlighting all my curves. I even had to open the first three buttons of the blouse brazenly, showing the upper part of my breasts. What to do? I have to adhere to the club's rules.

However, my luck didn't last long…

"Hey! It is you! The coffee girl!" one of Saint's friends screamed as he stared at my face.

I think my face turned red in a split second. My life is already a nightmare with my sick mother, and I barely make it to the next day. Why, then, do I keep finding myself in more and more trouble?

Saint's gaze swept across my face before breaking into a broad grin. He seemed like a predator who had finally caught his prey.

I merely said, "Sir, do you have anything else to order?" trying to appear as normal as possible.

I wanted to strike Saint's bastard friend in the face as he cried, "How about I order you?"

I tried to ignore him and continue my work.

I said with a fake smile, "If you have finished your order, I will head back to prepare your orders."

"Wait! We're not done yet." Saint stated while smiling cunningly.

He looked amused and said, "My friend just made an order for you; what do you think?"

I felt how my blood boiling inside. How dare these bastards to treat me like this. I am not their plaything.

"I'm only a waitress, sir. I don't supply any further services." I tried to be as courteous as I could. Elena, keep your cool.

"What sort of services are you referring to? " Then Saint's friend inquired, pretending very innocent.

I said in a friendly but firm tone, "Any service outside the scope of my responsibilities as a waitress."

Then they all started to laugh like I had just cracked a joke.

"If you'll pardon me, Sir, I must return to..." I was trying to get away from them when Saint interrupted and started talking. He won't leave me alone, this man!

"We're not done!" He sounded ruder than ever.

"What do you want me to do? Sir?" I asked, looking right at his eyes. I swear I would give him a black eye if I didn't need this job so badly.

"Pour me a drink, " he commanded.

For a brief while, bewilderment filled my eyes.

"I think that's in your job description," Saint said with a cunning smile.

Without saying anything, I quickly poured a glass for him and offered him. Before he took the glass from me, his fu**ing friend squeezed my bu** cheeks over my skirt. The abrupt touch frightened me, and my whole body started to shake with anger and embarrassment, which made the glass slip down from my hand.

To my dismay, the glass did not fall onto the floor directly. Instead, it failed to Saint's boots spilling the content over them.

"Fu**!!!" the Saint cursed as the glass shattered into pieces. He swiftly got to his feet and started to shake his boots off as if trying to remove the spilt liquid from them.

I was dumbfounded for a few seconds, not knowing what to do next. I messed up big times, didn't I?

"How dare you ruin my shirt and boots on the same day? Can you even imagine how much these boots are worth? A waitress like you has no idea!!!" Saint began to scream at my face.

I looked at Saint's face, which was now completely red with rage. His eyes were fuming.

"This time, I won't let this slide. " Saint roared at me. Like he let it slide the last time. This man is really insane!

"Call the fu**ing manager!!! " Saint shouted.

I knew I made a mistake, but it happened because his fu**ing friend touched me inappropriately. However, I would now be responsible for paying for this! Since they are VIP clients, no one would dare to hold them accountable for anything. I'll become an easy target.

Within a minute, Mr Jenkins arrived in the room. As soon as he noticed Saint's face, he knew something wasn't right.

"What has happened, Sir?" Mr Jenkins asked timidly.

"Your fu**ing employee spilt the whiskey on my boots. She fu**ing dropped the glass on my boot!!!" Saint screamed, showing his boots and the shattered pieces of glass.

Mr Jenkins made every effort to calm Saint. But that arrogant bastard was unwilling to listen.

"What can I do to make things right with you, sir? "Mr Jenkins eventually questioned.

Saint responded, "I want her to apologize to me."

"Sir, I'm sorry. " I spoke without even hesitating to consider. If I wasn't the one who made a mistake, I wouldn't usually apologize to anyone. Still, I apologize now because this job is precious to me.

When Saint heard my apology, he roared with laughter.

"That's not how you should apologize!"

"How do you want her to apologize, Sir?" Mr Jenkins quickly asked.

"I want her to clean my boots and apologize!"

I was about to go on my knees to wipe his boots after pulling a napkin out of my skirt pocket. I know that what I am about to do is extremely pitiful and that Saint doesn't deserve to be treated this way. Nevertheless, I was prepared to do it because I was too worried about losing my job.

"Use your tongue, not a napkin, to wipe my boots," Saint said. All of his friends began to laugh.

"What?" I yelled in surprise. Is this guy for real? I am not his fu**ing slave!

This is the 21st century; why is he talking like he came from the 19th century, where slavery was legal?

"It happened because your friend touched me inappropriately!" I had enough; I began to explain.

"You dare put the blame on my friend now?" Sain growled.

"I told the truth! You all were verbally harassing me since I entered the room, and your friend fu**ing squeezed my bu**!" my eyes were filled with tears. I was so close to losing all my control.

"Do you think it is inappropriate in a place like this?" Saint asked calmly.

I couldn't even come up with anything to say, as I was furious. How dare he talk like this? Despite his good looks, he is such a rude bastard. I hope he goes to hell and suffers!

"I made myself clear that I am only a waitress and not offering any other services." finally, I managed to say.

"I don't care about those things. Mr Jenkins, if you want us to return to your club again, make her do what I asked." Saint commanded.

I looked at Mr Jenkins to see what he would say. There is no way he would agree to this bullshit request, right?

"El, you have made a mistake. So you have to pay for it. Do what the sirs want." Mr Jenkins said, looking right into my eyes

"Are you kidding me, Mr Jenkins? Licking his boots to clean?" I screamed out of agony.

"El! If you want your job, please do what the sirs want. Else you can leave your job!" Mr Jenkins was not joking at all. I had never heard him being this serious.

Never have I ever tolerated bullying. I don't tolerate unfairness, either. Can I really leave my job, though? Do I even have it as a choice?

I stared at Saint's face, which was still red. I could even see drops of sweat on his forehead despite the air condition. He is furious and won't let this go without me doing what he needs.

When I saw how his lips had expanded into a sly grin, all I wanted to do was pour the entire whisky bottle on his head. However, I am in a hopeless situation.

I suddenly had a mental vision of my ill mother. Can I put my pride ahead of her, my only family?

The reply is a resounding "No"!

I had to do this if it meant surviving with my mum for another day.

I murmured, lowering my head, "Okay."

The whole room filled with laughter. You all pathetic a**holes!!! I wish you all to suffer your entire lives!!!

I got on my knees in front of Saint while letting my pride fall. My heart was aching like hell with the embarrassment.

One of his friends yelled, "Make sure you record everything!"

Are they also going to record this? These asses can't possibly be humans! How can they be this cruel?

"Is this a good angel? I want to see her face on the video. Should we ask her to come from the other side?" Saint asked.

Go to hell, you bastard!!! I hate you with all I have. If I get the chance one day, I swear to hurt you the same way you hurt me today!!!

I bent towards Saint's boots to do the most disgusting thing I have ever done in my life.

I was about to lick his boots when suddenly someone squeezed my a** cheek again. This time, I really had enough! More Than enough!

I will beg on the street to provide for my mom, but I won't let these a**holes play with my dignity like this.

I instantly got to my feet and gave Saint a forceful slap with all my might.

"You fu**ing self-centric bastard! What do you think of me? I may be poor and need this job, but I am not ready to let a rich a**hole like you play with my pride!!! I am not a fu**ing who*e!!!" As my rage overcame me, I yelled.

"For you, Mr Jenkins…." I shifted my eyes from Saint's fuming face to Mr Jenkins, who was staring at me with widened eyes.

"Even if I had to starve to death after quitting this job, I would do it joyfully. Compared to working for a coward like you, it is wonderful!" After that, I stormed out of the room and hurried to retrieve my belongings from the locker room.

On my way to the washroom from the locker room, I took out my phone and opened the messenger.

"I feel so down right now. I just wish I had you with me right now!"

I kept a message to the only soul who worries about me except for my mom and Sam. Just as I said, there is nothing I want right now than to have him next to me, comforting me with his soothing words. I want him to wipe these damn tears away from my face and bring up a smile.

My life had become a nightmare since my father fell ill when I was only 15 years old. Since that day, I have never had a single day where I could relax and revert to my typically happy self. Despite our best attempts, my mother and I could not rescue my father. I was 18 when he left us. We were drowning in debt at the time, and to make matters worse, my mom fell ill. We had to spend a lot of money on her treatments while she could not even work anymore. After high school, I was so worn out from balancing my academics, job, and mother that I almost gave up.

It was him who could change my mind. He helped me understand how much potential I possess. He stated that I needed to enrol in college and obtain a decent career to support my mom and me if I wanted to provide my mom with a better life without fighting for survival. He suggested that I move away from my hometown so my mother could receive better medical care in the city. I also have lots of chances to work and go to college.

So I applied for a scholarship and finally could receive it to study at one of the best universities in the country. I recently moved to the city with my mom and rented out a small apartment.

He is the one that truly transformed my life, even though I have never met him. With only one message from me, he can understand me so well. I don't really know what the relationship I have with him is. Still, I am certain of one thing, that is he is the most important person in my life after my mother.

I know he can't come to me at this instant as he is a thousand miles away from me. Yet, I know just one call from him would make me a lot better. So my message to him was for that. I knew he would call me right away after seeing my message.

I went to the lady's staff washroom, which has just one stall and a sink. I didn't care to go to the stall. I just wanted to quickly change my clothes and leave this damn place.

While tears were running down my cheeks, I removed my blouse and was about to pull the skirt too, when the washroom door opened.

I thought it must be a female coworker, so I didn't care to cover myself. I was too furious to worry about anything. I just wanted to leave this fu**ign club as soon as possible. I had just unzipped my skirt to remove it when I felt a strong pair of hands wrapped around my waist and pulling me backwards. From the way, my back was pressed against a hard chest, and someone's lips started to nibble my neck; I knew this was no female worker!

"Who the hell?" l screamed as I turned my head to see who hugged me from the back.

"You!!!" I screamed at Saint's reddened eyes filled with fire and lust!