Kitten's Wild Possessive Lover

7. Kitten

CATALINA POV

It's been two weeks since I started at the diner, one week since David asked me out. To say that things have been awkward is an understatement. He is borderline rude and short to me. Cindy keeps to herself. I guess she doesn't want to get any backsplash of rudeness coming my way to hit her. Maybe after some time he will get over it and go back to his old self. He wasn't a great guy or anything, but it was better when he ignored me.

Veronica has decided that she is not going to charge me for the first month’s rent. I tried arguing with her to no avail. Apparently, my need for a 3rd, 4th and possibly 5th pair of undergarments is more important. She also insisted I get some clothes that fit and don’t look like a stole them from a homeless person. Ouch! If I didn't know her intentions were good, I would have been offended. We arrive at the mall and Veronica is quickly dragging me to her favorite store.

“We are going to use your hard-earned tips to find your style.” She teased. “I don't think I have any.” I replied sadly. “You do! You just don't know it yet!” She grinned at me.

We walked into a store with what looked like reasonably priced clothes. She had me look around and I got a few things to try on that caught my eye. A few shirts, skirts, jeans, and dresses. My tips from the past week won’t afford me everything. However, I should be able to get a few things. Good thing I don’t really go anywhere but work. I try them on in the dressing room and model for her. After I'm done, she gives me her two cents on what I tried on.

“I like this one, that one and these, the rest are a no go.” She points at the clothes she approves of. “I can only get one outfit and a dress.” I replied stoically. She is overestimating my tips. I'm a server, not a stripper. “You are getting all of them.” She takes them out of my hand and strolls over to the cashier. At that point, I ran after her. She is crazy if she thinks I'm spending all my tips on a dress, a pair of jeans and two shirts! I still need shoes and undergarments. “Veronica, stop!” I whisper yelled. “I can't get all this.” I pulled her arm back towards me. “Look, I'm buying you these. And before you repeat your favorite phrase about how you’re not a charity case and how you can buy your own things...” she rolls her eyes. “Know that I am spoiled! Dreadfully spoiled. I'm not bragging or anything, I just have more than I need. I'm very lucky and I want to share things with you. I want to go out with you, and I want you to be comfortable enough to come. I know you declined my invitation because you don’t have anything to wear. If you weren’t so damn bootylicious, I would let you borrow some of my clothes. Just let me buy you a few things! I promise that once you get your paycheck and you are settled in, I will stop spoiling you. Pleaseeee!” She gave me puppy dog eyes and pouted her lips.

I didn't know what to say. I don't want to take advantage of her, even if she is spoiled. It’s not her responsibility to house and clothe me. She uses my moment of indecision against me and rushes to the cashier. When she is done, she pulls me out and heads for another store.

By the time we get home, I have a full wardrobe, three pairs of shoes and some accessories. I want to cry, no one has ever bought me ANYTHING new. Actually, no one has ever bought me anything at all! Even the used clothing I was given was bought with the money given to them to spend on me!

“Thanks Veronica, you really didn't have to.” I’m so embarrassed. “Stop that! You didn't get these for free. You will be repaying me by going to a club with me tonight.” She smiled widely at me. “I can't, I'm not twenty-one. Neither are you, for that matter!” I was confused by her confident look. “I'm actually twenty-three and you are twenty-two!” She wiggles her eyebrows and hands me an ID.

It's my ID. Wait a minute… this is not my ID! It has my picture and name, but it says I’m twenty-two.

“Is this the picture you took of me two days ago on your phone?” I asked with my eyebrows furrowed. “Why yes, yes, it is.” Now she’s full-on grinning at me, the little sneak. I knew I needed to keep my eye on her! She is going to get me thrown in jail. “No, I can't.” I tried to give back the ID. “You can and will! You need to live a little Cat. Please! I don't want you to end up old with thirty cats and no man! Your coochie will thank me later.” She smirked at me.

I was about to decline once more, but the thought of ending up alone with thirty cats and my virginity intact was quite frightening. She saw my defeated stance and proceeded to drag me into my room and "doll me up" as she put it.

LUCA POV

It's been a difficult week, dealing with Trish sulking around like a puppy who was kicked. She is not doing all the extra things she used to do to make my job easier. She is doing only what’s required of her. Her way of teaching me a lesson, I guess. What she doesn't know is that although she did spoil me, I can get used to doing all those things once more.

Alfonso and I decided a much-needed night out was called for. We had the company town car drop us off at Alfonso's club, Vitale. It's one of the most popular clubs in LA. We walk straight in, no need to wait in line and head to our reserved table. The server knows us, she brings us our favorite bottle, ice, and glasses. After, she serves us our first drink and excuses herself.

“I'm thinking about visiting the diner tomorrow and getting that server's number.” Alfonso commented before taking a drink.

“Catalina's?” I let slip out. “You remember her name?” He smirks at me. “I think that's her name... not sure.” I lied. “Yeah sure. I'll let you know her name tomorrow after I get her number.” He replies smugly.

I glared at him while taking a sip of my drink. I'm trying to think of a reason why he shouldn't ask her for her number. The only one I can come up with is because I want it! I will admit that at this point I've only been intrigued by her amazing body and beautiful face. What if everything else about her is just as good if not better? I can't let him get her number. If they go out, it will drive me nuts to see her with him. Knowing that he kissed her full pouty lips. Not to mention what he would do to that body of hers. I know what I would do. NOPE! He can’t have her. I need to get to her first. I'm about to come up with some bullshit excuse to stop him. I noticed someone from the corner of my eye by the bar. I can only see her back, but that's all I need. I know it's her.

Her brown hair is down in loose curls and she’s wearing a gold dress that hugs her body perfectly. I should spank her for wearing that dress! If she bent over, she would give quite the show. I got up from our table, ignoring Alfonso's questioning gaze. I strode over to the bar right behind her and whispered in her ear.

“I'm quite sure you are not a twenty-one kitten.” I breathed into her neck, causing her to shiver. “How would you know that?” She turned to face me. Her eyes widen when she sees me. I could tell her that I looked at her job application, but I decided against that.

“Am I wrong?” I raised my eyebrows. Her eyes cast down and she bit her lip. She isn't used to lying. Good.

“Are you a security guard or something?” Her bite-sized friend snaps at me. “No, but my friend owns the place. He might want to know how you managed to use fake ID's here. Since they are scanned at the door.” I replied smugly. “Oh my god. Please don't say anything! I don’t want to go to jail. We will leave and never come back. Please...” Catalina is almost in tears.

I didn't expect her to cry! Or almost cry. She is so damn cute and innocent. Mine!

“Hey, calm down, I was only joking.” I chuckled lightly. She started to blush with embarrassment. Her eyebrows furrowed and her pouty lips scowled a bit. “What? You think it's funny to scare me half to death?” She seemed angry. I’m about to apologize but she won’t let me get another word out. “It wasn't enough to be rude to me and look down on me at the diner. Now I'm a joke too?” She snaps at me and walks away in a huff.

Her friend is staring daggers at me and was about to say something when I walked away to chase my kitten. I caught up and gently dragged her towards the stairs that lead to Alfonso's office. Pulling her up the stairs with her trying to pull her arm away. I'm sure I heard her call me a bastard at one point. Opening the office door, I gently pushed her in and locked the door. I turned around and she started backing away from me. No longer an angry kitten, now a scared kitten. Her back hits the wall, she can't back away any further. I invade her space and if I get any closer, our noses will touch. I heard a low whimper and my c**k twitched at the sound.

“Wh-what are you d-doing?” She stuttered. “I don’t see you as a joke. I also never intended on treating you like trash.” I stared directly into her eyes, showing her how serious I am. “Okay. Well, if that's all, then I should go.” She tried to walk around me. I put my hands on the wall on either side of her head and caged her in. “I'm not done.” I frowned at her. “I know you’re not old enough to be here. Have you been drinking?” I accused more than asked. “Um... I.” She’s unable to get her words out. Not meeting my eyes. “Don't lie!” I raised my voice.

She finally looked up her eyebrows furrowed and a bit angry. Angry kitten is back.

“I had one drink. But I don't see how that's any of your...” she tried to sass before I cut her off. Quickly lowering my mouth to her ear. “I'm making it my business.” I whispered. She put her hands to my chest and pushed me back. I moved back, allowing her some space. “What do you want from me?” She asked, irritation clear in her voice. “Dinner.” I replied with a smile. “What?” She seemed confused by my words. “You asked me what I wanted. I want to have dinner with you.” I clarified.

She looked at me like I lost my mind. She frowned and her lips pouted on their own. It's official, I'm renaming her. No longer a statue, now my kitten.