((4)) You Still Think I'm A Horrible Kisser!
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"Hey Lovey!"
I wish I had the power to wipe that cocky grin on his face.
I clear my throat, surprised. "What are you doing here!"
"Jeez! Is that how coldly you waiters treat customers here? I'm so disappointed!"
I sit directly opposite from Ansel and glare at him.
"Tell me what you are doing here and how you found out I'm working here!"
"First of all," he smirks. "How I found out you work here is not your business, Lovey. And second, I'm here as any other regular customer. Just that I'm a little famous and richer. What you should be asking me is what meal I want to have."
I roll my eyes.
For some reason, I don't like this guy.
I mean, maybe I liked him the first few minutes that I saw him. I was even starstruck by him. I remember how our eyes locked and his face lifted in a small smile. I actually thought he was a great guy then he proved me wrong a few minutes later.
"Okay. I'll get another waiter to serve you."
He grips my hand before I can stand.
"You're not getting another waiter. I only want you to serve me."
"After what you did to me? Hell no!"
He snickers. "What did I do to you?"
I roll my eyes.
I'm about to stand when he grips my hand again.
I groan. "What's wrong with you! I'm at work here you know! Not everybody is a rich, famous actor with plenty of money to throw in the air. Some of us actually have to work extra hard to earn money."
"And I don't?"
"Do you?"
He scoffs. "You must be thinking that I don't have better things to do with my life and that's why I came to this restaurant tonight."
"I don't have to think that. It's so obvious!"
Silence stretches between us and he clears his throat.
"The reason I'm here is because your agent talked to my manager. For some reason, your agent claimed that you had some complains about me. I was shocked to hear that the reason you were not so pleased with me is because I refused to kiss you," he laughs.
" How's that funny? "
" Everything! I mean, are my lips that sweet! So sweet a stranger gets mad when I don't give her a little taste! "
He licks his lower lip, seductively looking at me.
" Yeah. My lips sure taste like honey though..."
"I hate honey."
I thought Emil is so full of himself until I met Ansel Rock.
Atleast Emil brags in a funny way. This guy is just an annoying spoilt brat who is OBSESSED with himself.
"I don't care what you hate or like, Lovey," he retorts. "That's honestly none of my business. I'm just here to apologize for not kissing you back, since it's a very serious offense in a court of law."
He laughs.
Oh! Not only is he obsessed with himself. But he's also obsessed with his jokes.
" Hey! I'm just trying to be funny here! "
" Stick to acting! Comedy clearly isn't for you."
He turns on a serious face. "Jeeeeez!!! Why are you so rude? I'm just here making an effort to apologize and-"
"You are not here to apologize. You are here because your manager asked you to come and apologize because it's bad PR if i tell people what kind of a mean and horrible person you are."
He leans over the table, his eyes sinking deep into mine. "You really think I give a single f**k what you tell people about me?"
I lean closer. "Ofcourse you do! You pretend to be this nice, caring and generous celebrity to people when infact, you are mean, selfish and horrible in person!"
He leans even much closer, his brown eyes darkening and burning with intensity.
"You think I'm a horrible person?"
"I know you're a horrible person!"
We are leaning so close to each other across the table. I can feel his minty breathe on my face. The asshole is looking at my lips. Not my eyes. He licks his lower lip.
"You still think I'm a horrible kisser?"
His voice is suddenly deeper and husky.
I swallow hard, trying to look at his eyes but for some reason, I look at his wet lips.
"You… Yes! You are a horrible kisser!"
"How about I prove you wrong?" he asks gruffly, bending towards me.
"What the hell is going on here!"
Nathan's voice breaks us apart and we immediately break eye contact.
I quickly stand from the seat. "I was-"
"Ansel Rock!" Nathan gasps.
"Lower your voice dude!" Ansel looks up at him. "You'll cause a scene and I'm in no mood to act!"
"Okay! Okay! Oh God! I have watched all your movies, Ansel! Thanks for coming to my restaurant! Can I have a selfie with you! My wife won't believe it if I tell her you graced my restaurant!" Nathan blabbers.
You should see the way Nathan is looking at Ansel. As if he's some god. I'm trying so hard not to roll my eyes. It's so weird to see my boss acting this way.
" I'll only take a selfie with you if you give me a few more minutes to talk with your employee here, " Ansel tilts his head to look at me.
"Ofcourse! Talk to her all you want! Even for hours!"
Nathan takes a selfie with Ansel and once he's done, I'm left with the big superstar.
Ansel clears his throat. "I have already apologized for not kissing you back. I think it's your turn to apologize now."
"Apologize for what exactly?"
"Calling me a horrible kisser."
I scoff. "First of all, I have not accepted your apology. Try harder. And second, my mama taught me not to apologize for being truthful. And the truth is, you're a horrible kisser!"
"Challenge accepted."
"Challenge? What challenge?"
He winks. "You'll see Lovey…"
"Stop calling me Lovey. It sounds stupid, childish and ridiculous."
"Maybe that's the reason I'm calling you Lovey. Because you sound stupid, childish and ridiculous."
"Haha! So funny!"
He winks again. "Finally! You get my sense of humor."
He stands, fixing his black cap. I don't like that cocky, victorious grin on his face.
He digs his hands in his pockets and walks away without saying another word.
Rude!
No, mannerless!
He can't even atleast say 'GOODNIGHT!'
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I am in the changing room, putting back my denim skirt and pink t-shirt. I let my wild, golden hair down and put on my black trench coat.
Before I can zip my bag, Kimberly swings the door open in her uniform. She's looking at me in surprise.
"You naughty p***y!"
"What!"
"You and Ansel were staring at each other as if you want to f**k the f**k out of each other. Wait, does that make sense?"
I shrug. "Please don't start Kim!"
She gasps in surprise. "Ansel came to f*****g see you! Are you hiding something from me! Is there something I should know? How did he find out you work here and why the f**k were you guys eye-f*****g?"
I giggle. "Is eye-f*****g even a word?"
"Answer my questions!"
"Ansel came to apologize. Can you believe it?"
"SHUT THE f**k UP!!!" She shrieks. "You're f*****g lying! The ANSEL ROCK came to apologize to you?"
"I declined the apology," I say proudly, wiggling my eyebrows.
She glares at me. "Are you serious? Why would you do that!"
"Because I can! Plus, He embarrassed me publicly! He should apologize publicly!"
"That's a f*****g famous actor we are talking about!"
"So he should go around humiliating everyone because he's a famous actor?"
"Look babes," Kim huffs. "I know you try to put on this tough no-nonsense b***h to men but don't screw up this golden opportunity because of your hard head! Ansel Rock is not just any other man!"
The door swings open and Emil enters.
Atleast I don't have to respond to Kim.
She's really getting on my nerves lately with her insensitive words.
Emil has this frown on his face.
" He's mad because he saw you with Ansel, " Kim whispers in my ear.
"I can hear everything you're saying, you know," he grunts.
He starts changing in front of us and all we do is just stand and stare. Like we always do.
"Why would you say I'm mad because I saw her with Ansel! She can FLIRT with whoever she wants! I'm not her boyfriend! And I really don't care!"
Sheesh!!!
That's a lot of words.
I've never seen Emil look this mad before.
"Kim is right. You're mad. It's all over your face and your voice! You're mad because I was talking to Ansel?"
"Oh please ARIELLA! Get over yourself!"
"That's my phrase!"
"Stop trying to be funny!"
"And stop being mad at me!"
"Then stop FLIRTING with stupid men just coz' they are famous! It's freaking annoying!"
He throws his bag on his back and slams the door!
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- Writer
