The Devil's Untainted Possession [Bachelor in Love #2]

Chapter 2

Evangeline

Another new day to spend with.

It's not like I hate the day, it's just I hated when I remembered what happened to me and my mother. It made me unable to spend my day happily. I always remembered about what happened inside my head. Like it acted as a reminder for me - to not ever forget.

The pain and the sadness.

I tried to not think about it too much when I open my eyes in the morning. Every morning I prayed that I could forget about it a little bit and doing my activities happily. It rather help me, thankfully. Another reason of why I could forget about it a little...

Was because I could get to meet him again today.

It’s Thursday and usually he would come to Coffee Club. Because he came so often, I began to learn his routines. His usual drink and what will he be doing. Not so far than reading newspaper or checking his phone. But still...

It was enough for me just to see him sitting quietly while I came to him just to give him a water. We usually gave a glass of water to our customers while they were waiting their order to come to them. I was the one who always served him since the first he came to the place. People might think of me rather weird, because...

I fell in love with him at first sight.

I know love at first sight was something stupid and impossible to happen in the real world. Fortunately, it did happen to me. I didn't care if people will laughed at me or saying something inappropriate to me, I was happy with how I felt towards the man.

James Greene.

I only saw him at the television or read about him in the magazines. He was known as a genius by running and leading his company since his younger age. I always thought he was very handsome and cool just by looking at him at the monitor. I never thought I will see the real thing after I applied a part-time job at this cafe. He came by wearing his expensive business suits. I could tell his clothes were all custom made. Very typical of rich people, I suppose.

I remembered that day when he came to Coffee Club, all of us, particularly women-were like stunned by his presence. I mean, a person like him whom I assumed always spend his free time at a high quality place, maybe like Starbucks won’t step his food to a small place like this. When he took his seat, all of us were asking to each other of who was going to serve him. Of course they appointed themselves but it turned chaotic because no one will stand down seeing their idol in front of them.

But then...

Like God has answered my prayer, with his deep and full of authority voice - he called me instead.

Excuse me, the brown hair waitress over there. Come over and take my order.

Maybe he was having a bad day and the way he called me was quite rude. But I was happy when he noticed me first rather than my other co-workers. That time, when I served him, all I could think of how to convince myself that was not a dream. I hadn't feel anything towards him that day, but when his steel blue eyes met my hazel eyes, I knew it.

I love this man.

Without knowing what kind of person he was first, I fallen in love with the Prince with mesmerizing blue eyes in front of me. In an instant, I was drowning to him. His presence was like a magnet. Pulling me to him even further.

Another thing that I knew about him was his parents passed away when he was twenty years old after he got his Master's degree. I pitied him actually because that day has to be the happiest moment to him but it turned out to be his disaster.

I knew that kind of feeling of losing someone, losing parents or should I say...losing my father. The only difference was I didn't feel a slightly pity of him, to my own father. He was the source of my pain, but still...

Why I couldn't hate him?

Was it because he was my father? Because his blood run on my veins? Or maybe because I was still hoping for him to come back, apologized to me and my mother and will do anything to make us whole again. I was hoping for that to happened, a bit.

Today I had a class at morning and it will finished around lunch. I was taking a scholarship to get into this Columbia University. I wanted to enter here but when my family had a financial problem, I almost gave up with my dream but my mother forced me to continue with my education. To pursued my dream.

I wanted to be a Novelist one day and that's why I'm taking an English Literature here. I loved reading since I was small. Romance was my favorite. Sometimes I would write a story on my note. I haven't dare to send my manuscript to one of the publishers. I couldn't find the courage for it. I thought I hadn't got the skill for it now.

After I finished my class, I immediately went out from the class room. "Hey, Eva!" my classmate-Kylie called me. She was my friend since I entered here but she was taking a different major with me. She was taking Accounting major. "Do you have work today too?"

"Yes, Kylie. I'm sorry but I think I have to turn down your invitation again today," I said to her. Her face turned into rather sad hearing me. What can I say? Even though I valued our friendship, my condition about financial still came first to me.

"I see. Well, don't push yourself too much. Otherwise you will faint one day," she said. I smiled to her. I felt bad by always doing this to her but she understand my condition. I told her about my family problem. I considered her as one of the person that I could trust with.

"Thank you, Kylie.”

"Don't worry about it. I understand. Well, maybe I should call my sister to go shopping with me."

"But, I thought your sister is going to have exams?"

"Nah~ that’s alright! My sister will never refuse me if I mentioned shopping to her," Kylie explained about her sister. She has an older sister and she was older by four years than us. She took Psychology major at Stanford University. I never met her but Kylie has shown me her picture. Both of them were quiet similar but her sister had blue eyes and peanut color hair while Kylie has the same eyes color but auburn hair.

"Well, I should be going now, Kylie. See you tomorrow," I parted with her.

"Sure. See you tomorrow, babe!" She waved her hand at me and I also did the same and went to the opposite direction.

When I got into Coffee Club, the place was still quiet as I headed to the staff room to change my clothes. Dakota was there changing her clothes as well.

"Hey there!" she greeted me and I greeted her back. "You think he's going to come today?"

"I hope so," I said while grabbing my clothes from the locker. "Today is Thursday, after all."

"Ooh, you began to know almost of his schedules. What of you? His stalker?"

"No, I'm not. It's just...because he came here quiet often so I know his routine. You realized it too, right?"

"Nope. I never realized he will always come at Thursday." She got me. Why I had to say that anyway?

"Let's hope at least he wants to talk to you," Dakota voiced her wish to me. I could only smile to her and hoping for the same. It's not like I couldn't get my hope high because...James was single too and I had rights to talk to him. He never came here with a girl with him. He always alone.

After we got changed, we went out the room and taking our position. Dakota in the cashier while I stood in front of the bar. Waiting for my Prince to come and then...there he come. My mood was increasing like 120% just seeing him entered the cafe. James immediately take his usual seat and waved his hand to me.

Why he's always waving his hand at me? Oh yeah, because I was the visible waitress to him.

I took a glass of water from Brad-our Bartender and walked towards his table. I put the glass on his table and shyly looked at him. I smiled professionally to him and asked my usual question to him.

"The usual, sir?" I asked to him. He tilted his lips a bit. Why I found that smile was so devilishly sexy?

"Yes, please," he answered. God, how I love his voice!

I smiled to him and excused myself and went to Brad. "The usual one, please."

"Sure." Brad then made a macchiato with two shots of espresso. When he's done, I took the cup and went to him again.

"Here's your order, sir."

"Thanks," he stated simply like he wanted me gone from him this instance. Maybe he was having another bad day so I better stand down and leave him alone. I walked towards the bar again but my eyes never left him. It always glued to his existence.

I see him every day.

Not just in the reality but also in my dream. On it, he was so gentle to me. Treating me like I was something precious to him, something vulnerable and had to be treasured. He constantly told me of how much he loved me like words were not enough to express his feelings to me. But then again, I needed to remind myself that it was a dream. And dream will always stay as dream. I had to face the reality and in the reality...

James doesn't love me. Yet.

Dakota was right. If I wanted to make him love me, I had to talk to him. Knowing each other. I was hoping he wanted to know me. The real me. Like me wanted to know more about him. Not the James Greene who always appeared on TV but the real James.

I think I have fallen hard on him even though I haven't know anything about him.

He will always appeared inside me.

His existence already being attached on me, refusing to let go.

I always see him sitting on the corner while drinking his usual Macchiato with two shots of Espresso and reading newspaper. But whenever I glanced at him from the corner of my eyes...

His eyes doesn't focus on the paper. It was on something else. What is it anyway?

It almost thirty minutes for him sitting there and I could see his water has running out. I immediately asked Brad to make another one for me and I went to him.

"Here's your water, sir," I said to him while putting the glass of water on his table.

"Thank you," he said it coldly without even bother to look at me for once. It was pretty rude, but I will never let it out on him knowing I might get something worse. I was still his server after all and I need to act professionally in front of him, the customer and the code for all the server around the world.

Customer is the King.

The code might be useless if the customer act rude to the servers.

When I wanted to walk away from him, his phone suddenly fell off from the table. I immediately kneeled down and picked up his phone. That's when I shouldn't have done that because that was the moment when I saw it.

A picture of a brunette hair young woman with crystal blue eyes. The color looks beautiful and it fits this young woman. His girlfriend? Is she the one whom James always see from his phone? Not his works?

I couldn't think straight. I thought James was single, but witnessing him keeping a woman's picture - it made me think again about the rumor. People considered him single because he never went around with woman on his hand. But this...

It all happened suddenly, when he snatched the phone away from me without me even blinking.

"I—I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that," I said it quickly. I didn't want him to get mad at me. I didn't want him to know me because I did something inappropriate to him.

"That's okay," he said. Thank God, he didn't get mad at me.

His expression didn't change at all but I keep maintained my smile. I had to look professional in front of him. I was doing my job after all.

"She's beautiful," I said to him. I didn't dare to say the word girlfriend to him because I was trying to convince myself that the woman on the picture was his sister, his relative, his friend, and so on. I didn't realize I was doing a mistake when I said that. His expression immediately changed into a very...depressed look.

Oh no, what have I done?

"Indeed she is," he said while looking at her picture.

The way he looked at her was very loving and showed me on how much he considered her important. Leaving me no space to entered his heart. He was locking his heart from anyone, including me and will only open it just for her and her only.

And with his beautiful blue eyes that I love, he looked at me and said this to me.

"She's my beloved one."