Capturing The Billionaire

Sighing, I reached over and slapped a hand on my alarm clock. Pulling the covers off, I slid out of bed and stood up. I glanced over at the bed, letting out a groan when I realized that I would have to make it. Moving quickly, I fixed up my entire room and then picked out my outfit to wear to work today.

I moved to the States two years ago. I stayed with family at first, but later decided that I needed to be more independent. My family understood and helped me with moving. I appreciate that they didn’t try to stop me. I still speak to them regularly, as I don’t want to seem ungrateful to them since they were the reason I was here.

Humming to myself, I went to my adjoining bathroom and opened the shower door. Pulling off my clothes, I stepped inside and turned on the water, simultaneously adjusting the water temperature.

I halted when I realized the apartment was quieter than usual. I wondered what Christy was doing. Christy was my best friend. We met online when we were both 14 years old. At that time, some people thought we wouldn’t last as friends because she was from a higher society of life when my family and I were regular people in society living a middle-class life.

We met through Instagram. I liked one of her photos and she commented on one of mine. Christy, being as bold as she was, insisted that we become friends, and we have been best friends ever since. When I told her I was moving to the States, she was ecstatic and made sure that I wouldn’t change my mind. My parents had it set it in stone, so it was a promise I could keep.

Moving from Jamaica to the United States was a big step, but with Christy’s support and the support of my family, it was easy. Even though I love it here, I still miss my family back home.

Snapping out of my daze, I quickly finished my shower and stepped out, wrapping a towel around my body. I walked back into my room, drying myself and putting on my clothes. Sitting down in front of my vanity table, I slowly brushed my hair into a ponytail. I did not bother with applying any makeup since I was only going to work.

I searched inside my closet for my black converse, putting them on. With one last glance in the mirror, I grabbed my purse, which had all my necessary items, like my phone and some cash. After I was sure that I had everything, I opened my door and strolled down the hall.

I know I just woke up, but I was already so hungry. Food is life- let me not even get started on chocolate. I believe that chocolate is a gift sent to women by God. There is absolutely nothing like it in this world, and I am addicted to it. I thank God for my fast metabolism because I eat an unhealthy amount of chocolate and have no plans to stop.

With these food-filled thoughts rushing in vmy brain, I made my way to the kitchen, where I found an oddly silent Christina. Christina being quiet is like asking for rain in the Sahara Desert. It rarely happens and you never know when to expect it. She is always so lively and full of life, so seeing her like this had me worried.

“What’s wrong Christy?” I asked, using the nickname I had for her.

“I broke up with Jerome,” she paused, tears escaping her eyes. “Right after I caught him cheating on me.”

“Oh Christy,” I gasped, shocked at this revelation.

I quickly pulled out a stool from around the counter and took a seat close to her, pulling her in for a tight hug. Christy was rarely ever this down and from what I knew, things were not that serious with Jerome, but if she needed me to comfort her, I would gladly do so.

“You’ll get through this Christy,” I muttered to her.

“It’s just as well. We weren’t really a thing, you know,” she sniffled.

I searched my brain for a way to cheer her up and take her mind off it.

What would she want to do?

Bingo!

It was as if a light bulb just went over my head. A new club was opening tonight, and Christy was begging me all week to go, but I refused, mostly because clubs aren’t my scene and I felt like I always end up drunk. After spending all night dancing in heels, I was not interested in doing it again but if it would take her mind off of what happened with Jerome, I would make an exception.

“Would it make you feel any better if I go to that new club with you?” I asked hesitantly, hoping she would say no, but as usual, I didn’t get my way.

I reeled back in shock as she screamed her reply. “Yes!”

“You seem a lot better now,” I pouted. I felt as if this was all just a ruse to get me to agree.

She smiled cheekily at me and ran out of the room. I just got played.

Screw my life.

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After the whole charade with Christy, I made my breakfast, which was toast and bacon with my favorite chocolate tea. After eating, I cleaned up all the crumbs from my face and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth again.

Walking out of the bathroom, I headed straight for Christy’s room. Without knocking, I walked in to find her reading a magazine. She looked up at me with a devilish smile on her face. I swear she was always up to no good. I sometimes felt like an overprotective sister or mom.

I already knew that the only reason she was reading the

magazine was because of the half-naked men in there. Ignoring her reading, I ruffled her already messy hair a little. She hated it, which only made me do it more. It brought me the greatest joy in the world to annoy her.

“I’m leaving now,” I said to her.

“I’ll see you later,” she replied, turning her attention back to the magazine. Wow, I feel the love.

Rolling my eyes, I exited the room and went back into the kitchen to get my bag. Humming softly to myself, I stepped through the front door, closing it behind me. I hurried to my car and got in.

After fifteen minutes of being on the road, I pulled up to the restaurant that I have been working in. The restaurant is a popular one called ‘Cynthia’ and it is owned by some billionaire. I have never met the man since he wasn’t the one to interview me. I didn’t expect him to. A man of his caliber didn’t have time for little ole me.

Stepping out of the vehicle, I took up my bag and went into the restaurant. The door leading to the backroom was the one I walked to. I greeted the other servers there with a small smile. I haven’t been here long, so I was not the best of friends with anyone here yet. Walking straight to the lockers, I slowly put in my combination code. One thing I loved about working here was the level of security I had with my things.

After putting it in my bag, I grabbed my apron and tied it around my waist. Closing the door, I walked to the front, picking up a new pen and a small notepad. That was another one of the many things I love about working here. A fresh notepad and pen were waiting for me every day. With a sigh, I started my rounds, going around serving customers. I was serving an iced tea to a young couple when the restaurant door opened to reveal a very handsome young man. He was drool worthy with his dark hair and enchanting green eyes. I knew I shouldn’t stare but I found it hard to look away from him.

“Thank you,” the young woman said, offering me a smile.

I blushed slightly, hoping she didn’t catch me ogling a customer. Get it together Jade!

“You’re very welcome,” I replied, turning around to sit on a chair to the side.

Management allowed the servers to sit on chairs to the side so that we could see everyone who enters the restaurant and who needs to be served. Right now, sitting here, I could not help but stare at the mystery man that entered the restaurant a while ago. He was just sitting there, but I felt incredibly shy just being in his presence.

He was typing away on his phone without a care in the world, yet he still had this intimidating look. I noticed no one made a move towards him so I decided I should take his order. Taking a deep breath, I stood up and walked over to his table. I should have let someone else serve him, but I was feeling bold today.

I awkwardly cleared my throat to get his attention. He looked up at me, green eyes sparkling. I could have sworn that my heart skipped a beat. A soft gasp escaped my lips as I calmed my wayward thoughts.

“G-good morning,” I stuttered, cursing under my breath. I never stutter. This man was turning me into a blubbering fool.

“What would you like to order?” I asked in a more composed voice. Even though all I wanted to do now was run away and never look back- I refused to be shaken by him.

I stood there feeling less awkward and nervous than I already did. The feeling was short-lived when he spoke. His voice was deep and husky. It sent shivers down my spine. He could talk to me all day and I wouldn’t mind.

“I’m fine,” he said. “But thank you for asking.”

“Just let one of the staff know when you’re ready,” I told him, walking away in a daze.

I cannot believe what just happened. How can he affect me with just a few words? I looked back at him to find him staring right back at me. Shit. I was not expecting him to look at me. I tore my eyes away from him and looked down.

Quickly turning around, I hurried to the back room. I had no clue what had just happened, but I knew if I saw him again, I would be as hot and bothered as I was before. I thought back to how his eyes had traveled the length of my body in one quick scoop and how I wished he would do it again. This man had me so flustered it was not even funny.

After a long day at work, it was finally time for me to head home. For the entire day, I had been thinking about the mysterious man that had entered the restaurant. He stayed for at least an hour doing only God knows what. It embarrassed me to even admit that I was watching him the entire time. It was like I could not pull my eyes away.

His aura was enthralling. He was also so extremely attractive to me, which was a first. I have nothing against white men, but I have never been so attracted to one before in my life. I have always dated men of my race, but I found myself wanting to get to know him and his body. My face grew red at the thought, but thankfully, the darkness of my skin hid my blush.

I didn’t try to take his order again, but I would often look over at him to find him staring at me. I avoided going anywhere near him because of the embarrassment I felt from being caught. He was a fine specimen of a man, but I was

supposed to be working, not ogling the cus