Against All Odds Choices (2ndt in a series of contemporary romance books for Kindle) by Sarah Amerson
Authors: Sarah Amerson
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I couldn't really ask him about our relationship. It felt like we were
crossing the line, bit by bit. It didn't really feel like we were only friends
that were fooling around. It felt like something more.
We said that
we wouldn't involve each other in our personal lives. And yet, we were sharing
stories like we were getting to know each other better for future purposes.
He personally
met my sister and my best friend. He was even spending time with them. I, on
the other hand, had been to their family villa a million times. I met his best
friend and his sort of second mother. I also bonded somehow with them.
We weren't
even seeing each other only for booty calls anymore. Like tonight, he would
bring food and we would eat dinner together – just talking and not having sex.
And now, he
was involving himself in my problems – which I thought we shouldn't do when we
started this. Not to mention, I was beginning to see his side of things. I was
beginning to understand how he felt that passionate about his secret life.
He made me
want to be open-minded.
No, scratch
that.
He was already
making me open-minded.
Wasn't that
telling something?
But I kept all
this to myself. For now, he had something to take care of. I didn't want to
distract him by voicing out what was bothering me.
So I just
nodded.
“Be careful,”
I told him, not being able to keep the concern from my voice.
He smiled
confidently. “As always.”
I couldn't
help but return the smile.
That's my man.
Oh, how I wish
I'd be able to call him that.
Chapter 4: Truths and Confessions
Two days
later, I was about to come out of the kitchen when Jack entered looking at me
all grim and serious.
At first I
thought that maybe a customer was being demanding that he was losing his
temper. But then, I remembered Jack was the perfect server. He always kept his
cool and never once showed his annoyance towards a customer.
“Guess who's
here,” he told me in a low voice. “In your section.”
I had a hunch
it was one of the Fab Four. Yup, we named Michael Vanderbilt, Leo Russo and
their co-bachelors the Fab Four. It was easier to identify them that way.
Anyhow, I
thought it was them because Leo informed me earlier today that they'd have
dinner here in the restaurant. And it was already past seven in the evening.
“Who?” I asked
still.
“Your
ex-boyfriend.”
“What?”
His answer was
seriously the least I expected.
I growled in
frustration. I thought we made it clear the other night that I wasn't
interested in getting back together with him. I even threw away the necklace he
returned to me the other day. I didn't want him in my life – period.
Didn't he have
a clue?!
Ooh, I bet he
stayed away for a couple of days to wait until I cooled off.
“Do you want
to switch with me?”
I looked at
Jack. He had a frown on his face.
He very rarely
offered something like switching tables. He strongly believed in
professionalism. But he knew Ryan and I's history. I wasn't planning on telling
him. One day, he just saw my bruises on my arms when I was changing in the
locker room. He immediately got the picture and demanded for answers. When he
did, he wanted to protect me from Ryan. But he was too late. Ryan already left
town by then.
I closed my
eyes tightly. As if that wasn't enough, I rubbed a hand through my face. Then,
it traveled to the back of my neck.
“No,” I
breathed out, shaking my head. “It's my job.”
“We can make
an exception if necessary,” Jack reasoned.
I bit my lip.
It was really tempting.
“Please?” I
gave in, worried.
He smiled a
little. “I got your back.”
“Don't do
anything rash, though,” I quickly said. “I don't want you to get in trouble.”
“Don't worry,”
he assured me. “I could be professional.”
I considered
it.
Well, he was
right about that. He was the most professional person I'd ever met. When it was
work, it was work. No bullshit whatsoever.
I waited in
the kitchen until I was ready. Jack
crossing the line, bit by bit. It didn't really feel like we were only friends
that were fooling around. It felt like something more.
We said that
we wouldn't involve each other in our personal lives. And yet, we were sharing
stories like we were getting to know each other better for future purposes.
He personally
met my sister and my best friend. He was even spending time with them. I, on
the other hand, had been to their family villa a million times. I met his best
friend and his sort of second mother. I also bonded somehow with them.
We weren't
even seeing each other only for booty calls anymore. Like tonight, he would
bring food and we would eat dinner together – just talking and not having sex.
And now, he
was involving himself in my problems – which I thought we shouldn't do when we
started this. Not to mention, I was beginning to see his side of things. I was
beginning to understand how he felt that passionate about his secret life.
He made me
want to be open-minded.
No, scratch
that.
He was already
making me open-minded.
Wasn't that
telling something?
But I kept all
this to myself. For now, he had something to take care of. I didn't want to
distract him by voicing out what was bothering me.
So I just
nodded.
“Be careful,”
I told him, not being able to keep the concern from my voice.
He smiled
confidently. “As always.”
I couldn't
help but return the smile.
That's my man.
Oh, how I wish
I'd be able to call him that.
Chapter 4: Truths and Confessions
Two days
later, I was about to come out of the kitchen when Jack entered looking at me
all grim and serious.
At first I
thought that maybe a customer was being demanding that he was losing his
temper. But then, I remembered Jack was the perfect server. He always kept his
cool and never once showed his annoyance towards a customer.
“Guess who's
here,” he told me in a low voice. “In your section.”
I had a hunch
it was one of the Fab Four. Yup, we named Michael Vanderbilt, Leo Russo and
their co-bachelors the Fab Four. It was easier to identify them that way.
Anyhow, I
thought it was them because Leo informed me earlier today that they'd have
dinner here in the restaurant. And it was already past seven in the evening.
“Who?” I asked
still.
“Your
ex-boyfriend.”
“What?”
His answer was
seriously the least I expected.
I growled in
frustration. I thought we made it clear the other night that I wasn't
interested in getting back together with him. I even threw away the necklace he
returned to me the other day. I didn't want him in my life – period.
Didn't he have
a clue?!
Ooh, I bet he
stayed away for a couple of days to wait until I cooled off.
“Do you want
to switch with me?”
I looked at
Jack. He had a frown on his face.
He very rarely
offered something like switching tables. He strongly believed in
professionalism. But he knew Ryan and I's history. I wasn't planning on telling
him. One day, he just saw my bruises on my arms when I was changing in the
locker room. He immediately got the picture and demanded for answers. When he
did, he wanted to protect me from Ryan. But he was too late. Ryan already left
town by then.
I closed my
eyes tightly. As if that wasn't enough, I rubbed a hand through my face. Then,
it traveled to the back of my neck.
“No,” I
breathed out, shaking my head. “It's my job.”
“We can make
an exception if necessary,” Jack reasoned.
I bit my lip.
It was really tempting.
“Please?” I
gave in, worried.
He smiled a
little. “I got your back.”
“Don't do
anything rash, though,” I quickly said. “I don't want you to get in trouble.”
“Don't worry,”
he assured me. “I could be professional.”
I considered
it.
Well, he was
right about that. He was the most professional person I'd ever met. When it was
work, it was work. No bullshit whatsoever.
I waited in
the kitchen until I was ready. Jack
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