Confronted (Beauty And The Billionaire Geek Book 1) by E.E. Griffin Page B
Authors: E.E. Griffin
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times more screwed up than teenage dating drama ever could be.
The lunch rush came in and we made sandwiches like crazy until about two. After the lunch rush died down, I did the cleanup while Todd dealt with inventory and Darcy continued babbling about her boyfriend. I didn’t even care that she talked more than she worked. It gave me a way to keep my hands and mind busy, so I didn’t have to think about my own life.
About an hour before the end of my shift, Chris walked through the glass door and spied me behind the counter. A sneer curled on his lips. Anger boiled in my gut that he could come into my workplace. I never wanted to see him again.
He walked to the counter nonchalantly and looked down and me with a cool grin. I glared at him. Darcy brushed by to serve him. Chris might be a sociopath but he was hot, if you liked that sort of thing.
Darcy giggled and bounced so that her long brown ponytail swung behind her. He ordered a meatball sandwich. As Chris and Darcy walked down the counter picking toppings, his eyes never left me. A black pit formed in my stomach.
“Nice to know you work here,” he said as he took his bag toward the door. He left and I let out a long breath.
“Do you know him?” Darcy squealed.
“No,” was all I said.
After work, I met Stacy in front of a café across the street from Subway. We got in the pickup and pulled around the street to see whose cars were at the house. We hurried to the U-Haul rental place down the street. When we got back, the only car there was Jason’s. We ran inside and started taking apart our furniture as fast as possible.
Jason came to my room and stood in the doorway, his long black bangs hung over his eye.
“What’s up, Zoe? Are you guys leaving?”
“We have to. Chris has gone too far. He came into my room last night and tried to get in my pants. Max keeps extorting money from me. I won’t live like this.”
“He did what ?”
“Don’t worry about it. I’m leaving.”
“I’m probably going to leave soon too. Max turned into a dick since Chris got here. Let me give you hand with your stuff.”
Jason helped Stacy and I carry our things to the trailer. As we bought the last of our things outside, Chris and Max pulled up in Max’s car. My heart dropped. Stacy shoved the trailer door closed as Max jumped from his vehicle.
“What the fuck is going on here, girls? You can’t just leave without giving notice. You have a lease.”
“Fuck off Maxwell. If you don’t want me to call the cops on your bro Chris for attempted rape, get out of our way,” I said, my words tense and threatening.
Max backed up with a confused look on his face. Whatever was between him and Chris, it didn’t seem to include raping Max’s tenants.
“She’s full of shit, Max. Don’t listen to her,” Chris said, stepping toward me. He grabbed my arm and yanked.
“Hey, asshole,” Stacy shouted. “If you don’t want to spend the night in jail, I suggest you back away.”
“Chris, step off man. That ain’t cool,” said Jason, moving in front of Chris. Jason was at least four inches shorter and much smaller than Chris. It took a lot of courage to stand up for us.
I yanked my arm away and got in the passenger seat of Stacy’s truck. Stacy gave Max and Chris a devil’s glare and ran around to the driver’s seat. She hopped inside and slammed the door shut, giving them the finger as we pulled away.
“I know where you work, bitch,” Chris yelled as we drove off. That dude didn’t know when to stop. But I wasn’t about to take any chances with him finding me at the bus stop at night. I’d have to quit my job. It sucked, but I didn’t have a choice. I could always call the police, but what could they do? Did I have enough reason to get a restraining order? Would that even help? It would be better to disappear into the city.
Stacy and I unpacked all our things into a storage unit near the hotel, returned the U-Haul and collapsed in the hotel room for
The lunch rush came in and we made sandwiches like crazy until about two. After the lunch rush died down, I did the cleanup while Todd dealt with inventory and Darcy continued babbling about her boyfriend. I didn’t even care that she talked more than she worked. It gave me a way to keep my hands and mind busy, so I didn’t have to think about my own life.
About an hour before the end of my shift, Chris walked through the glass door and spied me behind the counter. A sneer curled on his lips. Anger boiled in my gut that he could come into my workplace. I never wanted to see him again.
He walked to the counter nonchalantly and looked down and me with a cool grin. I glared at him. Darcy brushed by to serve him. Chris might be a sociopath but he was hot, if you liked that sort of thing.
Darcy giggled and bounced so that her long brown ponytail swung behind her. He ordered a meatball sandwich. As Chris and Darcy walked down the counter picking toppings, his eyes never left me. A black pit formed in my stomach.
“Nice to know you work here,” he said as he took his bag toward the door. He left and I let out a long breath.
“Do you know him?” Darcy squealed.
“No,” was all I said.
After work, I met Stacy in front of a café across the street from Subway. We got in the pickup and pulled around the street to see whose cars were at the house. We hurried to the U-Haul rental place down the street. When we got back, the only car there was Jason’s. We ran inside and started taking apart our furniture as fast as possible.
Jason came to my room and stood in the doorway, his long black bangs hung over his eye.
“What’s up, Zoe? Are you guys leaving?”
“We have to. Chris has gone too far. He came into my room last night and tried to get in my pants. Max keeps extorting money from me. I won’t live like this.”
“He did what ?”
“Don’t worry about it. I’m leaving.”
“I’m probably going to leave soon too. Max turned into a dick since Chris got here. Let me give you hand with your stuff.”
Jason helped Stacy and I carry our things to the trailer. As we bought the last of our things outside, Chris and Max pulled up in Max’s car. My heart dropped. Stacy shoved the trailer door closed as Max jumped from his vehicle.
“What the fuck is going on here, girls? You can’t just leave without giving notice. You have a lease.”
“Fuck off Maxwell. If you don’t want me to call the cops on your bro Chris for attempted rape, get out of our way,” I said, my words tense and threatening.
Max backed up with a confused look on his face. Whatever was between him and Chris, it didn’t seem to include raping Max’s tenants.
“She’s full of shit, Max. Don’t listen to her,” Chris said, stepping toward me. He grabbed my arm and yanked.
“Hey, asshole,” Stacy shouted. “If you don’t want to spend the night in jail, I suggest you back away.”
“Chris, step off man. That ain’t cool,” said Jason, moving in front of Chris. Jason was at least four inches shorter and much smaller than Chris. It took a lot of courage to stand up for us.
I yanked my arm away and got in the passenger seat of Stacy’s truck. Stacy gave Max and Chris a devil’s glare and ran around to the driver’s seat. She hopped inside and slammed the door shut, giving them the finger as we pulled away.
“I know where you work, bitch,” Chris yelled as we drove off. That dude didn’t know when to stop. But I wasn’t about to take any chances with him finding me at the bus stop at night. I’d have to quit my job. It sucked, but I didn’t have a choice. I could always call the police, but what could they do? Did I have enough reason to get a restraining order? Would that even help? It would be better to disappear into the city.
Stacy and I unpacked all our things into a storage unit near the hotel, returned the U-Haul and collapsed in the hotel room for
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