Two Months with Mr Rude
(Claire, warm my bed for money)
Written by Uche Lawrence
© Youngicee Stories
Maybe she should be happy that she met him. Hunter.
The man that looks kind of rude but soft inside.
She wanted to be with him. Take care of him. Not only in return that he took care of her and her brother but the fact that she love him.
She wished he could love her too. Even more than she love him.
“Sis, good morning.” Jason greeted.
“Good morning, baby boy.”
“I don’t take sh*t from any body!! Just leave the rice in the bowl and serve that customer for me.” Mike snarled at the staff before facing the rice that has been scattered to the floor.
“You’re will soon get fired. Don’t worry.” He whispered as he grabbed the broom and dustpan then began cleaning.
After so much work, he stood up to attend to the customer that needed coffee and milk.
“You’re welcome here ma’am.” He smiled as he make her coffee while she waited till he was done.
The woman couldn’t look away from him just like that. Their was just this strange gaze between them. Even Mike doesn’t understand.
“Are you alright, ma’am?” He decided to break the eye contact between them.
“Mi….No sir, I just kind remember that when I see your face, it reminds me of my son.” The woman smiled before leaving.
The woman has been coming here time to time. Almost everyday. Mike is yet to see any reason why the woman would stare at him for long before receiving anything she ordered for.
“Do you in anyway know that woman before?” Anita, a blonde girl who happens to be closer to him.
“No. But I think she might know me somewhere.” He shrugged and continued the rest of his work.
Anita only smiled a little. She knows something he doesn’t know.
Five days ago,
“Hi! Can I see you please?” A woman had called her. She turned and could barely see her face in the dark until the woman walked closer to her.
“Good evening and how may I help you?” She responded so quickly.
It’s getting late and she really needed to go home since her neighborhood is one of the quiet streets in N.Y.C.
“Sorry to bother you dear. You’re working with Mike?”
“Yes. Why did you ask?”
“He’s my son.” The woman blurted.
Anita’s bag dropped to the floor and stepped back.
Why’s she here? She’s Mike’s mother.
“Wh….why did you abandon your poor son out there? You didn’t know how dangerous it is.”
“I didn’t mean to. Please don’t tell him that I came to you. I’m sure he won’t forgive me.”