His Lethal Love by Monika Singh (book series for 12 year olds .TXT) 📖

“Shut up!” I glared at him and put the food packet on the table before disappearing into the room. 

“Why don’t you give your life to him, Cami!” Clarence shouted from behind me, making me pause. “If that’s what he wants, at least it’ll save our lives.” 

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“I would like to have iced tea with chocolate cookies.” An elderly man with a thick white beard said. 

“Sure.” I gave him a polite nod before asking, “Would you like to have an appetizer?”

“I’ll have garlic bread to start.” 

I scribbled down his order on the pad. “Anything else, sir.”

“That’ll be all for now.”

I walked into the kitchen to get his order. My life had been running smoothly for three months as I wouldn’t have to face Scott Martinez and he didn’t even know where I was. Caden and Clarence started their school and Natalie enrolled in the university. I needed a couple of years to get my life on track. I had always dreamed of becoming a model, but always got a rejection because of my unattractive face and thick legs. I was good 5’8 but my legs were too fat for a model personality. And my face… It was not unattractive, but it looked plain when I wore my rounded glasses. I had short black hair and light gray eyes which sharpened my features. I had high cheekbones and a long neck, but what I didn’t like in me was my lips which were too thick. 

I loved to adore myself, but people didn’t let me. I had bullied people because they bullied me. 

“Scott Martinez is here!” I was startled when one of the waitresses screamed out in excitement. “Oh my gosh, he is here!” 

Suddenly, an excited murmur flared up in the kitchen as everyone got thrilled to hear this news. I even caught a couple of waitresses grabbing lipstick and starting to apply it on their lips.

“I’m gonna take his order.” Abira, one of the waitresses said, tugging her blouse, and making sure it would show her cleavage.  

“I’m gonna serve him.” Another waitress protested. 

I frowned and adjusted my wig before putting iced tea and chocolate cookies on a tray and heading out. 

“Aana…” I paused when my employer called me out and forced me to turn around to face him. 

“Yes, sir.”

“You’ll serve Scott Martinez,” he announced, and my heart leaped into my throat. 

“I’m occupied, sir,” I replied, my voice raspy. 

“Abira will take care of your guest,” he said while glancing her way. 

“No!” she exclaimed promptly. “I’ll serve Scott because I was the one who saw him first.”

“Shut up!” My employer clipped, and she bit her lips to stop herself. 

“I…I…” I stuttered. “I can’t serve him.” 

“Why?” he demanded and held my gaze as if he found the truth.

I lowered my gaze, feeling my rising heartbeat. “Because I’m not comfortable with celebrities.” 

“It’s a golden opportunity to meet Scott Martinez.” He tore the tray from my hands before turning me around and pushing me out of the kitchen towards the hall. “Now go, Miss Watson.”

Breathing shakily, I headed towards his table. My finger trembled when I spotted him with Maura Garcia. She was giving her autograph to a couple of guests and Scott was busy staring at her. A small smile appeared on his face while he was watching his fiancee happy. 

“Hi, I’m Aana. I’ll be your server tonight,” I mumbled. 

Scott froze, and his bright blue moved towards me. My heart almost stopped beating when he stared right into my eyes. There was softness, respect, and tenderness in those eyes. Maybe because he had been through this phase. He respected every small worker who worked hard to earn their daily bread. 

“Hi, I’m Scott Martinez. Thank you for being my server,” he said charmingly with a playful wink. Two dimples appeared on either side of his cheeks when he smiled. 

He practically looked like an angel. Maura was a lucky woman to own his heart. 

“May I take your order,” I mumbled while fixing my eye on the order pad. 

“Two black coffees, thank you.”

I nodded and turned to leave, but then Maura called me back. “Hey, what’s your name?”

I closed my eyes briefly before glancing at her. “It’s Aana.” 

“Aana, don’t you want my autograph?” she leaned forward before she held Scott’s hand. 

“No!” I spat and glanced at Scott, who was already staring at me with amusement. “I want his. Can I get one?”

“If you know him better, Scott Martinez doesn’t give an autograph. Okay, you may go now.”

I returned with their order and caught their tongue sticking into each other’s mouths. They quickly tore themselves away when they noticed me standing next to their table. Putting the tray down, I turned on my heel, but suddenly I lost my balance and fell in Scott’s arms. My heart throbbed when he wrapped his muscular arm around my waist before pulling closer to his firm chest. His familiar scent lingered in my nose. I tried to breathe but couldn’t when he was holding me tight. 

“I’m sor…”

“Camille…!” I froze when Maura shouted. 

Shocked, Scott’s eyes moved down to the wig on the ground and then moved back to my face. My heart lurched when his fury sprang to life. “How Dare You?!” he hissed out and shoved me away from him. “Damn it!” 

“She managed to find a job by disguising herself.” Maura sneered. “This ugly rat needs a good lesson, baby.” 

“Who’s the owner of this restaurant?” Scott said impatiently, looking across the hall. 

“Scott please…” I begged, and it fueled him more. “You’ve got what you wanted for a long. My parents, my wealth, and my dignity. Now, leave me and my siblings alone.”

He stepped forward, towering over me. His eyes were burning like lava. “How am I supposed to leave you alone, Miss Davidson?” he brought his ear close to my ear. “I’ve been missing you for three months. Now, I’ll make sure never let you go.”

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