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My Billionaire Boyfriend: Chapter 2
Twinkle's POV:
"Right away, Mr. Jay," I say with a small smile, rushing to the baking area to deliver the orders. Today is Sunday, meaning double the customers.
"Anna, two chocolate croissants, one blueberry muffin, and one caramel latte for table 3," I instruct, handing the empty plates and mugs to Aria, a part-time worker at my bakery.
"Twinky, where the hell is Noel? We need to make a few more deliveries by 10," Lilly placed the plum cakes ordered by villagers for their little function on the table.
"Uh, this boy... I have already warned him not to go for a bike race during working hours." I take out my cell phone from the apron's pocket and dial his number, which is, of course, switched off.
"What's the matter, Twinkle?" James enters the kitchen area after taking the orders.
"Noel hasn't reported since the delivery to the North. We need to deliver those cakes to the villagers before 10." He lightly rubs his forehead and removes the apron.
"Don't worry, I'll do the delivery. Just text me the address," he says reassuringly, a relief in this tight schedule.
"Really, James, you are the glue that holds our ship together," Lilly says dramatically.
"Nothing like that, Lilly... just a little help to my beautiful employer," he says simply, making my cheeks turn rosy.
Lilly gives me a knowing smile and helps James carry the boxes to his gray van.
'Blush, huh?'
It's not like what you think.
'I thought you wouldn't fall for praises.'
I haven't.
'A big lie... don't forget about your goals! These are just distractions.'
I know.
'Yeah, yeah, that's why you became a ripe tomato-'
"Hello, to the earth, Miss..." Anna waves her hands over my face, bringing me out of my little inner debate.
"Uh... oh, sorry, Anna... any orders?" I ask doubtfully.
"Nope, but a CUSTOMER who wishes to see YOU." She stresses those words, making me frown.
"What does that mean?"
"See for yourself. He is at table number 5," she says, moving to the inside kitchen. I wipe my palms on the towel on the apron quickly, grab my notepad and pen, and stroll out.
The dining area is packed with customers, and I fix my gaze on the first row to get a glance at a man in fashionable clothes dressed luxuriously. I carefully walk to table 5 without disturbing the environment.
"Good morning, Mr...." Damn, I don't remember his surname.
"It's Kingston, Twinkle, but I don't appreciate using surnames," he grins at me.
"Uh... sure, Bill. So, what can I get for you?" I ask.
"A regular, please, but I asked for you to know if you could deliver a Classic Chocolate Cake by 4 today?" he doubts. We have pinned on the notice board that we won't make or deliver...
"Right away, Mr. Jay," I say with a small smile, rushing to the baking area to deliver the orders. Today is Sunday, meaning double the customers.
"Anna, two chocolate croissants, one blueberry muffin, and one caramel latte for table 3," I instruct, handing the empty plates and mugs to Aria, a part-time worker at my bakery.
"Twinky, where the hell is Noel? We need to make a few more deliveries by 10," Lilly placed the plum cakes ordered by villagers for their little function on the table.
"Uh, this boy... I have already warned him not to go for a bike race during working hours." I take out my cell phone from the apron's pocket and dial his number, which is, of course, switched off.
"What's the matter, Twinkle?" James enters the kitchen area after taking the orders.
"Noel hasn't reported since the delivery to the North. We need to deliver those cakes to the villagers before 10." He lightly rubs his forehead and removes the apron.
"Don't worry, I'll do the delivery. Just text me the address," he says reassuringly, a relief in this tight schedule.
"Really, James, you are the glue that holds our ship together," Lilly says dramatically.
"Nothing like that, Lilly... just a little help to my beautiful employer," he says simply, making my cheeks turn rosy.
Lilly gives me a knowing smile and helps James carry the boxes to his gray van.
'Blush, huh?'
It's not like what you think.
'I thought you wouldn't fall for praises.'
I haven't.
'A big lie... don't forget about your goals! These are just distractions.'
I know.
'Yeah, yeah, that's why you became a ripe tomato-'
"Hello, to the earth, Miss..." Anna waves her hands over my face, bringing me out of my little inner debate.
"Uh... oh, sorry, Anna... any orders?" I ask doubtfully.
"Nope, but a CUSTOMER who wishes to see YOU." She stresses those words, making me frown.
"What does that mean?"
"See for yourself. He is at table number 5," she says, moving to the inside kitchen. I wipe my palms on the towel on the apron quickly, grab my notepad and pen, and stroll out.
The dining area is packed with customers, and I fix my gaze on the first row to get a glance at a man in fashionable clothes dressed luxuriously. I carefully walk to table 5 without disturbing the environment.
"Good morning, Mr...." Damn, I don't remember his surname.
"It's Kingston, Twinkle, but I don't appreciate using surnames," he grins at me.
"Uh... sure, Bill. So, what can I get for you?" I ask.
"A regular, please, but I asked for you to know if you could deliver a Classic Chocolate Cake by 4 today?" he doubts. We have pinned on the notice board that we won't make or deliver...
