A Taste of His Love

Chapter 1

- Ella -

"Ella! Ella!," Coco called excitedly, rushing towards me and crashing on a stool.

"Hey, you be careful," I pointed at her as she hurried towards me. "You better not break any of those bottles there. It takes quite an amount of dollars you cannot afford to get."

The only reaction I got from that was the rolling of her eyes and I was amused. I hope what she wanted to tell me was more important than my bottles.

"Guess what?" She said.

"What?" I replied unenthusiastically.

"Oh my God, there is a very hot man in the shop," she babbled, and I could not believe my ears.

"Girl, you out here crashing stuff because of a man?" I frowned at her.

"He's not just any man Ella," she stressed. "Why, that's the son of one of the wealthiest men in the country we only get to see on the TV and hear of in the papers. You don't see these kinds on a regular day and in a place like this."

"Oh," I mouthed as I bent over the counter to see who she was talking about. One look at him and I could tell that he was filthy rich indeed. But I could not see his face for he had his back towards me. "Well, why don't you go get his order?"

"I can't," Coco squealed and I raised a brow at her.

"Huh?"

"I'm... I'm shy. Look why don't you go," she suggested, pushing me along. What's with her? Ain't none of this moves me. I walked up straight to the man confidently.

"Hello, sir, and good evening. What would you like to have," I asked casually, and he muttered something inaudible, his hands pressed on his temple tiredly.

"I'm sorry, I did not get that," I cocked my head as if getting a clearer view of him would make me hear him better.

"Are you deaf?" He hissed at me. "I said, get me a bottle of whiskey, Godamnit."

And for the first time, he raised his head. I was first captivated by the handsome red face that glared at me, making me wonder for a pregnant second if he was a demi-god, an angry one.

He looked like something was up with him, probably the reason why he was here to get a drink to cool off, but I was not the cause of his problems, and I told him that.

"Sir, I don't know what your problem is, but I am not the cause of it and would not accept that you speak to me that way," I told him, but as politely as I could.

His eyes went dark and his brows creased together like he could not believe I just said what I did.

"Are you talking to me?" He asked icily.

"I mean, you are the only one here, so?" I shrugged, unbothered.

"Ella!" Coco called over the counter in a harsh whisper but I ignored her. She had been watching and listening to our conversation.

"Do you have any idea who you are talking to? Who is the manager of this place?" Was the next thing he asked. "Get me the manager right now."

I scoffed in disbelief.

"I don't know who you are and I don't care. And for your information, I am the manager so you can lay your complaints right here." There was a bit of surprise in his eyes which disappeared almost immediately when I said that. I did not care and continued anyway. "And apparently, you don't even have any because you just walk into a shop and let your wealth get into your head, you think you can talk to anyone as you wish. I bet you expect me to scurry at your presence but I don't give a hoot about you or your status."

He hit the table with his fist, making me shake a little.

"You little brat," he said under his breath. "I would have had you dealt with, but you're lucky I don't have your time."

He picked up his car keys from the table, his eyes still on me, and walked out of the shop.

"Ella, are you crazy?" Coco ran to me.

"No, I'm not," I shot at her. "He's the one who's crazy. He shouldn't have spoken to me that way."

"Gosh, do you have any idea who he is? He could have this shop closed down!"

And that got me.

"Wh..what?" I stuttered.

"That guy is not just any wealthy man but his family holds so much authority and power. He would seize this shop and there is nothing you can do about it."

"If he's that wealthy why would he come here?" I wondered.

"That should be the least of your worries. You should worry about this little place we spent all our life savings to put together. I tell you all the time to watch your mouth but you never listen. You think he is like one of these countryside boys you mess with, huh."

"It can't be that bad," I muttered to myself, now regretting my actions.

"You wish," Coco shook her head and walked away. I looked towards the door where the young man had gone through and thought to run out and apologize, but he would have been long gone.

Well, it's not my fault; he caused everything. He was outrightly rude to me. I took off my apron with a sigh and walked back to the counter.

"Are you okay?" Coco asked me now with concern in her eyes.

"Yeah," I nodded. "Just tired. I need to have enough rest so I can get out early for my interview tomorrow."

"Oh right," Coco said with realisation. "I remember you told me about it. Why don't you go home now? I will stay back."

"Thanks," I said shortly, my voice filled with appreciation as I made for the door.

"Just don't go around cussing and eventually not pass that interview," Coco called after me.