MAVERICK

I reported to work two hours earlier so I could go home and wash my clothes.

“So, where’s your hot and rich boyfriend?” Genesis teased me as she placed down orders on the tray for table five with four women in heavy makeup.

“He’s not my boyfriend, GG.”

She smirked, glancing at my hand. “Not your boyfriend. Perhaps a fiancee or a husband?”

“Just send those orders before Rocco comes and fires us.”

“Fine, but I will grill you ...