As we reach the first floor and the elevator doors open, I step out to go clock in and head to the blackjack table for my shift. Grant parts off to the side as if he wasn’t just groping me in the elevator… but I’m not complaining. He only gets me more wound up for tonight.
A few employees look at me strangely as I’m working the table. People clearly don’t enjoy seeing the boss around the table, keeping a close eye on everything, but he certainly doesn’t bother me.
I love this man. I want him, and only him. I don’t know if he truly wants to be with me or if he just wants me for the sex, but I quickly push that thought far away. I don’t want to feel sad as there’s no need to. I should already know what I am to him.
As the day drags on, I think about how much fun I had last night. I try not to put myself in a bad mood by thinking that he just wanted me for a night, but I can’t get the thought out of my head.
When I look up from the blackjack table, I see Grant speaking with a woman off to the side of me. His hand rests on her waist as a smile is spread across his face.
Jealousy rushes over me as I’m wondering who the hell that is he’s touching.
It’s no one that works here, or at least that I know of, so I know it has to be a customer. I know he’s done this several times before with women, but I can’t help but to feel jealous now. I don’t want to let it get to me, but it does.
It creeps up violently inside of me, turning into anger now as I try my best to concentrate on the table.
I can’t believe I’m allowing this to even get to me right now. I didn’t think our everyday routine would bother me after I had given myself to him, but I think it has. I bite back my anger the best that I can.
I try to catch a glance of his eyes, but he’s not even looking at me. I don’t know if he’s trying to ignore me or what, but the smile on the woman’s face widens and that’s all I can take of this any longer.
I abruptly excuse myself; one of the girls takes over for me as I clock out for the day. I don’t need this.
I didn’t really even have to work today and I chose to so I could make some money, as well as him money too. How could he do this to me? How can he make me feel so worthless? My emotions are getting the best of me.
11
GRANT
I watch Bella dash away from her table before I could bid my customer goodbye and go find out what’s even going on. It’s clear she’s upset, and I need to know who’s upset her, or if it’s me she’s upset with….
I don’t want problems and whatever it is, it can be fixed.
I race over to her before she’s about to take a step out the back door, as she then turns and swings her hand, attempting to slap me as I catch her li
ttle wrist.
So, I am the problem; understood.
“What’s going on with you?” I ask, feeling confused by her behavior.
“You, talking to that woman, your hand around her waist; should I keep going?” She glares at me, pulling away from my hold as I move to slide a hand in my pocket, grabbing what I’ve wanted for her all along. She just needs to see.
I grin at her as she looks over her shoulder to see if I’m following behind her, strutting away. I shake my head as she whips back around to find out what’s so funny, which just seems to make me chuckle even more.
“I don’t think it’s the least bit funny after what we did last night; after giving myself to you,” Bella laments. Before I let her go too far, I pull out the velvet box from my pocket, and her eyes quickly shift to it.
“I was having a nice time talking with her because it’s my birthday, and she’s simply just a customer. I told her I have someone I want to spend the rest of my life with and she expressed how happy she was for me. I was going to do this tonight at dinner but I see you need the reassurance that I’m not going anywhere, not now, not ever.” I explain, slowly moving down to one knee and opening the little box up.
Bella covers her mouth and leans in closer as she sees the diamond ring I picked for her.
“Will you marry me?” I ask, taking a moment and closing my eyes. When I open them, she’s still staring down at the ring.
The silence is thick between us.
I’m beginning to wonder if I should’ve pulled the ring out at all, but when she nods her head and tears start rolling out of her eyes with a wide smile, I’m relieved. She’s the one for me, the one I want to be with forever.
“Yes, Grant, yes!” She cries out, and I gently take hold of her hand to slip the ring on her finger.
I get off my knee to pull her in, keeping her in a tight embrace.