The Billionaire and the Hitman’s Daughter (Refurbished)

Bruce headed home in his Fancy and yet luxurious red Sports car. He hit the bathroom, and came out with water dripping from his hair and down his back with his towel wrapped around his waist which curved right below the bodily wonder of his six packs.

After about an hour, he stepped out of his room with a brown jacket that smelt like lavender and chocolate mist. He walked towards the mini bar he had in his house right behind his large living room and poured a single malt scotch whisky into a glass which he shook slightly, inhaled and drank.

He let out a sigh. ”That should do. ” He said to himself as he got up from the seat and grabbed his car keys from his table.

”Vrrooom ” his car let out a wild sound as he zoomed out of his garage and headed to the bar.

Upon his arrival at the bars entrance, he got out of his car with the valet approaching him with a warm smile which Bruce reciprocated. He put off his jacket and handed it to the man who stood right by the door and headed to the spot he had reserved- a table for two.

While he sat, two waitresses came towards him, with one heavily flirting as she walked.

”What would you be having tonight, Handsome? ” The redhead waitress asked to the anger of the other waitress who walked away in annoyance.

”Water is fine for now. Thank you. My guest is yet to arrive. ” Bruce replied as he barely looked at her in the eyes but focused on her hair and height.

”Okay. ” She said with an ecstatic pitch as she walked away from him to get his order.

As her foot steps receded, Bruce checked his phone and still had not gotten a message from Melissa explaining why she hadn showed up 10 minutes into the appointment. He was not angry but he was feeling irked about this.

While he shut his phones lockscreen, releasing a deep breath and slightly shaking his head, someone got closer to his table. His head was bent towards the ground, so the first thing he noticed were her nice red heels as he traced his vision to her beautiful legs and right above her knees was a black coloured gown.

Still in awe of this sight, he had failed to recognise that this was a person, at least not until she cleared her throat hoping to get his attention to her face.

Bruce immediately got himself together from whatever lust was filling his mind and looked up to her. This was Melissa and Bruce was shocked at how stunning she looked outside work.

”What? Melissa has always been this hot and somehow Ive never noticed? ” Bruce thought to himself with his eyes fixed on her red lips and how lovely shed packed her hair.

”You
e late! ” Bruce said with a face devoid of lust or admiration. If there was an art Bruce had mastered, it was thinking too much and saying so little.

Melissa felt ashamed of herself in a way hearing Bruce say this instead of a compliment or anything else.

”Why did he ask me here? ” Melissa thought to herself as she thought of a reply to give him.

”Sit! ” Bruce said to the disoriented Melissa as he pointed to the chair just opposite him.

Melissa stared at him with admiration but she felt awkward that he didn seem to do that or anything subtly close in return. She contemplated walking out of here with whatever amount of pride she still had in her.

”Here. You
e sweating. ” Bruce said as he extended his white handkerchief to her to wipe her face.

Melissa collected it and saw this as nothing more than a polite gesture with nothing else implied by Bruce. While she patted the sweat from her forehead, Bruce stole glances at her curves, her neck and her hair in lightyears speed as he didn want her catching him in the act.

”Thank you. ” Melissa said as she wondered whether to return the handkerchief to him or not. Bruce caught up on her indecisiveness and helped her out. ”You can keep it. Its yours now. After all, its only just a couple thousand dollars. ”

”What? ” Melissa screamed in her head as she wondered why hed have a handkerchief that expensive and shed used it to clean her sweat.

The flirty waitress returned and this time, shed unbuttoned her shirt a step lower, highlighting her cleavage purposefully to seduce Bruce as she handed him his water and smiled openly at him not minding Melissas presence.

Melissa was annoyed, although she knew she had no right to be, but she couldn keep this to herself.

”Can I have the menu, please? ” Melissa said to the waitress who was too busy throwing herself on Bruce unapologetically.

”Yeah, sure. ” She said as she turned from Bruce and glared condescendingly at Melissa while handing her the menu.

”Ill be having a beef Tenderloin with Duchess Potatoes and white Asparagus. ” Bruce said to her as he dropped the menu in his hands.

”A salad and a chicken is fine for me. ” Melissa said, triggering a slight chuckle from the waitress who considered her to have a poor taste and average choice.

”Okay. Ill be right back. ” She said as she advanced to the kitchen outpost to relay the order.

Melissa wore a slight frown as anger from the waitress subtle remarks got to her.

”Im glad you
e here, Melissa. Im sure some guy somewhere would have preferred to be on my end of the table, but that can happen because they can afford this place. ” Bruce said fluently with a warm face as he looked at her.