Chapter 12

**Alyssia**

*When did this become a good idea?* I groan mentally to myself, having walked into Little Italy around 3 in the afternoon and figured working an early to late dinner rush would be great as many of the waitresses who had worked there, had said it was the best time to work as the tips were always amazing.

*Oh wait, it became a good idea when I decided not to finish classes today, thankfully Annabel agreed to skip classes too as she was worried about me all thanks to Brian, as the asshole decided to show up during lunch and all but lay claim to me once more, but luckily I had Annabel so he wasn’t that rough with me like he had been that morning*, sighing, my hands move to smooth out the wrinkles of my uniform.

Pushing away my thoughts from today aside I move to inspect my appearance, my long red hair tied neatly behind my head in a high top ponytail as I move to fix to my blouse for when working at Little Italy one was made to wear a white blouse and black bottoms along with a black shoe and while I hated wearing tennis shoes everyday, I on the other hand would often opt out for black flats or a small kitten heel when working as I always wore some type of bootcut pant or skirt and today I decided on a skirt with a pair of black kitten heels.

*Perfect*, I smile satisfied with my outfit for the evening as I move to find Annabel, Annabel standing by the front counter as she greets guests.

“Hello and Welcome to Little Italy, how may we help you” greets Annabel, her voice cheerful as she moves to greet two men. Her petite 5 '5 curvy body was always the life of the party even while working as men always seemed to have a thing for girls with curves to them.

“Hello Beautiful” replies one of the men, the man who spoke standing at 6’3 with an athletic frame, his red hair and amber color eyes alluring, his body dressed in a white dress shirt that was tucked neatly into the waistband of his black pants and if I wasn’t already so captivated I would have almost missed the guy standing next to him only to gasp as I see who it is.

“Daddy?” I whisper, having yet to approach them as the one guy next to my daddy was all but flirting with Annabel who surprisingly was flirting right back with him.

“My aren’t you a charmer” giggles Annabel as it was well known between the two of us that Annabel had a thing for older men, much older men and while she was only a year older than me Annabel had yet to find the right man for her.

“I can do better than be a charmer, I can make you my Princess” purrs the man as he moves to lean forward, his elbows resting on the counter as he moves to lean in closer, Annabel stepping slightly back so as not to be too close to him, yet.

Watching the playful banter, I can’t help but giggle as Daddy rolled his eyes before yanking his friend back. “Will you stop, you’ll get us kicked out if you keep that up” scolds Zac to his friend only to hear me giggle, drawing his attention over to me which causes me to pause. *Fuck, he wasn’t supposed to see me.*

With eyes now locked I all but have no choice but to move closer to them as I move to greet them as well. “Table for two?” I ask, attempting to stay neutral as daddy’s friend moves to look at me, my body now tense as both males study my frame.

Smiling, the man moves to speak, “Yes, table for two Princess.”

Nodding, I move to lead them over to a table, daddy growling softly as his friend called me Princess, my core tingling at knowing he cared. *Maybe.. Just maybe there is someone who wants me and only me*, I muse my hand gesturing to the table meant for two as I move to lay down menus.

“Anything I can get for you as you look over the menus?” I ask, hoping to stay professional as I did.

“Mmm, I’ll have a bourbon” says daddy’s friend as my eyes then move over to Zac, my teacher and current love interest. “And for you?” I ask.

“I’ll have a whiskey sweetheart” replies Zac, his eyes now locked with mine as he silently stares his eyes roaming slowly along my face and neck only to frown when he spots the bruise from Brian’s handprint during lunch when he had forcefully grabbed my chin with his hand.

Standing, Zac all but moves directly in front of me, his hand gently cupping my jaw with his hand as his eyes move to search mine. “Who?”

Unsure of how to answer him I moved to bite my lip ignoring the fact that Annabel or daddy’s friend was watching us. “N-No one” I whisper, my submissive side fighting for control, the urge to tell him who it truly was, overpowering everything else.

Frowning, Zac moved to lean closer, his forehead now touching mine as he still continued to hold my face. “Don’t lie to me, little girl… You won’t like it when daddy finds out” whispers Zac, low enough for only me to hear him as my body shivers.

Biting my lip I fight to stay in control, not wanting to bring school drama into work drama. “Please… I really should get those drinks, sorry” then before he could reply back to me do I quickly move to pull away my body now hurrying to fill the two drink orders, Zac sighing as he moves to sit down.

“Is she yours?” Sam asks his friend, his eyes arched.

Groaning softly, Zac moved to nod, “she’s a student in my class, I ran into her the night before while drinking in a bar, she had looked like she was crying over something” explains Zac hoping his friend wouldn’t ask any more questions.

“Did you bang her?” asks Sam again, the need to know rising.

Sighing, Zac only nods again, “Yea, but fuck… she felt so fucking good, the way she calls me daddy and submits so perfectly how can I not fuck her.”

“Mmm, well you know what they say about submissives right, those who find their subs are instantly bonded and the fact she let you fuck her just after meeting means she clearly has a thing for you too” replies Sam his eyes now back on Annabel who was currently talking to Alyssia as she went to fetch the drinks.

“Thanks man, real helpful” groans Zac, a hand moving to play with his lush blonde hair as if combing it back.

“Anytime” chuckles Sam just as Alyssia moves to return with the drinks.

“Okay, here we are, one whiskey for Mr. Hunter and a bourbon for -” I pause, now realizing I didn’t know who the other guy was.

“Please, call me Sam, Sam Riley” replies Sam with a smile, nodding as I put down the drink.

“Of course and one bourbon for Mr. Riley” I finish, before moving to stand. “Now is there anything else I can get for you or would you like some time to look over the menu?”

“A little time please” smiles Sam, causing me to smile as I move to give them space, Annabel already curious as to how I knew Zac.

*And so it begins*, I groan once far enough away that I knew they wouldn’t hear as I moved to speak with Annabel.