Chapter 9.

**Alex’s POV.**

“I am Alex fucking O’Connell, my father owns fucking shares in this restaurant, why the hell would I need a Goddamn reservation?”, I banged my first on the counter angrily, I had never made reservations to any restaurant before and I was not going to start today, I am going to have my date here, whether the hot as fuck waitress liked it or not,

“I am sorry Mr. O’Connell, but everywhere is occupied”, she tried to explain, but I was having none of it,

“What do you mean by occupied? Where the fuck is your boss?”, by now, the attention of the whole restaurant was on me, but I could not care less, no one was about to ruin this perfect night for me.

I felt a soft hand wrap around my hand, “Alex, its okay for us to go somewhere else”, I looked down at her, she looked so nervous and embarrassed; was I the cause of this? She probably wasn’t used to the attention.

I was about to reply her when a man came rushing in, “Do we have a problem here?”, he asked the waitress who shook her head quickly- lying slut. He turned to me and his eyes widened in surprise, “Mr. O’Connell…”,

“Henshaw”, I nod my head at the man, “I believe you need to give your staff a detailed explanation to know who is important and who is not”, I tilted my head to the side, purposely sizing the impeccably short man up,

“I am incredibly sorry about that, she is new here”, he apologized quickly, “I will escort you to a private table upstairs”. I knew there were still tables unused; I have been here enough times to know that but, the private lounge was strictly for the very important people; share owners, actors, musicians and not just rich people who got lucky or something.

“I thought you said there were no more tables”, I know she was just doing her job but it was okay to be petty once in a while, and if it meant that I’d get the chance to stare at those pretty tits for a second longer; no problem.

But what the fuck was my problem?! I really am a man whore; here I was with the girl that I had actually seen in my wet dreams more than five times and yet, I was still checking another girl out.

“I am sorry Mr. O’Connell”, she said shyly, but her eyes were anything but shy. I could tell that she wanted me, she was flirting with me and giving me that bold ‘I want to fuck you’ look. I had seen that look so many times, I had lost count and usually my cock would had sprung to action, but this time, it didn’t even stir. Was I broken? Should I be worried? Was it ready to give up on its pussy adventure?

All of my questions vanished once I got a good look at Tessa’s ass once again, my cock did more than stirring, I almost had a full blown hard-on in the middle of the restaurant. “Excuse me Henshaw”, I call for his attention,

“Yes, Mr. O’Connell”, I could tell the man was tensed up, just how I liked it. I could gladly admit that I was acting a bit like my older step-brother tonight but everything was all in the name of pleasing Tessa.

“I want to use the bathroom quickly”, to adjust my dick, “Would you please take my date to our table”, he nodded his head and I leaned down to give her a quick kiss on the cheek, “I would catch up”, I whispered into her ear and took off to the bathroom. Somehow, my dick was just growing bigger.

**Tessa’s POV.**

After Alex hurried off to the toilet, I was taken through a case of stairs by the man- Henshaw, who was the boss of this over the top establishment. He was extremely silent and robotic, like how boring could a person really be? So boring that I would practically die of boredom if I was stuck in the same room with him for an hour.

Once we made our way upstairs, I could tell why Alex had picked out this restaurant and was persistent on having us dine here. The whole room had the kind of vibe he flowed with, the atmosphere was extremely romantic and it felt like I was in his bedroom once again. It was dark with only candles and dimmed out chandeliers giving it its only source of lighting.

Compared to the ground floor, this level only had six tables spread out on the wide floors, every table having its own compartment for privacy.

“This way miss”, he directed me to the table farthest to the full length window, the view from up here was absolutely stunning, I could see every light from every building and every street light that brightened up the streets. The moon had chosen the perfect day to shine its full light, it was absolutely glamorous.

“Thank you, it is beautiful”, I smiled at him and sat on the chair, for leather seats, they were incredibly soft, completely butt approved.

“Would you like to start off with anything before Mr. O’Connell arrives?”, does he not feel pains having his hands behind his back at all times? It seems like a punishment, “Miss?”, his voice increases and snaps me out of my thoughts,

“No, I will wait”, mostly because the whole menu was written in French and I did not know the language to save my life even though my mother’s father, or my maternal grandfather was French. I do know how to speak fluent Spanish though, my Paternal grandfather was from Ecuador, they both got married to Americans somehow and started a life here. I never got to learn French because my mother never thought me, she never had that much time to spare on me.

Just mere thinking about my mother was enough to make my mood bad, so I decided that I won’t waste what was meant a good night thinking about her or stressing over what she did and what she is yet today. Tonight, was not about my mother, it was about me and I was going to own it, I would not let the thoughts of my bitch of a mother spoil my night with the guy I like.

I looked up when I heard footsteps approaching, “You’re done in the bathroom”, I smile at him, he looked flushed, was it a number two that he had to take care off?

“Yes”, his eyes darted away from me for a split second, “You did not order anything?”, he picked up his menu and called for the waiter,

“Well, I don’t speak French or read it and It would be rude to start our date without you”, I shrugged. He gave me a small smile and flipped the menu open,

“Are you allergic to anything?”, he asked me as he scanned through it, I shook my head no, thanking my starts that I was one of the few people who had no allergies what so ever, I just didn’t like some certain foods. He spoke to the waiter in French, it was so sexy on him, I fancied a guy who was good with languages other than English, I found it extremely hot. “I ordered you Ratatouille”, I almost burst into a fit of laughter after the absurd thought that a rat was probably cooking the dish crossed my mind, I watch way too many cartoons for my own good.

“Fantastic”, it would be nice to try something I had heard about in a children’s movie,

“Wine?”, he almost poured the wine into my glass, but I stopped him before he could,

“No, I don’t drink, I am underaged, remember? Seventeen?”,

“Well, technically, I am also underaged. The legal age is twenty-one after all”, he said as he poured the wine in his cup.

“I have had wine before, I stole some from my dad’s bar but it tasted horrid”, I almost hurled thinking about my encounter with that dreadful bottle of wine, how do people even drink that shit? It’s horrible.

“It depends on the wine”, he took a sip out of his cup and shrugged, I scrunched up my face at the way he threw it back, like the bitter taste didn’t affect him in any way. Why was I so surprised? He was a rich kid, he had probably been drinking wine since he hit puberty. I am sure he got trained on things like that.