Two- Sperm Thief?
Vivian's POV
I’ve been texting with Sarah on and off all day. We were supposed to meet for drinks after my shift. I just had to let her know I’d be late.
“Get out of the car…....we’re here, Vivian,” one of the kitchen guys said, tapping the side of the van like I hadn’t noticed we’d stopped.
I shoved my phone into my pocket and stepped out. I knew today’s job wasn’t some small event. We’d been told a hundred and fifty times not to mess it up.
We were catering the whole thing. I was supposed to be a server, but they had me helping set up the glass cup tower in the hall.
So I grabbed a tray of crystal glasses and headed toward the main room. They rattled softly with each step, but I was careful.
As I approached the entrance, I saw someone ahead of me. Broad-shouldered, tall. I couldn’t see his face, just the outline of his back, sharp and expensive-looking. He moved like someone who expected the room to bend for him.
He reached for the door, and I quickened my steps, hoping to slide in behind him the tray was too heavy.
He must have heard me or felt my presence because he stopped walking and half-turned, just enough to glance over his shoulder.
Our eyes met.
He was handsome in that cruel kind of way. The kind of face that looked carved from cold stone. He looked down at me, expression unreadable.
I offered a small smile. Polite. Careful.
Someone who looked that good should at least be nice enough to hold the door open.
He didn’t smile back, he Just pushed the door open and walked through.
For a moment, I thought he was holding it for me. He was still looking in my direction after stepping inside. For one second, I believed it.
Then he let it go.
The heavy glass door swung back fast and slammed into the tray in my hands with loud bang
The tray tipped over and the glasses hit the floor, shattering like gunshots.
I froze.
The sound was loud enough to turn heads. I stared down at the mess I now owed for.
I couldn’t pay for this.
Footsteps stormed up behind me. “Vivian,” my boss snapped. “How the hell do you intend to pay for this?”
I flinched but didn’t turn around.
“You know what? This is exactly why I don’t hire people with disabilities. You just walk around like you’re stupid.”
His words hit harder than the door had. I flinched
How did my disability even come up when it wasn’t even my fault?
I wanted to scream but silence was all I had. To them, silence looked a lot like guilt.
“Clean it up,” my boss spat. “And don’t let me see your face again until service starts. Just so you know, you’re working for free tonight.”
I cleaned it up quickly, picking up the pieces of broken glass, trying to keep my hands steady but I still got sliced by a piece.
The rest of the event passed without any more disasters, though I still had to work for free to cover the cost of the broken glasses. My hand hurt under the makeshift bandage I’d wrapped around it, and my feet hurt too from the constant movement.
Once the event was close to ending, I quickly changed out of my uniform. I made a mental note to look around earlier.
The estate was beautiful. It would be a shame not to explore a little. I made my way to the garden. The flowers were perfectly trimmed. I walked for a few minutes before I heard a deep male voice.......sharp, cold, violent enough to send a chill down my spine.
“What, you think you’re something special? I don’t have the energy to deal with this shit right now. You were just a willing pussy who begged to be fucked. Now I’m done with you. Get out. And hand it over.”
Then came the sniffles, the kind that made my stomach turn.
It didn’t matter who she was. No woman deserved to be spoken to like that.
I stepped fully into view.
She was on her knees, trying to muffle her tears with a shaking hand. He towered over her, not a flicker of guilt on his disgustingly handsome face.
Then his gaze fell on me. He assessed me for a beat too long before his eyes found mine.
“Listen, I don’t know if you’re my next call, but I need to get rid of her. Come back in an hour.”
Disgusting.
I stepped forward, ignoring him completely, and helped the girl stand. I couldn’t help but notice the used condom in her hand.
He fucked her a few minutes ago and is talking to her like this.
Men.
No wonder I was probably asexual to them.
I gave her a nod toward the exit. She didn’t say anything. She just left, shoulders hunched, shame trailing behind her.
“Drop it.”
His voice boomed like thunder cracking too close to your ear.
I almost dropped my phone.
But the girl ahead of me dropped something from her fist with a muffled gasp and bolted like her life depended on it.
Then he turned back to me. His tone was sharp as glass.
“Who the hell are you?”
I opened my mouth to say my name but nothing came out. For the first time today, I was grateful I didn’t talk.
But then he started closing me into a corner.
"You won’t talk?"
His voice was low, almost amused like this was some kind of joke to him.
He was too close. I turned my face away, refusing to meet his eyes.
Then he reached out and placed a hand under my chin, forcing my face to him lifting it like he owned the right to look at me.
His eyes.
His lips.
his face.
My lips parted before I could stop them. He had deep blue eyes, tattoos peeking from the top of his shirt.
“Unless you can’t talk. When did the old man start letting mutes in his rank? but judging by how you’re dressed, you probably snuck in.”
I slapped his hand away.
He wasn’t touching me anymore, but I could still feel it, like my skin was set on fire.
He straightened to his full height, 6’5 or more. He stared down at me like he was trying to decide whether to crush me with a finger or two.
I signed fast and sharp, more forceful than necessary. But from the way his eyes narrowed, he didn’t understand a damn thing.
I pulled out my phone and typed:
"You do know it’s wrong to talk to women like that? Or do you just straight up lack manners?"
I held the screen up to his face.
He glanced at it, then smirked. "Busybody’s a terrible description to have. Mute."
I glared at him, I could feel my blood boiling
"You hate being called that," he added, shrugging. "It’s simply calling a spade a spade."
So much smug nonchalance in his voice. Like I was the problem. Like this whole scene was beneath him.
Today has already been a disaster. I'd been insulted, worked for free, nearly assaulted in a bathroom by some drunk man who was also too good looking to be real and now this misogynistic wanker was standing here trying to strip me down with his words and his goddamn eyes.
I couldn’t give him a piece of my mind the way I wanted to but my body still worked just fine.
On instinct, I raised my knee into his groin.
He doubled over with a grunt and before he could recover, I punched him in the face.
Before he could get his bearings, I turned to run, heart hammering, hand still throbbing from the punch.
But I stopped cold.
Someone else was watching.
The host.
The same man who’d stood on the stage earlier with that commanding presence and unsettling calm.
How long has he been standing there? How much had he seen?
I turned slightly, glancing at the man I’d just assaulted, but he looked fine now, like nothing had happened.
He recovered fast.
But he wasn’t even looking at me. His attention was fixed entirely on the host.
The host stepped forward, his gaze landing on me, sharp and curious.
“What’s your name?”
I pulled out my phone and typed quickly.
“Vivian Ashby.”
He read it, then hummed thoughtfully.
Then he smiled at me. It wasn’t mocking. He seemed impressed.
“You may leave,” he said, still watching me like he was tucking away a secret.
I gave a slight nod. Walking away, I looked down and noticed what the girl dropped earlier....a condom tied at the mouth. Why would she be holding onto that?
Was she trying to steal his sperm? Shit.
Now I really felt like a busybody.