Page 18 of Playing with Fire

Jaxon quickly turns his head toward me thinking his intense stare would make me back down, but it doesn't work.

I stared right back at him.

"Yeah, dipshit. My mom owns the place." he snaps. "That means I work here."

I become aware of the situation and my facial expression changes to reflect it.

Fuck.

CHAPTER SIX

Iam so screwed.

How did I overlook that he has a job here?

I neglected to consider that he works here because I was concentrating on how to retrieve some money from my wallet.

"Language Jack!" Lily reams of him.

How could you consider hiring her? He complains.

"Well, suck it up, son, she's hired." Lily counters Calmly.

"Hah!" I laughed in his face. "I'm hired." I boast.

His frown becomes more pronounced while I struggle to suppress my laughter. It seems neither can Felix. I hope you will make them team up for work! He pitches the idea.

After this comment my laughter fades and we both look at him. I notice Lily's smirking expression as my eyes land on her.

"Lily, you can't be serious about that." I begged because Felix knew exactly what to say.

"You both work on Fridays," she says.

My elbows rest against the counter as my hands shield my face while Jaxon lets out a groan of displeasure.

This cannot be happening.

Jaxon questions why he and his colleague both work shifts on Fridays. Jaxon asks.

You guys must work together now because you need to stop fighting. Both of you need to grow up.

You're almost adults. "If you stop fighting like this, I could change your workdays," she states while standing with crossed arms.

Felix starts laughing after a brief pause. He walks over to Lily and pulls her into an embrace. "I love this woman." He gets out between laughs.

I rolled my eyes at the sight of her returning his hug. Jaxon directs his attention to me while she stays occupied for now. "I'm not working with you." he sneers, glaring at me.

This only makes me more irritated. "Well, I'm not quitting." I fire back.

"Why couldn't you just work somewhere else?" he asks, walking toward me. Do you think you're so obsessed with me that you wouldn't apply for other positions?

"You wish dickhead." My mom insisted on giving me this job so don't assume I wanted to work near you.

"Whatever." He throws his head back in annoyance and moves behind the counter while brushing my shoulder as he passes me.

I silently call him an "asshole" while I start walking toward where he had come from.

Hazel grabbed her stuff and stood up. She confidently promised to organize everyone's attendance for Friday to experience this historic event.

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