Page 14 of Broken Daddy
Seemed she was a better actress than she’d thought.
“I’m so sorry, Vega,” she told him, trying to sound sorry. “I didn’t mean to crash into you.”
“See it doesn’t happen again.” He ran his gaze over her.
A shudder of revulsion ran through her. Why was he staring at her like that? As if he was cataloguing every inch of her?
For all she knew, he’d stepped into her path on purpose. Sucking in a breath, she gave him another smile. She knew that this smile was more wobbly, which no doubt that bastard enjoyed.
“I’m sure it won’t happen again,” she said. “In fact, I doubt we’ll run into each other. We’re hardly in the same social circle.”
“Don’t be so sure of that.” He strode past her, his shoulder knocking against her and sending a wave of pain through her arm as she stumbled back and nearly fell on her ass again.
Was he serious?
He’d just forced her to apologize for accidentally running into him and then he went and slammed into her?
What a dick.
It wasn’t until she’d reached the bus stop that she started to think about why he was in the trailer park. She knew that he didn’t live there.
Vega dressed well and drove around in a nice car. Besides, she’d lived in the trailer park for most of her life and she knew everyone here.
So what the hell was he doing here?
Devi pushed that thought from her mind. She didn’t have time to worry about fucking Vega and his threats. Climbing onto the bus, she settled in and tried to ignore her grumbling stomach.
Luckily, she still made it to her second job on time. Although Mac was a completely different boss from Aaron.
He took one look at her as she walked into the bar and pointed to a bar stool.
“Sit.”
“I’ve got to get to work. I’ve got to take over from Silla,” she protested.
“You’re fifteen minutes early,” Silla called out as she walked over to grab an order. “Sit.”
Devi sighed and sat on a stool. She actually enjoyed working here. Well, when she wasn’t so tired that she felt like passing out.
“Sandy, cook Devi something quick. She looks like she hasn’t eaten in a week,” Mac bellowed.
Sandy stuck her head out of the kitchen and glanced at her. “Girl, you look like shit.”
Wonderful. Now everyone in the bar knew that she looked terrible. Since Mac and Sandy had just yelled every word.
Devi sent Mac a look. “I’m fine.”
“Yeah? Then why is your top on inside out?”
She glanced down at herself in horror. “Shoot. I’ll be back.” Devi rushed into the bathroom to fix her T-shirt. She stared into the mirror.
“God, you really do look awful.” There were dark bags under her eyes. Her skin was pallid and her dark brown, thick hair looked lank and lifeless. Her knees and hands still ached. And now she had a bruised ass to add to the list of injuries.
Not to mention that run-in with her father made her worry about what she would be heading back into in a few hours.
Let it go, Devi.
No point worrying about it.
