Page 115 of Saved By A Dark Billionaire
"Are you looking for a job?"He had asked me.
"Yes, I am," I answered cautiously.
"Perfect, you start here tomorrow," he told me,going back into the tattoo shop I'm almost certain I'm not even allowed inside of. I didn't say anything, allowing myself to have the small victory of finding a job. I guess we'll have to see how it goes.
A hopeful, Past You
I smiled, imagining the same large man from her picture randomly telling her she got a job she didn't even apply for. This must be around the time she starts to get tattoos. I wonder which one she got first?
Dear future me,
Joe is the man's name who gave us the job yesterday. He said we look too nice to be greeting people, so he placed me in the back, helping clean and sanitize everything.
Joe is a big guy with many tattoos himself. He does nice work on everyone, but they complain because it isn't exactly what they asked for. Joe makes it better, so much better. He gives them what they want in a better way and they should honestly be grateful. I watched him work on a lot of people today. There were some crazy tattoo ideas and some very emotional ones as well. Joe did both jobs with the same seriousness.
I like the place. They play good music, the people all look intimidating, but are all very nice. Besides, I like getting to see how tattoos are done. I liked watching someone's skin come to life with ink. I wonder if I could get one too. It would be nice. I'd let Joe do mine. I like his work the best, even if it isn't exactly what you asked for.
Joe was annoyed with me a lot of the time. He scolded me when I did something wrong, taking it and doing it for me. I will learn, and I'll get better. I don't like doing a bad job on anything. I'll impress Joe.
A determined, Past You
P.S. Still no word from Ian. Hopefully, soon.
I loved having that picture of Joe now. It was nice to have an image to go along with the man she wrote about. I found myself almost laughing, picturing Rose in there working. I think I like this Joe already. I think I see what happened with Ian now too. He ghosted my sweet Rose. Fucking asshole. How dare he worm his way into her heart and then rip it out when he moved?
He could volunteer in all the non-profit organizations and be the nicest guy on the planet. I still wouldn't like him for hurting my Rose. I hope Rose feels the same way. Would she give him the time of day if he popped up in her life again? I would hope not, but I wouldn't stop her if she did. It's her life and if she wants to reconnect with him as a friend, then I'll bite my tongue.
Lucas:I think you forgot to say ex-boss in your description of Joe.
Rose:Oh God, you're already there?
Lucas:I'm determined to read my journals before you graduate. Trying to get through your high school years by the end of this semester.
Rose:Don't judge me too much. I'm over here blushing.
She sent me a picture of herself, with her cheeks prominently tinted a rosy red. She is so beautiful, especially when she blushes.
Lucas:I don't judge, babe. I only tease ;)
Rose:I know you do. I'm still sore from your teasing :p
The reminder of what we'd done before I left rushed all the blood straight to my dick.
Lucas:You'll be sore again when I see you, Rose. There's no getting away from it.
Rose:I can't wait.
I can't wait either.
Olive's P.O.V.
After talking with Joe for most of the afternoon. I decided to head to the bookstore. The one, according to Joe, dad's girlfriend works at. He told me her name and described her in Joe-terms to me yesterday.
"Blank skin, very plain. She's got a long neck that could use some free birds. Dark hair, and a round face that screams innocence. She's young too." He told me.
So now here I am, stepping inside some book shop to spy on dad's girlfriend. I wonder if she even knows about me? Has she seen any pictures of me? I know there is only one hanging on our wall. Any pictures with mom had been burned away when I turned 12, leaving one hanging frame of me when I was a baby, sporting a big toothless grin. I don't think she'd be able to recognize me from that picture, even if she had seen it.
I grabbed a book off a display table, flipping it and looking interested in it as I eyed the dark haired woman behind the counter. Her name was Daisy, according to the name tag. She had a round face, a long neck, and dark hair. So it's gotta be her right? I continued to walk around the store, looking at her through the shelves or past books. I hid in an aisle with my head peeking out to watch her. She would rub the small bump on her stomach every now and again, letting me know she was pregnant.This must be her.Joe wasn't kidding. She looked young. Probably around my age. That's so fucking gross.Why would she be with dad?
