love lust a billionaire
Description : Love, Lust & A Millionaire
â€œDelilah, wake up! Youâ€™re going to be late for work again.â€�
I opened my eyes. Jenny, my roommate, was staring down at me. â€œRemember what Frank said? He said heâ€™d fire you if you were late again!â€�
â€œShit.â€� I grabbed my phone from the coffee table. It was eight-thirty. Double shit. â€œWhy didnâ€™t you wake me earlier?â€� I jumped up from the couch.
â€œI did and you said you were getting up. I just got back from my run.â€�
I ran into the bathroom, dabbed some toothpaste on my toothbrush, and vigorously brushed my teeth as I ran to my bedroom, picking up yesterdayâ€™s jeans off the floor, throwing them on, and grabbing the red t-shirt that displayed â€œFrankâ€™s Dinerâ€� across my chest. After spitting in the sink and rinsing my mouth, I ran a brush through my long, brown hair and threw it up in a ponytail. Tossing my makeup in my purse, I grabbed it and flew out the door. I had exactly ten minutes to get to work. I shouldnâ€™t have been out so late last night, but it couldnâ€™t be helped. I had this perfectly timed. If I ran to work, I would make it there at exactly eight fifty-five. Five minutes early and Frank couldnâ€™t say a word to me. Five minutes to put my makeup on in the bathroom. I was notorious for being late and was put on warning more times than I could count. If I could quit, I would. But I needed this job.
As I ran past Freddieâ€™s fruit stand, Freddie yelled, â€œRunning late again, Delilah.â€�
â€œLike always, Freddie.â€� I smiled.
I looked at my watch as I opened the door to the diner. Yes! It was eight fifty-five.
â€œWeâ€™re busy, Delilah. Get moving,â€� Frank said in a harsh voice.
â€œI have five minutes until my shift starts,â€� I said...