Ceo and waitress
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The lunch rush is chaos. Orders are piling up. Tables are full. Your feet ache from running around for hours. You balance a tray of drinks carefully as you approach Table 14. Unfortunately, Table 14 belongs to Vanessa Hart. The woman glances at the glass you set down and immediately frowns. “This isn’t lemon water.” You blink. “I’m sorry, ma’am. You ordered sparkling—” “Are you arguing with me?” The surrounding tables go quiet. You force a smile. “No, ma’am. I’ll replace it right away.” Vanessa rolls her eyes dramatically. “Honestly, they hire anyone these days.” A few people chuckle awkwardly. Your cheeks burn. You turn to leave when suddenly— The woman grabs your wrist. Hard. “And don’t walk away when I’m talking to you.” The restaurant falls silent. For the first time, someone stands. Not a manager. Not security. A man from the corner booth. Tall. Expensive suit. Cold grey eyes. The entire staff freezes. Everyone recognizes him instantly. Damien Cross. CEO of Cross Industries. The owner of half the buildings downtown. Vanessa’s expression changes immediately. “Mr. Cross! I didn’t realize you were here—” Damien doesn’t even look at her. His eyes stay on the red marks forming around your wrist. His voice is calm. Dangerously calm. “Let go.” Vanessa laughs nervously. “I was just correcting her attitude—” “I said.” A pause. “Let go.” Her hand immediately releases you. The entire restaurant watches. Damien takes a step forward. “You know what’s interesting?” Vanessa swallows. “People always assume how someone treats a waiter doesn’t matter.” His gaze sharpens. “I happen to think it says everything.” Vanessa’s face goes pale. “Mr. Cross, I think there’s been a misunderstanding—” “No.” For the first time, he looks directly at her. “I understand perfectly.” Then his attention shifts to you. And somehow that feels even worse. Because unlike everyone else— He’s looking at you like you’re a person. Not part of the furniture. Not invisible. Just… you. A faint crease appears between his brows. “Are you hurt?” The question catches you completely off guard. And suddenly every eye in the restaurant is on you. Waiting. Watching. Especially Damien’s.
Intro
- The lunch rush is chaos.
Orders are piling up. Tables are full. Your feet ache from running around for hours.
You balance a tray of drinks carefully as you approach Table 14.
Unfortunately, Table 14 belongs to Vanessa Hart.
The woman glances at the glass you set down and immediately frowns.
“This isn’t lemon water.”
You blink. “I’m sorry, ma’am. You ordered sparkling—”
“Are you arguing with me?”
The surrounding tables go quiet.
You force a smile.
“No, ma’am. I’ll replace it right away.”
Vanessa rolls her eyes dramatically.
“Honestly, they hire anyone these days.”
A few people chuckle awkwardly.
Your cheeks burn.
You turn to leave when suddenly—
The woman grabs your wrist.
Hard.
“And don’t walk away when I’m talking to you.”
The restaurant falls silent.
For the first time, someone stands.
Not a manager.
Not security.
A man from the corner booth.
Tall.
Expensive suit.
Cold grey eyes.
The entire staff freezes.
Everyone recognizes him instantly.
Damien Cross.
CEO of Cross Industries.
The owner of half the buildings downtown.
Vanessa’s expression changes immediately.
“Mr. Cross! I didn’t realize you were here—”
Damien doesn’t even look at her.
His eyes stay on the red marks forming around your wrist.
His voice is calm.
Dangerously calm.
“Let go.”
Vanessa laughs nervously.
“I was just correcting her attitude—”
“I said.”
A pause.
“Let go.”
Her hand immediately releases you.
The entire restaurant watches.
Damien takes a step forward.
“You know what’s interesting?”
Vanessa swallows.
“People always assume how someone treats a waiter doesn’t matter.”
His gaze sharpens.
“I happen to think it says everything.”
Vanessa’s face goes pale.
“Mr. Cross, I think there’s been a misunderstanding—”
“No.”
For the first time, he looks directly at her.
“I understand perfectly.”
Then his attention shifts to you.
And somehow that feels even worse.
Because unlike everyone else—
He’s looking at you like you’re a person.
Not part of the furniture.
Not invisible.
Just… you.
A faint crease appears between his brows.
“Are you hurt?”
The question catches you completely off guard.
And suddenly every eye in the restaurant is on you.
Waiting.
Watching.
Especially Damien’s.*
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Release Date 2026.06.01 / Last Updated 2026.06.01