My Boss' Son - Chapters 2 to 6

Chapter 2

"Shocking, diabolical behavior, Delaney." Tim rambled, pacing up and down his office. He has these fluorescent lights which really showed the lines in his forehead and around his eyes. I really wanted to say something about that, but I decided not to as I would be digging myself further into my grave.
"You were late ( don't think I didn't realize) for the third time, you've smashed about seventeen plates in the past month, and now this!" He groaned. "I'm sorry, but I am going to have to fire you!" My jaw nearly hit the floor, it was so wide open with shock.

"WHAT?" I roared, standing up from the uncomfortable wooden chair he had practically thrown me into with rage. "No, Mr. Carney, please don't fire me!"
"Look, Delaney." He said, sighing and sitting down in his comfy chair. "I mean this in the nicest way possible. But you are a pathetic excuse for a waitress. Why don't you get a job as... I don't know, a model!"

"No, sir you don't understand! If I lose this job, I lose everything! My roommate Alisha will murder me, not to mention my mother, since I would have to move back in with her and eat her overcooked chicken EVERY night! I can't buy a car so I will have to work as a bin man so I can get a ride on the back of one of the trucks, and no boy will even look at me in one of the neon orange jackets so-"
"Enough, Delaney!" Snapped Tim. "I will make a deal with you."
"Anything, sir." I begged.
"I have a son who is coming to run this place while I am out of town for a couple of months. To save him a lot of money, paying for hotels, why don't you let him stay with you. For free."

"What?" Alisha and my other friend Harry chorused, as I threw myself head first onto the sofa.
"So you are telling me, that you have invited a complete stranger into our apartment?" Alisha quizzed, as Harry shook his head.
"It was either that, or get fired." I mumbled into a cushion.
"D, think about this. This guy could be a serial ax murderer, or he could be a terrorist or drug dealer or"
"Ok, Harry, I get it." I moaned, pushing my head further into the cushion, half hoping I would suffocate myself and go into a coma right there.
"What did you even do to get into this mess??" Lisha exclaimed.
"Some idiot at table six was trying to get himself some loving in the alley. What was I meant to do? Bow down to him and say yes?"
"No, but you should have walked away." Harry said. I cursed at him under my breath.
"Same to you!" He growled. "Yes, I heard you."
"Ooopsies."

Growing up with my mother was kind of hard. That's why I was so desperate to get out. Everything was so strict, if you sat at the dinner table and spilled a tiny crumb on the table-cloth, she would be there with her duster, cleaning around you. If you went to a party that she arranged, she would have a list of things to do and exactly what time to do it.

"Cake is at 4 pm sharp!" She would shriek above the guests. "Champagne is at 4.02 pm!"
Everything in her life was perfect, except her chicken, and me. I was never good enough for her. The more she pushed me to be something I wasn't, the more I would rebel and spring back to myself like an elastic band. I'm clumsy, impatient, and not the Einstein of the family, and there's nothing she will ever do to change that!

So as soon as I could, I left, with no job, no money, but I had Alisha. She's 2 years older than me, she's a late night TV presenter on a show called 'Still Up and Running' and she has a 3 bedroom apartment. Alisha looked after me when my mother was at one of her conferences, as she only lived next door at the time, then she moved out from her parents' house and left for the city. 2 years later, here I am. She got me a job, so I could move in and pay rent, and she would go to the end of the world for me. And then I went and did this in return. What had I done?
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Chapter 3

Delaney attempts to sort out the mess she has made...
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Sorry it's so short! Chapter 4 should be longer though.
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"Mr. Carney?" I knocked on the door of the office the next morning, knowing he would be in there pretending to do paperwork.
"Ah, Delaney, come in." He said, so I opened the door and burst into conversation before even stepping in.
"Mr. Carney, look I'm terribly sorry but I don't think I can accept your son-"
"You've come at the right time." He interrupted, ignoring me altogether. "This is my son, Chris."

Without looking, I tried to speak again. "But sir, about that, I..." My voice trailed out as a tall boy, about 19, stood up to shake my hand and when I saw his casually messy brown hair, his twinkly blue eyes and his perfect features, I forgot what I was saying. For a minute, I felt like a melting ice-cube stood inside an oven. Then I realized I was gawking at him and snapped back into reality.
"I'm sorry, what was I saying?" I said to Tim, even though I was looking at the guy. "Wow, it's really warm in here, don't you think?"

"You were about to say something about my son." Tim smiled.
"Oh yeah... uh... I was... urm... just gonna see if he wanted a tour around the city." I made up, grinning proudly at my fast reaction.
"Sure, I would love that." Chris smiled. I felt like wobbling jelly now, not a melting ice-cube.
"Oh... thank you Delaney..., that's awfully kind of you." Tim said suspiciously, raising one of his eyebrows cautiously at me.
"Well, sir, that's me. Kind... and erm... single." I muttered, hoping Chris would hear me. He didn't.

"You said what?!" Harry snapped, braking the car, and pulling up on the pavement. "You've done it this time!"
"I freaked out! I didn't know what to say!" I defended, un-clipping my seat belt. It was Harry's day off as working at the music store, so he had agreed to pick me up from my meeting with my boss.
"Well for a start, you don't show a stranger around the city! Alisha is gonna be ma-ad..."

"I can't go back on my word now, so you'll just have to get over yourself Harry."
Derek sighed a long sigh. Yeah, OK, I felt like an idiot making both of my best friends mad, but I couldn't help it! Chris was like a God! A beautiful God who made me say stupid things.
"Delaney Jones, you really do need help. Why you aren't in a mental home I have no idea..." He said.
"That's not very nice..." I muttered as he started the car.
Ignoring my comment on his comment, he asked, "So when is this guy moving in?"
"Tomorrow evening." I replied blankly.
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Chapter 4

Things don't exactly go to plan on Chris's first night at Delaney's apartment.
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"D, I still think this is a stupid idea." Harry said shaking his head. He does that a lot. It makes you feel like an imbecile, but you kind of get used to it.
"Remind me why you're here again?" I asked in a high-pitched voice.
"To give you some ideas of where to take your Boss' son." Harry replied.
"Oh yeah! Will you actually do that then?" I smiled sarcastically.
"Sure." He replied.

There was a knock at the door at 5:55 pm, while I was helping Harry with the cooking. On Tuesdays, Thursdays and Fridays, Alisha does the tea-time news, so Harry (who lives in the apartment upstairs) comes and keeps me company. He's been here all day so had offered to do the cooking. Of course I said yes because I cannot cook (ironic or what? I work in a restaurant!).
"He's here!" I gasped. "Oh my god he's here! It's OK Harry act calm, don't panic!"
"Don't worry. I'll try to stay cool." Derek replied, rolling his eyes. When I answered, Chris was leaning on the door frame, one arm above him.

"Hello, Mr. Carney... junior." I said awkwardly, not really knowing how to address him. He smiled and nodded- I held onto the wall for support so I wouldn't collapse.
"Come in." I smiled back. He walked in.
"My dad's bringing my stuff. He'll be here in about 10 minutes." He explained, shoving his hands in his pockets.
"OK." I said shakily. Harry coughed- how bad is it that I had forgotten he was there? "Oh, this is my... friend. Harry Blackburn."
"Hi." Said Chris politely.
"Hi." Derek said back. There was like a minute of silence, so I decided to speak and break up the weird atmosphere.
"So... Chris. Do you like roasted chicken?" I asked.

"No, I'm all about life for the animals, actually. I have joined GreenPeace." He replied.
"...Oh.... me too. I hate eating meat." I lied, nodding my head.
"I was being sarcastic... Delaney." He laughed.
"Oh... me too..." I replied, feeling myself blush like a beetroot. I stepped back a tiny bit to lean against the wall, but I bashed into the table with the vase on it. Guess what happened next. Yep, Alisha's favorite vase wobbled, flew up into the air and went back down with a smash.
I closed my eyes, hoping that hadn't just happened. It had.
"D... you've smashed the vase." Harry stated. I opened my eyes and gave him an evil look.

"Thanks Harry for making that clear." I muttered under my breath. Chris was just watching me as I did the walk of shame to get the dustpan and brush. This was as embarrassing as the time I dropped hot coffee all over the restaurant critic.
I dropped down onto all fours and started sweeping up the glass shattering which was spread across the floor.
"Can I help?" Said Chris.

"No, I'm fine, but thank you." I smiled gratefully. Harry turned around and carried on with the cooking, while humming. That's another thing about Harry- I feel sorry for his long line of ex-girlfriends, because Harry is anything but a gentleman; he walks around like he's the king of the world, and doesn't know the work help.
"I got no oil left. I'm gonna run upstairs to get some." He said, running out of the door I had carelessly left open.
"OK." I replied blankly. I went back onto all fours to clear the rest of it up, but I felt a sharp shooting pain in my hand.
"Ouch!" I gasped, holding my hand up to look at it. I had a giant shard of glass in my hand.
Chris dropped down onto his knees.

"Ow... that's a big cut!" He gasped when he saw it. He carefully took my hand, and suddenly it didn't hurt anymore - I didn't even realize he had picked the glass out, because I was way too busy staring at his concentration. "You're going to need stitches in that."
"No!" I snapped. "I'm gonna help you bring in all your stuff- this is your first day here!"
"Don't worry about it, Delaney. You're letting me move in here- what more could I ask for? One day doesn't mean anything." Harry really needed to take a leaf out of Chris's book- I'd only known Chris two minutes and he was already acting like a gentleman!
God... he is so sweet. Sweet and hot - he's sticky toffee pudding.
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Chapter 5

Delaney and Harry have a fight....
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We left for the hospital right away. We left Harry a note, as I knew he would be back any minute.

Harry,
Gone to hospital, need stitches.
Will be back soon, let Tim in.
Delaney

"Seriously Chris, I don't think I need stitches. It's just a bit of glass. I do it at the restaurant all the time!" I said, then bit my lip. Chris gave me a weird look, then smiled.
"Really that bad huh?" He grinned. I laughed and blushed, before guiltily nodding my head.
We walked down the street, as Chris said his car was parked down there somewhere. He stopped at a bright blue convertible, and pressed the keys as the doors clicked open.

"This is your CAR?" I said, freaking out.
"Yeah!" He replied, his face lighting up.
"Oh my god!" I flapped. I jumped up and down on the spot and then I realized I was making a scene, so shut my eyes and pretended to act cool.
"Oh... yeah... sweet ride." I said smoothly.
He laughed, a real deep laugh, then said, "Well are you gonna get in? It's not just to look at you know."
He opened the door and I casually got in. Wait until Alisha heard about this.

"There you go, it's all over." Said the doctor, as I opened my eyes.
I looked at my hand- four stitches. I was still holding Chris's hand, which I had nearly squashed when I grabbed hold of it (well, it was better than screaming).
"Well, it's a good job your boyfriend brought you here!" Said the doctor, nodding to Chris."
"Oh, no we're not... together... no..." We both said, before standing up and leaving the awkward atmosphere.
When we went out through the main doors, my phone buzzed in my pocket.
"S'up?" I said casually when I tapped 'answer'.

"Please, Delaney, don't use inappropriate words when speaking to your mother."
"Oh, hi mum." I said unenthusiastically, rolling my eyes to Chris, who smiled. How smooth was this- the first time I could really impress Chris, and I smash a vase, freak out over a car, and get a phone call from my mother. God. Help. Me.
"So, Delaney, I was just wondering if I could pop around to see you in the morning for brunch."
"Well, actually mum, I-"
"Please do not tell me you are busy, I haven't seen you since you moved in with this Anna girl."
"It's Alisha mum." I groaned.
"So, I will arrive at precisely 10 o'clock." she said, before hanging up.
I pushed my mobile back into my pocket and angrily moved my hair out of my face.

"Your dad dropped off your stuff." Harry said to Chris coldly. I gave Harry a dirty look, and he just shrugged his shoulders in innocence.
"And where did you put it all?" I said, giving the biggest sarcastic smile I think I have ever made.
"In his room." He replied, narrowing his eyes and pointing to the door.
"I'll go unpack." Chris said awkwardly, walking over to where Harry was pointing.
"I'll come and help you if you want!" I smiled, batting my eyelashes.
"OK, that would be great." He smiled back.
I turned around and shot Harry the devil looks. "What the hell is your problem Harry?" I snapped, my voice lowered.

"I don't know what you are talking about." Harry said, one hand on his chest.
"Why are you being so cold? If he says something to his dad, I will get fired. Do you want that?" I growled.
"...No..." He said hesitantly. "This guy seems likes trouble."
"You don't even know him! None of us do!" I defended. "Just go, Harry."
"What?!"
"Get out. I can't believe that just because this guy is staying here FOR MY JOB, you are jealous. Get over yourself."
He stomped out, his face like thunder and slammed the door behind him. He was being so selfish, just because he was intimidated having another guy around- he was willing to put my job on the line!
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Chapter 6

Chris helps in a time of need...
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Chris heated up the chicken for us both, which Harry had left on the side. I don't feel bad for making him stomp out of here, he had it coming to him, but I feel bad that he had cooked dinner for us and didn't get any.
"My mum's coming tomorrow- can I give you a tour in the afternoon?" I asked.
"Sure- do you want me to go out or something when your mum's here?" Chris said.
"No!" I said quickly, cutting through the air with my arms. "Alisha normally helps me to keep cool- my mother does my heading! You have to help too!"

"Well, I'm sure we could slip a bit of vodka in your coffee or something." He laughed. I laughed too.
"Talking of drinking," I said, clicking my fingers and reaching into the cabinet behind me. I grabbed a bottle of Sangria, and conked it on the table. "Let's drink!"
"Oh great!" Chris grinned, rubbing his hands together. He unscrewed the bottle and tipped it into the wine glasses I put on the table. He held up his glass.
"To new things." He toasted. I clinked my glass with his and we drunk.

I woke up a 6 o'clock the next morning, and started to clean the apartment before the house inspector arrived- I'm not even joking. If she sees one speck of dust I will get a half an hour lecture. If I vacuumed, I would wake Alisha and Chris up, so I dusted all the surfaces, and plumped up the cushions, before using the glass cleaner to wipe down the mirrors. I cleared up the wine glasses and empty bottles, and emptied the dishwasher. That was then I dropped a plate on the floor.
I heard movement from Chris's room, then I heard the door open.

I bent down and picked up the chipped plate and shoved it back into the cupboard.
"Delaney..." He groaned. "What are you doing? It's 6:15."
"Sorry... I was cleaning for when my mother arrives." I whispered.
"Let me help." He said.
"No, you're the guest here." I said.
"Again, you're letting me live here. I'll do anything." He grinned.
"This was the deal. I let you live with me, or I get fired." I laughed.
"If anything, you've saved my life. If I didn't live here I would be living with my step-mum."
"Do you live with your mum?"
"Erm... no... she passed away a couple of years ago..." He mumbled, helping me finish the dishwasher.

I froze. "Oh... Jeez... Chris I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to-"
"It's fine, Laney." He smiled faintly. Laney- I like that. "Louisiana Carney was a great person!"
"Louisiana?" I repeated. "Is that who Tim- I mean Mr. Carney names the restaurant after?"
"... Um... yeah." He replied, nodding his head.
Just then, the shower started running- Alisha was up.
"OK, we can vacuum now." He said determinedly. "Where is the vacuum?"
"In that cupboard." I pointed.
"I'll vacuum, you finish dusting." He smiled. I nodded my head- that seemed ok - that way
I wouldn't knock anything off with the vacuum.
"Chris?" I said.
"Yeah?"
"Thanks."

"Hello darling!" Mother said, kissing me on each side of my cheek.
"Hey mum." I said.
"Hello Mrs. Jones." Said Alisha, taking off my mum's coat.
"Oh, hello Andrea."
"It's Alisha, mum." I said through gritted teeth.
Mum turned to Chris, who smiled politely.
"And who is this fine young man?" She said in a criticizing way.
"Hi, I'm Christopher M. Carney." He said, in a posh accent. Me and Alisha had our heads down, laughing.
"Yeah." I said through fits of giggling. "Chris is my Boss's son."
"He's staying with us for a while, while his father is out of town."
"Splendid." Said mum, before walking around the room. She spotted a picture of me and Harry on the wall, which she straightened up.

"If this your partner?" She asked.
"Um... no mum. That's Harry- I've known him since I was five. He's been to every single birthday party I've ever had. You know, he's been to our house about 50 million times!"
"Oh. I'm slightly disappointed, I have to say, Delaney." Mum huffed, her nose so far up her backside you couldn't see her face.
"And why would that be?" I sighed.
"You've never had a boyfriend that has lasted more than two weeks. When I saw this picture, I hoped you were in a real relationship with him."
"Remember Oliver? I went out with him for a year..." I defended.

Ignoring me, she carried on. "Well, you're so clumsy and careless, who would want a relationship with you anyway?"
I grabbed a fork from the table and gripped it tightly by my side. I really wanted to shove it through her brain, but I wouldn't.
"Actually, Mrs. Jones, I would." Chris broke in. Me and Alisha turned our heads to him, mouths open. "That's why I am in a relationship with her."
He shot me a look, and I nodded in return. I walked over to Chris and he put his arm around me.
"Yeah, mum, we're happy together!" I joined in. "We've been together for two months!"
"Oh really...?" Mother said, looking very offended. "Well, you've certainly surprised me!"

We sat at the table in silence, my mother glaring at Chris, who was looking very uncomfortable and shuffling in his seat. He took a large gulp of his water. Alisha just sat there tapping her foot.
"So... Christopher. Tell me this. Have you and my daughter had intercourse yet?" Said mother. I dropped my glass.
Chris spat his drink out in shock, before mumbling "Umm..." He looked to me for support.
"No, mother, we are taking things slow." I said quickly.
"Very good to know." Mother nodded.

Mother left sharply after our brunch, kissing me goodbye, nodding to Chris and ignoring 'Andrea'.
"Well, I'm going shopping." Alisha announced, as all three of us sat in shocking silence on the sofa. "I need to get some apples."
"I'm going to my room." I said shakily.
I ran to my room, tears springing in my eyes. My mother was such a b**ch and had officially embarrassed me for life. Chris was sure to think I was an idiot now.
And to make my day even better, I had to do a late shift at Louisiana's. I curled up on my bed and silently cried. I heard a knock at the bedroom door about 5 minutes later, and I pushed back my tears, took a deep breath and opened my door.
"Hey." Said Chris, resting on the door frame like he was when he first arrived.
"Hey. I'm sorry about... my mother." I said, and the tears came springing back down my face.

"Hey, hey!" He whispered softly. "Laney, don't cry, don't let her get to you."
He pulled back a strand of my hair and wiped my tears with his thumb. "I've only known you not even two days, and it feels like I've known you forever. Your mum's right. You are clumsy and careless, but that's not a bad thing! You've smashed two things in the space of 24 hours, and it's adorable."
"Thanks." I sniffled. "But I don't think it's adorable."
I whimpered, and so he pulled me into a hug, and it felt so right, so safe.
Then, he kissed me on my cheek.

"You're beautiful." He said, before kissing me again, on my forehead." You're funny." He kissed me again, on my other cheek. Then silence. He edged in and slowly kissed me again, this time on my lips.
Next thing I knew, we were full on kissing, while I was pulling him into my bedroom. He pushed me up against the wall and kissed me on my neck, my arms, then back onto my lips. I had my arms around his neck, while his hands were in my hair. The air was heavy, while we were fast breathing. He stroked his hand across my arms and twiddled his fingers in mine. A moan escaped me as he moved his hands up the back of my shirt and I felt his skin against mine.
"WHAT'S GONG ON?" Shouted a voice. We froze, and turned to look towards the door.
Harry was stood there, a shocked, angry, look on his face.
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Comments:

Mayree&Lucy - I was meaning to be sarcastic. I'll try to make it clear this time.
Thank you for the comments, I'm glad you all liked it. I will try to post more when I can.