The Dangerous Wealthy Punk
The Dangerous Wealthy Punk
Author: Mmesoma
Chapter One
Author: Mmesoma
last update Last Updated: 2024-10-29 19:42:56

George, a young man in his late twenties, with dark brown hair, rode fast in his bike with sweat dripping down from the corner of his face.

He just finished up with the last order of the day and his only intention now was to get his pay, go to the shop, and get a gift for his girlfriend, Georgia since it was her birthday.

A sigh of relief escaped from his mouth as he sighted the building just before him and he walked into it.

"How may I help you?" The manager twisted his face with so much disgust immediately he laid his eyes.

"I'm done with the delivery for the month and I am supposed to get my pay today." He replied

The hateful glare of the manager swept off him from his head to his toe.

"Isn't it enough that I have to take you in as a worker here, you also have to pressurize me for pay?" He hissed.

Ever since he got the job in the company. He has always been the company's thrash but that did not matter to him.

He had gotten the job three months earlier just so that he would be able to afford the necklace that Georgia had always wanted.

"But we agreed that today is supposed to be the payday in the contract." He added with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

A long hiss escaped from the mouth of the man as he drew off a few bills, grouped his drawers and threw them over to him.

It landed on the floor and even though it was disrespectful, he went for it without any complaints.

But the sour look on his face was inevitable when he noticed that his pay was almost halfway less than what he had expected.

"And what's that look for?" His boss frowned.

"I think you miscalculated. I am supposed to get forty Dollars more?"

"Well, that is the most that I can afford after having to settle everyone. You will have to make do with it."

"But I am always the one doing the hard work and even though I overstepped the hours that I am supposed to work, I have never complained."

"Hey, George. I don't have much time to argue with a punk like you. Just take it this way. You are a dog in this company. And what do dogs get? Leftovers." He added.

George thought about the necklace that he was planning to get. He had to get his complete pay to be able to afford it.

He had used all the savings to book a reservation on the beach and get a ring because he was also planning to propose to Georgia that same day.

"I need this money." He added.

"And what are you going to do? Sue me? You can barely afford a lawyer so that option is already out."

But even with all his mean words, George would not move from the point that he was standing.

"Still standing. So an ungrateful punk. You want me to take it away from you right? Don't worry. I will just get the security and tell them that you want to rob me."

Hearing that, George knew that he could certainly be in a lot more trouble if he didn't leave there at that instant.

He took off from the point and walked away. Making his way towards the bike, he sped off towards the Jewelry store to get what he wanted.

He sped off into the place and looked through the list of jewelry almost immediately.

His eyes caught up with one that lay just because of him, glittering in the sun ray that flitted through the glass.

He walked towards him as his hands caressed the glass but the tag price took him aback.

"Do you realize that you are not supposed to go close to something that you can't afford?" The spine-chilling voice from behind caught him off from what he was doing.

His eyes turned around swiftly only to meet with the hateful glares of the shop attendant.

"And what do you think that you are doing, trying to steal from the stale?" He had a strong sense of watchfulness in her eyes surveying every single outline of him.

"Steal? I'm here to get something for my girlfriend."

"And expect me to believe that someone would be unfortunate enough to pick you as a boyfriend?"

"We get a lot of you here. Always claim that they only want to get something but that's not always the case. So I advise you to leave now...'

"I didn't come here to steal." He finally cuts in

"Then I will have to keep a watchful eye on you."

With every single day swaying his feet, she followed him. His eyes caught up with the particular necklace that he wanted from her.

But the pennies in his pocket would not be able to get that no. 'I think I will just have to make do with something else. Georgia is going to understand."

He picked up the necklace and walked out of the store.

Moving closer to her apartment, the loud noise of music rose into his hearing.

He was somehow surprised because she had informed him that she would not be having any form of celebration.

Walking into the apartment, the place was flooded with a swap of her friends.

His eyes skimmed through the hall almost immediately searching for her and he found her, with a glass of wine in her hands.

He sped off towards her almost immediately and when her eyes laid on him, a scorn frown hovered on her face.

"What are you here?" She shot a scornful disagreement.

The words seemed to announce to everyone that he was around as the music blew off almost immediately and the direction of everyone moved towards them.

George could not hide the whispers and the chatters away from his eyes but his eyes were focused on Georgia.

"I'm pretty sorry that I could not get you a party again this year."

"Sorry? That's exactly what you have been saying for three years now. And you know what, I am so grateful that I have thoughtful friends that get me moving."

"I'm still sorry. And I didn't necessarily come here empty-headed. And I also reserved a place. I have a pleasant surprise for you too."

"He brought out the necklace and handed it over to her as she held it up and inspected it.

Immediately he did this everyone burst out into laughter as she threw the necklace away to the floor.

And what do you think that you are doing? Getting a dog chain? I'm a dog to you?" She frowned with another long hiss

He watched his three-month sweat tumbling on the floor almost immediately. But he knew that wasn't what he wanted.

"Sophia, Georgia's friend picked it up and spat out the price.

"Two hundred and fifty dollars. He thinks that you are a dog, dear Georgia. And he got you a dog chain." Everyone in the room burst out into laughter.

Her eyes caught up with the ring that was lying in his pocket and she picked it up.

"Oh my God. Guess your punk did just want to kill you. He is also planning to tie someone to his everlasting suffering together with him." She added.

Before he could get it away from her, he threw it away almost immediately.

"So much guts." Georgia blew a deadly hiss.

"See Georgia. I wanted to get the necklace that you wanted but I could not get the balance of thirty dollars." Everyone burst out into laughter again.

"I'm going to make it up. After the party, I have a little surprise for you. And apart from that, I promise to work hard and do better next year."

"See punk. I'm done with you and that will not be necessary anymore."

"What do you mean?" There was a puzzled look on his face.

Just then a cracking sound came from the door and a man dressed up in a luxury white suit and the most glittering sets of shoes walked into the place.

He had an average height and didn't have the build of a hunk but his confidence and looks were enough to sway any lady off their feet.

"Guess what I got you." He said, revealing the car key.

With a limp of excitement, Georgia threw her weight towards him, kissing him while George stood confused with a clinch of jealousy.

"I don't understand. What's going on here? And who is he?" His voice aired over protection.

"Who is he?" Kelvin, the new guy inquired.

"That's what I was trying to tell your broke ass. There will certainly be no next here for us because I am engaged to someone else now." She was confused, kissing Kelvin on his lips once again.

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