Bedding My Vampire Mate

At the cafe, the first thing Joanna did on entering was to search for him.

For some reason, she was so happy when she didn't see him after scanning the place for him.

"Are you gonna stand there spacing out all day?" A lady's stern voice impeded Joanna's thought.

Joanna refused to get provoked by the lady's words. She sauntered to the counter without paying much attention to the customers sitting at their various tables.

"I would have still gotten here even though you didn't say it," Joanna retorted when she reached the counter.

Amelia watched as the smiling lady strode toward the employee's locker room. She spun and glanced at Leah by her side when Joanna was gone.

"Why does she always sound hostile whenever she speaks to me?" Amelia demanded seriously.

"You are not the only one she talked to this way, I am not an exception neither is Mrs Parker. Joanna has been getting very sensitive ever since she got sick," Leah said. There was a bit of sadness in her eyes as she spoke.

"She is sick?" Amelia inquired with a dropped mouth. She swivelled and looked at the door Joanna ambled into not long ago.

"What is she diagnosed with?" Amelia quizzed as she moved her gaze back to the lady by her side.

"I don't know. Mrs Parker just said she is seriously sick so I would very much appreciate it if you don't take things she says or do to heart," Leah implored on Joanna's behalf.

"Ooh… so it was my Auntie who said so?" Amelia interrogated, not sounding moved by Leah's words at all.

Leah affirmed with a nod of the head. "I have been trying to care more about her after I learned about this," Leah amplified.

Amelia strode two steps away and turned her back on Leah. "If it's my Auntie who said it then I guess she must be very sick," Amelia said grinning.

[I wonder why Auntie would cause such a misunderstanding when we both know what is wrong with Joanna?]

Amelia was in a daze as she stood there.

Not long after Joanna soon comes out of the locker room to join the two ladies at the counter.

Joanna happily worked and strived not to get affected by the presence of the lady she hates.

She knew getting worked up every single time she sets eyes on the lady would not do her any good.

Whether or not she likes it, she is gonna keep seeing the lady's face for five days. It would only be a waste of her precious time if she keeps getting angry.

Joanna kept on this mindset for three hours until Amos entered the cafe. His arrival didn't go down well with Joanna and her expression indicated it.

"Here I thought he had a bit of conscience left in him but I guess I was wrong," Joanna muttered, her murderous glares directed at the two people talking at a corner in the room.

"Joanna," Leah cried out. Despite Joanna standing beside her, her lack of response made Leah know she didn't hear her.

"Girl, will you let go of that or you are goanna injure yourself with that," Leah said but this time around she hits Joanna to get her attention.

Joanna's grip around the steaming jug of water loosened the moment Leah touched her.

"You were doing very well so what has come over you now? Where is your mind at?" Leah chastised.

"Also, will you only get back to your senses if you sustained a bad injury…,"

"You are not my mother nor my father so stop lecturing me ok?" Joanna snarled.

Leah was a bit taken aback by Joanna's response. She couldn't see anything wrong with what she said to make her this furious.

"You…,"

"A cup of coffee please," A customer called out to them before Leah had the opportunity to give Joanna a piece of her mind.

"Coming," Joanna responded to the call. While Leah prepared the coffee Joanna waited for it to be ready so she could go deliver the customer's order.

After the order was ready she moved toward the table which happens to be closer to Amos and Amelia's table.

Even though she didn't want to see what they were doing and heard what they were talking about she had no choice with how obvious and loud Amelia was.

Joanna's grip on the white tray tightened the moment she got closer and saw that Amelia's right hand was on Amos' hand.

She was so distracted and didn't even know when she got to the customer's table.

"Fuck you!" Joanna muttered under her breath as she took out the cup of coffee from the tray and bent to drop it on the table.

"I beg your pardon," The customer remarked with raised eyebrows as she stared at Joanna.

Joanna, who didn't even realize that she said those words, was surprised to see the customer's angry look.

"Did you just say fuck me? Is that how you treat customers?" The lady demanded in annoyance.

"It's a misunderstanding Madam. I wasn't talking to you. I am sorry about that, Madam," Joanna apologised without any argument knowing too well that she was the one at fault.

Thank goodness the customer was a cool-headed person and because of this, the issue didn't escalate.

"Amos, look at this, what did you say I need to do again to get the right figures?" Amelia said to the guy whose gaze was on Joanna.

"Are you listening to me?" Amelia asked the guy who was acting as though she didn't exist.

Despite that she tried to call his attention twice Amos didn't respond. He only returned his gaze to the laptop in front of him when he noticed that Joana wanted to return to the counter.

"I have told you that getting the figures right is simple. You just need to…," Amos paused after Joanna walked past them.

Reaching the counter Joanna dropped the tray on the inner table and turned to look at the cafe which had just the right number of customers.

"Miss Amelia is very polite, intelligent and respectful. She is just like Mrs Parker. I guess these qualities run in the blood," Leah complimented while smiling.

She tilted her head slightly so that she was facing Joanna. "Don't you agree with me that she and Amos look perfect together?" Leah asked ignorantly.

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A/N:

Hello lovely readers, if you will be available to retrieve the coin code here on Sunday 25 September 2022, please comment so that I will know that you all are ready for this.

Thank you as you make things easier for your poor author.