The Assassin's Mistress (W.I.P)

Insightful Incidents

He'd met me at the bar. I sat at the counter, dazed out of my mind. Drunkenness' blurred my visions, and my thoughts morphed into one another as thoughts of my recent breakup flooded my mind. My forehead became sweaty and my heart pumped out of my chest. Though there I sat in my chair, appearing still to those around me. Staring into open space.

Suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder, "Hey..." his eyes glaring with concern. I burped softly and my eye slowly met his, thought I could not speak. He raised two fingers at the bartender and called out, "Gin-and-Tonic, and a water for her, put it on my tab." I gestured at him, implying that I didn't need his gratitude. Though he ignored my pleads and pushed a glass of water towards me. I picked it up and downed it, wiping excess water from the corners of my mouth. I couldn't help but notice that he was looking me up and down, scanning the curves of my hips in my black, satin dress. Unsettled, I adjusted myself and sat up further in my seat, trying my best to seem composed to him.

He took a sip of his drink.

"Hey, I'm..."

I looked into his eyes, waiting for him to finish. He brushed it off, scrapping the sentence like a bad idea. "Do you um... need a ride?". I nodded drunkinly. He once again gestured at the bartender, who then brought me another water. I drank it and sat for a moment. I felt a bit of consciousness returning to me. My thoughts became separate and I could hear more clearly what was going on around me. After a couple more waters, I was able to speak. Though my words slurred. I asked him, "So who are you, a nice guy who saves women at bars?", he looked at me. I got no verbal response, but his eyes did all the talking. Though annoyed, he seemed intrigued and if he were interested in hearing my plight. I straightened my back and faced him, letting out a sigh and relaxing my muscles in my chair. "My boyfriend just dumped me, after five years.". I played with my fingers, looking up to see his reaction. It had somehow slipped my mind before, how truly handsome this man was.  He was Hispanic, with brown hair, and a stubbly beard. His teeth were straight and white, and he was clad in a black and white suit that just so happened to match my dress. His build was wide and tall and his arms were thick and wide.

I regained my focus. He still looked at me, as if waiting for me to continue. I straightened my posture once again, noticing that I had slouched in my chair. "Alright... let's get you home.". So many thoughts rushed through my head and I couldn't tell if I was on the road to a new relationship, or another trauma. 

Still, I let him throw my arms over his shoulder, and let him drag me to his car, and let him put me in it, and let him drive off. His car was nice, with a sports build and a touchscreen dashboard. I couldn't make out the model, but could tell the car was newer.  We speed through the streets of NYC. I looked back out of the window of the two seater, and watched the bar grow farther and farther away in the distance. The engine roared as he sped up and flew down the street, weaving in-between cars.

I stared him down as he drove, stroking his beard slowly as he observed the road. He'd seemed like any average kids from the Bronx. Judging by his accent and his sense of the roads, I could tell that he was a local. My mind raced, where did he get all this money from?  We slowly pulled into a parking lot. 

It was adjacent to a large penthouse building that looked like something straight out of a movie. I looked up, it seemed to stretch into the sky. He opened the sky door, tugging on the folds of his blazer and walking to my side of the car. 

I quickly pushed the door open and hopped out, he'd already taken me home, he didn't need to be opening doors for me as well. As I flung open the door, I heard a thud and a grunt. I looked up and the man's face was twisted in slight discomfort. He placed his open palm over his stomach and forced his eyes closed momentarily, opening them and blinking hard at me. "Oh my god.. I'm like so sorry!", "It's fine,", he said, lifting his hand at me. I stood and closed the car door, following his lead.