Fighting for Dominance

Chapter 3~ Confrontation

Sitting on the hard-cemented sidewalk, still in shock. It all was just far too fast, like what the fudge just happened? And why is this man just standing there staring down at me smiling?  Embarrassed, I asked, “Are you going to stand there, or are you going to help me up”? 

“You ran into me. So, No.” Said, the man. Then he walked past me, opened the doors to Luigi’s and went inside.

Seriously? Oh, Hell no! So much for chickening out. I'm not concerned with finding out who this mysterious Kareem guy is now. Because now, I’m fixing to give this Asshole some manners! And walked straight into Luigi’s.

 Stopping in the doorway, looking around for the prick that is about to get an ear full. My Phone buzzes, letting me know that I received a new email. I shook off the urge to check it; it’s probably just spams anyway. Then, my eye’s locked to the target. Straight ahead, sitting at the bar. My guess, he just ordered a drink from the bartender. The bartender nods his head and takes off down the bar and starts preparing a mixed drink.

 I let my anger take over my body, and before I knew it, I was standing behind the gentleman at the bar. Breathing in, about to give him a piece of my mind. I tapped his left shoulder. Yelling at him, “You’re a real fudging piece of Shit! You could have helped me up off the ground!”

   Which caused him to turn around, the bartender along with everyone else staring at me in the process. He held up a hand to the bartender. Everyone else went back to mingling and doing their thing. When he turned to look at this crazy chick, telling him off. He sat there with a smirk across his face, as he said. “Hello KB. Never knew you were this feisty; Love!”

  Unsure if I was still fuming, or in total shock. I smacked the smirk right off his face, while saying. “Look, I don’t know who the fudge you are. Or how you even know my name! But I do know that, I came in here for an apology and to teach you some fudging manners. I’m not leaving this spot until you apologize!”

Instead of apologizing to me, he burst out laughing instead. Which only fueled my anger to the boiling point.

  “Seriously? Have you not heard a single word that I have said to you?” I yelled at him. “You owe me an apology, and I want it NOW!”

   I guess that hit a nerve because his laughing stopped before I even finished what I had to say. I couldn’t keep myself from looking directly into his eye’s. It’s like they were pulling me into the deepest part of the ocean. Drowning from the crashing of my heart against my chest. The wave of his cologne traveling to all my senses. Trying to read his facial expression. Which was unreadable.

   I expected him to yell back at me, or to say something instead of this silence. But he just sat there staring into what felt like my soul. Every hair on the back of my neck was sticking up. This sensation washed over me, instantly calming me as I traveled my eyes across his freshly shaved jawline. His lips slightly parted. If this wasn’t already awkwardly enough, it just got ten times worse. Breaking away from his hypnotic gaze, I had to remind myself why I came into this bar in the first place. I was still waiting on an apology. “Well? I’m waiting.” I said. His grin reappeared. God, what is it with this man? What is he finding so amusing about this whole situation? I asked myself.

 “I don’t owe you anything.” He finally spoke up. ” In fact, you’re the one who owes me an apology.”

“Like hell I do.” I shot back, my frustration starting to come back.

  “You see, I came into this Bar to meet with an old friend of mine. I was happy to see her standing outside this lovely Bar. That is, until she decided to stand me up. She changed her mind, wasn’t paying attention, rushing to run away, that she ran smack into me, causing herself to fall to the ground. I was going to be a gentleman and help her up off the sidewalk. instead, I was too mesmerized by her beauty, I forgot where I was at the moment. Then she spoke without any manners, and just expected me to be the nice guy. I’m the victim here, so I will sit here and wait to hear your apology.” he continued.

 Standing in front of this man completely dumbfounded. What was I supposed to say?

  “Oh, now you’re speechless?” he said as he took the mixed drink from the bartender. I watched as he took a sip of the alcoholic beverage, his Adams apple bobbing up and down. Maybe he’s right, I did try to chicken out and wasn’t thinking. So, standing him up, was precisely what I was doing. I replayed the way I would meet Kareem, over and over in my mind all day. This was not one of those scenarios I had imagined.

   I told myself, I would sneak into the Bar. Try to blend into the shadows, watch to see if anyone stuck out. Then I would have made my move. Or, I would walk into the Bar and there would be this person, waiting for me so casually. I imagined all the different possibilities of how he would look. But I never would have imagined he looked this good, to be honest. This man was definitely breathe taking.

 Jet black hair tied back into a ponytail. Dressed in a Black suit, with a silver tie. Clean-shaven, a jawline that would be perfect to run fingertips across. Broad shoulders, I bet he does some heavy work-outs. You can practically see his muscles bursting out of his suit. Tattoos barely poking out around the cuffs of his wrist. “Mm hmm… there’s no doubt he’s sleeved out.” I thought to myself, as my eye’s continued to wander. I wonder what else he’s hiding underneath.

   He cleared his throat. Shit, did he see me checking him out?I mentally slapped myself, while scolding myself at the same time. “I’m Sorry,” I spit out.

  “Apology accepted” he replied.  Cocky much?  Tired of standing here making more of a fool of myself, I walked over to one of the bar stools beside Kareem and sat down.

 Kareem raised one of his hands towards the bartender, motioning him to come here. “Another one, Sir?” the bartender asked. Looking at me, silently asking if I wanted a drink. I nodded. “Two please.”  A few moments later, he returned with two drinks in hand, sliding one to each of us.

 Taking a couple of sips, hoping to cool down some heated tension. Plus, I wasn’t feeling like talking after embarrassing myself. My phone started buzzing again, then again. Until finally, I had enough and reached into my shirt pocket and pulled it out. Three new email, notifications popped up on my screen.