She pauses. "What?".
She proceeds, "what do you mean you forgot your purse!? Quit joking. Let's pay the bill and get out of here".
"I'm not playing". I show her my empty bag with only a few cosmetics inside.
Giselle places her hand onto her mouth. "You know what this fucking means?".
I gesture for the waiter to come over.
"uh..so, I forgot my purse at home. Therefore, I won't be able to pay now, maybe I can transfer the funds into your account when I get back," I say to the waiter.
"You would have to have a word with the manager," the waiter says before he leaves. After a few minutes, a middle aged, short besuited, bald man arrives.
"What's the problem? A staff complained that you have failed to pay for you bill," he says.
I explain the situation to him, hoping he would understand but instead, he begins yelling grabbing the attention of other customers.
"Please sir, keep it down". Giselle gestures. "No need to yell so loudly". Giselle looks around in embarrassment as she tries to calm the commotion.
"You will have to do labour in the kitchen!" The man scolds.
"That won't be necessary," a cool familiar voice says behind the manager. The manager moves away and that's when I see him in sight. Callan Anders is here. He takes out his wallet and hands the cash to the manager but he doesn't take it.
"You don't have to sir. These children are nuisances and shouldn't be let off easily," the manager seethes.
"No no. I insist, please take it," Callan urges.
The manager hesitates for a while before he takes it and then comannds one of the staff to escort us outside.
Giselle's heels clank against the concrete ground as we make our way back home under the moonlight.
"You humiliated me today Kash," Giselle says. "But if humiliation was out of the picture, we wouldn't be us". She side eyes me and smirks.
"I'm sorry. I'm so clumsy," I apologize.
"Nah it's okay. Wait, I thought you're not supposed to be anywhere near Callan Anders," she says.
"Yes, but intentionally. It wasn't intentional. Plus, he was the one that came forward," I respond.
"What I don't get is why he paid for our meal," Giselle wonders.
"He is a strange man. First he files a restraining order against me, and the next thing he pays for my $1000 meal," I fume.
"Ugh. Hey! Let's go to the club and get wasted," she suggests, changing the topic.
I look up. It's 7pm, I should be at home asleep.
"I don't think that would be possible. I need to be in work tomorrow. I don't think anyone would appreciate me being late or showing up half drunk," I explain.
"Come on, do you want to just close this chapter without having some fun?" Giselle tries to convince me.
"Errr fine," I give in. "Which club are we going to? The one around the corner?"
"Uh, actually Night Fusion," she responds.
Night Fusion is a new club that her sugar daddy, Norman released last month. I haven't had the chance to go there so this would be the first.
We get into a cab that takes us to our destination. A long line of people stand, awaiting to get inside but to my surprise, Giselle doesn't wait in line. She walks past everyone towards the entrance and the bouncer let's her in with no questions asked.
"Everyone here knows I'm the club owners girlfriend," she brags as the racuos music's vibrations move through our bodies.
We get into the VIP section and take a seat on the lounge chair.
She orders and after a few minutes, we get served the drinks.
Seated with her legs a fraction wide, I inadvertently catch sight of her lady bit. This isn't the first time though.
"I can see your cunt from all the way here," I enlighten catching Giselles attention. "Why don't you ever wear an underwear?
"Uh, for easier access duh" she responds like it's the most conspicuous thing ever.
"I will not ask anymore questions". I lift my hands in surrender.
Giselle and I converse as we intake liquor of all various kinds.
"Okay but like, did Charvelles husband really hit on you?" Giselle questions.
"No". I shake my head and we both giggle like crazy people. "You of all people believed that!?"
"Are you fucking kidding me? Charvelle has filed for a divorce because of your wicked ass," she chuckles.
We begin taking tequila shots when a man passes a comment about how impressed he is with the way Giselle can take those many shots.
He is tall in height. He has a Stubbled jaw and brown hair. Not going to lie, he is quite attractive. He must be somebody important seeing that he is in the VIP lounge as well.
He takes a seat next to Giselle and she turns to him.
"I watched you from the distance and I was impressed," he says.
"How long were you watching me pervert?" She playfully ask's.
He chuckles. "long enough to notice how beautiful you are," he flirts.
Giselle is taken aback. He offers to go onto the dance floor and she accepts but I whisper in her ear, "bitch, have you forgotten that you are in a relationship with Norman?"
"Relax," she whispers. "I can juggle two men at the same time". She winks at me before they both head out of the VIP lounge.
Left alone, I binge on the liquor, knowing that I won't have to pay a single dime because Giselle's sugar daddy granted her free access to liquor.
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Nobody Loved Me Like You Do
Romance"If this is some little girl crush, I am not interested". He let's go of my wrist before he proceeds, "this should be the last time I fucking see you or else I'll call the cops". Rule number one, don't fall in love with a stranger and clandestinely...
