"They say that you can't last a day in the real world," the woman sitting across from him spoke.
"And I say, you wouldn't survive one night in the mines," the man suddenly retorted.
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Talia White: the broken alluring beauty. Everyone sees her for h...
"Why are you two bickering?" I ask, taking a seat at the bar. We all had early shifts, so there were barely any people here. "Because, Elisha wants to go to a different club tomorrow night, instead of our club," Char scoffs, crossing her arms.
I frown in confusion. "She's just upset that her little play toy has been eyeing the brunette chick," Char rolls her eyes.
"Fuck off, that's not why," Elisha retorts.
"Elisha, just go talk to him. And plus, no one told me we were going to a club?" I spoke.
"Forgetful, are we? We're all off tomorrow night. I told you we were going to the club," Char says, taking a sip of her water. I let out an 'oh' sound, recalling the message Char left me this morning.
By the way, Char is definitely a lesbian. I remember when we were at the beach, dancing in the water, and her hands were all over my ass and breasts. I didn't mind it, because I enjoyed it.
"Whatever, you're lucky we don't have to pay for our drinks, or we would've gone to my club," Elisha scoffs, walking away. Char and I share a laugh before getting back to work once the customers start to roll in.
"Why is it so packed today?" I ask as I give another round of orders to Elisha. Char also comes with a long list of drinks, and a heavy sigh is heard from Elisha. "I know, right? I don't know what's going on," Char says, but Elisha remains silent.
"Why the fuck is it so crowded in here in the afternoon?" a voice interrupts, drawing everyone's attention.
James.
I'm still confused about the other night when he suddenly kicked me out. But I ignore it.
"Someone's grumpy," I say. "I heard that," his voice makes me jump, and I turn. I back away after my hands land on his chest. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean-" he walks away. Asshole. By the time the night rolls around, James is out of sight, which means I won't have to see his face.
Our shift ends at ten, and it's nine thirty. "We've got twenty minutes till our shift is over," I say with a wide smile, and they do the same.
"Finally," Elisha retorts.
I smile and shake my head. I bring my last rounds to the same section for the last three times; they've been a pain all night. "You have another order," Char raises her brow, and I heave a heavy sigh.
"Let me guess, whiskey with two cubes of ice?" She shakes her head and nods.
I nod and huff. Seriously, why couldn't he get someone else to bring him an order? I grab the glass that was already made from Elisha, and she rolls her eyes along with me. "That should be me," she says, and I agree. I run up the ramp, then bolt up the stairs. As I stand in front of the door, I open it.
And my eyes go wide at the sight. The sight of a woman giving James a blowjob. I freeze. I just wouldn't move no matter what. My mind is screaming for me to shut the door, but I just stand there, looking into his dark eyes. James' eyes slowly make it to mine as he sits on the couch with his arms laid out, a drink already in hand.
No emotion or sign of lust is shown in his eyes. His eyes trail down my entire frame until they go back to the woman below. "Are you just gonna stand there and look pretty, or are you gonna set down the fucking drink?" his eyes are still on the woman.
He thinks I'm pretty?
I shake off those thoughts and quickly set down the drink. As I hurry out the door, I freeze once he tells me to wait. "You're fucking useless. Get the fuck out," he says to the redhead as she walks out in shame. She doesn't even give me a look.
I feel terrible. Gosh, he's an asshole.
"You don't have to be so mean, you know?" I mutter, but I realize I said it out loud.
His eyes snap to mine. "I'm not being mean. She can't suck dick to save her life," he groans, gulping down the whiskey. I shake my head at his words and cross my arms. "I brought you your drink. Can I please leave? My shift ended..." I look at my watch.
"Four minutes ago," I finish. He stands, now standing in front of me, inches away.
"You know, you were the one who chose to stand there for about..." he looks at his watch, fancier and more expensive than mine. "Two minutes, staring at me while I was getting the worst fucking blowjob ever when you could've set the drink down and gone about your lovely day," he finishes.
"So forgive me, darling,"
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After the unexpected day I had, I felt like my world was slowly coming back together. I sat here staring here in front of Christopher as he happily ate his dinner, after announcing the sudden news to me. I felt like crying, I felt like screaming at the top of my lungs; all my prayers and wishes had finally come to the surface. Chris had just told me he was going on a three-month trip to Australia with his family. Both of his parents were born there, and two of his siblings were also. He was born in America, but he visited Australia a lot.
It was for his parents' anniversary. At first, it was just for two weeks, but they extended it. I know this is wrong to say, but I was fucking ecstatic. I was actually happy that his parents didn't like me because they didn't think twice about not inviting me. God, I was thankful. I would have three months to myself, three months without being screamed at or... you know. Three months away from him.
"I'm sorry you can't tag along. It's a family trip, and my mother just wants the five of us," he takes a sip of his coffee.
I shake off my thoughts and put on a smile. This time the smile wasn't fake. "It's fine. I completely understand," I say, taking a bite of my chicken. "So, when do you guys leave again?" I ask.
"Morning. I'll be out of here by the time you get up for work," he says, taking a stand. Before he puts his plate into the sink, he places a kiss onto my forehead.
