The mysterious bartender

Chapter 1

I woke up. My eyes adjusted to the light. It was bright in my room. I forgot to close the window so I felt a gust of wind over my body. Trying to escape the wind I snuggled deeper into the duvet and lay a few more minutes in my comfy bed. I crawled out of bed and went to the bathroom. Shortly after I went into my kitchen. Reading the local newspaper I thought about what I should do today. It's my free day so I don't have to work. I might ask my friend Jolene to go out maybe club a little bit. To be honest, this week was horrible. I work at the club in a not-so-common district so we often haven't that many customers. My boss stressed me out like never before and fired one of my coworkers, which left me in high anxiety about maybe being also fired. He's a homophobic ass and heard about my breakup with my girlfriend a few months ago. Since then he doesn't like me and disadvantages me every time he can. I wasn't in a relationship after her, as the breakup broke me. Through the help of my friends I'm now healed and completely over her.

"Shit" I mumbled. Lost in my thoughts I forgot my coffee and now it's cold. I decided to call Jolene and ask her if she wants to meet me in a Café not far away from my house to eat breakfast. She agreed and we agreed to meet in 30 minutes. So I quickly jumped under the shower, did my makeup, and dressed. Punctual I got to the Café. We ate some bagels, drank coffee, and talked about our plans for later.

After we got ready at my house for our chosen club tonight we called a cab. The drive wasn't that long maybe 15 minutes. Quickly we paid the driver and went into the club.

Looking around I saw many people dancing and drinking. I decided to not drink that much today and keep it chilled.
The bartenders all were friendly and I chatted a bit with them since I lost Jolene. I was a bit concerned about her so I started searching. In a corner making out with a random dude I found her. After asking if she is ok she told me that everything is fine and I wouldn't have to wait for her to drive back to our homes.

A little bit sad, but happy for her, I went to the bar. I ordered another drink while not paying attention to who was making it.

"Here you go" an incredibly attractive voice said to me in an Australian accent. I looked up and stared into some ocean blue orbs.
"Are you ok ?" she asked. Shit, I must have been lost in my thoughts and stared at her some longer time. At that time I was pretty drunk and emotionally down and started crying. I didn't know why, but that question I haven't been asked in a long time.
"Oh honey don't cry" she said in a concerned way. I felt butterflies in my stomach. Did she call me honey? Shortly afterward I spoke and told her everything. I'm not that kind of person, but with her, I immediately felt safe or it was the alcohol. She quit while I told her almost my whole life story. I stopped and realized that I don't even know the name of that woman, who's been hearing my problems for the last 30 minutes.
"Yup pretty fucked up life I'm living right now. I have told you almost my whole life story and don't even ask if you want to hear my bullshit. I'm so sorry". I said while I stood up from the chair. I felt a hand brushing over my arm and finding a tight grip around my wrist.
"Wait stay, now I'm interested in you," she said in a caring tone which made me feel safe. She came around the counter and sat directly beside me. I looked around and the club wasn't that stuffed anymore. I haven't even noticed all these people going away while I have talked to her.

"So who's the name of this beauty besides me" she started a new conversation. I blushed and just hoped she wouldn't see it. "Uhm y/n, y/n y/l/n" I mumbled.
"Don't get shy now honey. A few minutes ago you told me your life story" She chuckled. "A very beautiful name" she said smiling.
"Thanks, what's your name mysterious bartender" I said with a smirk applying on my face.
"Lou Miller my name. I own this bar and just help out if it's busy".

Drink after drink I got more typisier, but the multiple vodka shots she drank didn't make much to her. Our conversation went on and I placed my hand on her thigh not really high but still on her thigh. I wanted to know how she would react and applied some more pressure as soon as I heard a breath heavier than before I knew it was enough and lose my grip.
"Oh babe you don't know who's in charge, do you ?" She said in a husky voice and grabbed my hand to put back on my thigh and hers higher up. Letting out a deeper breath than her, her cold rings and bracelets were pretty refreshing for my sweaty body. She just went on with the conversation as if nothing happened and let her hand sit on my thigh.

I don't for how long we talked but looking at her hands and saw the time it was already 2 in the morning.
"It's 2 am I should go home now" I somehow out into word, as that woman made me speak less and hopped off my seat and started walking towards the exit.
"Hey, I can't let you go home alone in that state. Do you allow me to take you to mine " she answered.
"If you-"
"Yes, I need to, cause otherwise, I would feel guilty if something happened or whatever. Just come, you drunk and you will not even find the way. I just need to write a message to my workers to close later quickly" she said in a raised voice so I walked behind her in the parking lot.
"Wanna take a ride on my other beauty?" she asked in a happy tone like a toddler would if you have them sweets and revealed her motorcycle. I was kinda scared but nodded, put on the helmet she handed me, and hopped on after her.
"Hold on tight" she kinda commands so I did.
"Please be careful" I said almost begging.
"I am always, so can we start?" she answered in a caring tone, which made me feel safe and secure. I agreed and put my arms around her waist and hold on tight as a sign that she could start. The noise of the engine starting made me slide closer to her. I sensed the smirk through her helmet. The first few minutes were kinda scary, but I got more and more comfortable because she is a safe driver at least with me on her motorcycle. Not even 15 minutes away from her club she lives in an I would say loft.

„So here we are, at my lovely home" she chuckled while opening the door. It looked clean and nice so I followed her into the kitchen where she gave me some water.
"Do you have any other people living here? " I asked with an intention she wouldn't hopefully figure out quickly.
"No, just me and my friends, who often come over-" "ok good" I cut her off, putting down the glass and leaning in for a kiss. She figured it out quicker than expected and turned her face away so I kissed her cheek.
"Ok, babe I'm gonna take you upstairs to my guest room and where you should get some rest" she just played it over like nothing and took me upstairs to the guest room. She lay me on the bed still with my party outfit on so I complained and she quickly grabbed sweatpants and a wide shirt from her room and got back. She said she wouldn't change me so I stripped right in front of her. I think she enjoyed the little show. She tucked me under the duvet and while I tried again to kiss her, she only let me kiss her cheek again. I groaned in disappointment, which she heard.
"Hey, not now. You are drunk and I can't morally fuck now. If you want to we can delay it to tomorrow" she again had that smirk on her face, but this time in a dirtier way. I smiled, and she kissed my forehead. On her way out she switched the lights off. Quickly I dozed off to sleep thinking about her, her voice, her smile, her smirk, her everything.

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So that's the first chapter girls, gays, theys, and whoever reads this. So I have to say this is my first ever story and English isn't my first language so don't call me out on the multiple mistakes I made and will make. Enjoy the story and if you have any ideas feel free to write me. My insta DMs are always open for y'all
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