I Hate That I Loved You!

27- YOU!!

At 6 Barrel Bar and Club:

As soon as Francesco entered the bar, the sound of smooth jazz rang in his ears.

The lights were dim.

The ambiance was beautiful and classy.

The atmosphere was upbeat and relaxed.

Few high society elites men were drinking expensive whiskey sitting leisurely on the red sofas.

Sound of laughters, cheers and glass clanking spread across the lounge.

Next to them were beautiful high society's socialites dressed in their designer luxury wear with heavy makeup and expensive diamonds.

At one of the corners, there were few men and women, were having drinks and flirting with each other.

Some of them boldly touched women's thighs and stroked them.
Women responded with a blush and flirted back.

Few were on the dance floor, enthusiastically swaying their bodies and enjoying the music.

Server girls dressed up in tight sexy uniform and thick makeup served drinks and food to the different tables.

Some of them making their way towards the private rooms carrying food and drinks in a trolley.

Indeed 6 Barrel Club was packed with people worth more than millions of dollars.

Francesco, like Zain, prefers a private room. But as he was alone for a while, he decided to visit the main Bar lounge and have a couple of drinks.

Maybe he will find somebody to get laid after a hectic week.

Wearing striped grey expensive body fitting suit and neatly gelled hair, Francesco walked towards the bar section.

His attractive physique with toned muscles, vibrant personality, and handsome Greek-god like face having a devilish smirk, garnered lots of attention from the socialites.

He was undoubtedly the most handsome man in the room.

As soon as Francesco's looked around the room, his eyes met one of the socialites who was stripping him in her mind.

Suddenly Francesco winked at her and she felt her panties drop.

She blushed and turned away.

Few squealed in excitement on his bold wink, thinking of him as a new boy toy, whom they can take home. Unaware of the fact that the man in front of them was far from their reach and not some ordinary boy toy.

Many eyes turned towards him like a hunter watching its prey. Some were gossiping and stealing glances at him.

Francesco observed around the room once again and sighed.

None of them were attractive enough for his eyes. 

What with this 5 kgs of thick makeup!

He sat on the barstool and called the bartender "The Balvenie, single malt, on the rocks, please."

"Sure Sir. Right away" Bartender bowed in respect and quickly went to get his drink.

Feeling bored, Francesco took out his mobile phone and dropped a message to Zain.

[Not a single good catch! ☹]

He instantly got a response from Zain

Zain: [Go n have fun. Find a girl. There are plenty.]

Francesco sighed and typed.

[It's boring here. Nothing is catching my eyes. All here have heavy makeup face which makes me puke.]

Meanwhile, Bartender placed his glass of scotch on the rocks in front of him.

Francesco thanked him and took a sip. His phone lit up.

Zain: [Why bother that much? Anyhooo you gonna spend one night as always! 🧐]

Ouch! Burned!

Francesco rolled his eyes. What does he think of me? Do I look like a lothario to him?

He clenched his jaw and sent a quick response.

[Fuck Off🤬. Focus on your date.]

Couple of ladies came near him and occupied seats next to him pretending to be drunk. They laughed and giggled, then "accidentally" brushed him.

Francesco chuckled at their kiddish attempt.

He stood up from his bar stool.

He decided to go out, to the adjoining balcony, and get some fresh air. He placed his phone back in the suit pocket, held his drink in one hand, and turned around.

Suddenly someone bumped into him.

His scotch and other person's glass of wine splashed on their clothes

His white shirt was stained.

Her dress was soiled.

She felt she just bumped into a steel wall. How much this guy works out?

"Miss, I am sorry," Francesco spoke out of courtesy, taking a step back to look at the small petite figure who bumped into his chest.

An extremely fair, platinum blonde-haired girl in a black bodycon dress.

She looked down on her dress observed wet patches of wine and sighed.  Her wavy shoulder-length hair dropped in front of her face covering most of her face.

Francesco was unable to see her face clearly.

With one hand, she tried to wipe away the residue liquid of wine from her dress.

In a slurry voice, she spoke "It's okay. It's not your fault." Her head still down and her palm trying to clean her dress.

Looks like she is tipsy.

"You alright?" Francesco tilted his head to look at her face.

Hearing a concerned voice, she moved her head upwards to see the face of such a fine gentleman.

As soon as their eyes met, a wave of goosebumps shook their body.

Her mouth turned into a big 'O'.

Both Francesco and the girl were stunned.

They looked at each other and spoke in unison.

"YOU!"

"YOU!!!"