This one is for you

CHAPTER 33

Derek's POV.

I drove out from my apartment in my Ferrari. This car was suppose to be for me and Meredith. I was planning on taking a drive with her to my place at the Hamptons, but we never got the chance. She was suppose to be sitting beside me now. I'm not supposed to be alone.

I walked into the bar, which looked really different from my last visit. Everything looked fresher and newer, and more clean. It was obvious that a lot of work had been done. There was definitely a lot more people; it was packed and it wasn't even the weekends. I began to feel bad for coming here, as if I was checking her, like I didn't trust her. I walked up to the bar to see if she was there, and so that I could apologize. However, when I did walk up to the bar, I wished I didn't even bother to come.

She was at the far end of the bar and she was leaning over the counter as she talked to another man. The man was laughing at something she was saying, and he was clearly drunk. Meredith was wearing a tight black top that showed off her cleavage and her petite waist. Her hair was wavy and it caught the light as she flung it with her hands. She was clearly flirting with him. I could feel my eyes harden and the acid taste of jealousy in my mouth.

That is my Meredith flirting with another man! How could she do that to me? I thought she only smiled and flirted like that with me! She was only suppose to wear those kind of clothes for me!...How long has this been going on? Was she ever going to tell me? Or was she just gonna live with me and use my money and pretend to love me...just like all the other golddigging whores?

I must've been staring at her really hard for she turned around and saw me. Her face was of pure shock and I couldn't hold in my anger anymore. I pushed the people away from me and left.

I walked out of the bar quickly, and I heard her heels clacking down the pavement as she tried to catch up with me.

"Derek!" She yelled behind me. I stopped and turned around to look at her. Her eyes showed confusion and anxiety, but I was too mad to think more about it.

"Did you think that I wouldn't find out?" I yelled.

"What the hell are you talking about?" She yelled back.

"That man! What the fuck are you doing with him?" I screamed.

"I was talking to HIM! He was my customer!"

"Customer? You don't throw yourself all over your customers!"

"I was NOT!"

"Then what's up with all the flirting, huh?"

"I wasn't flirting! It's called been a good host! Bartenders need to keep the party mood up for the customers!"

"Just tell me, how many were there, or should I say are there, since you went back to work?"

"Are you accusing me of sleeping with them?"

"It will explain why you are never home! And why you are always drunk! And why you never want to have sex!"

"This is my job! I run the damn bar! I work late! I need to clean up!"

"You were NOT! You were fucking all these men behind my back! And now in front of my face!"

"I never fucked any men! You're the one that's fucked up!"

"Yeah? Then who's the one that owns the FUCKING penthouse?"

"Is this what this is about?"

"Damn right it is! I never understood why you even went back to work when you didn't need to!"

"So your job is more important than mine? Well I'm sorry, DEREK but I am only a bartender! I'm sorry if my work is not as important as yours! I'm sorry if I don't own a fucking penthouse! I'm sorry that I'm not as understanding and beautiful than all the other women you fucked!

"You better be! Because you're not good enough for me! I gave you everything, but you just throw it all away! You don't care about anything! You don't care about yourself, you don't care about me! You don't deserve anything!"

"Fuck you, Derek! Fuck you!" She screamed out as she walked back to the bar.

My head was spinning and I could hear the blood pumping in my ears. I walked back to my car, never once looking back. I drove back to the penthouse, I was still fuming. I was enraged. I walked in and got out the scotch and the glass.
What the hell. I threw the glass against a picture I had of Meredith, hearing it shatter to pieces, and began to drink from the bottle.