Destiny's story

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  Destiny POV

"I want a glass of vodka." The customer ask. I take note of the order and I go to a different table talking orders.

I feel a sting in my eyes and I rub them. My eyes are little sore, because I was crying a good amount of time before I went to sleep.  The worst part of crying is always the headache afterwards.

I shake my head and walk towards Silas. "Glass of vodka, beer, and cocktail " He prepare them. As soon as he finishes, I put them on the tray. I walk to the tables with their drinks.

  I clean the empty glasses from the tables and bring them to the bar. While putting them down, I look up to see Silas eyes on me. I look at him giving him a confused expression.

He continues to prep the glasses, "Are you okay?" He ask.

"It was just a rough night." I said trying not to give emotion to it. His gaze still bore on mine but he simply nod. I get back taking orders and giving the orders to him.

I place a drink to a man."Here yours drink, sir." The drunken man take it, his gaze went from the drink to me. His eyes went to face and down to my body, and smile. I groan to myself, I quickly turn around, and head to the bar.

I make my rounds again, I notice that today there isn't a lot of people. The chatter in the bar is so quiet,  it's weird not to hear so many voices around.

A slow day. I clean up a table from a person who just left, they left a nice tip to me. While cleaning the day doors to the bar opens, and I raise my head to look.

It's Michael. His gaze rest on Silas, he starts walking towards him. I notice that he's wearing a red flannel jacket with a black shirt underneath. The sleeves of the jacket are roll up showing his forearms, it expose his tattoos. I couldn't see them all the way here but he have designs that are enough to cover his skin.

Michael is speaking to Silas and it looks cordial. After a couple of words, Silas leaves from bar to go to the back. Michael relax next to the bar, waiting for something.

He pulls out his phone, and damn his hands are big. My gaze is still on him, watching his ever movements.

He frown his brow at the phone and he starts typing something. After he finished, he puts it back in his pocket. Silas comes back, and in his hand he has a box of alcohol and hands it to him.

Michael passes money to him and takes the box, he then leave the bar. I look back to my task, why do I do this to myself. Every time he's here I stare at him.

He's show me how rude he can be but I can't deny my attraction towards him. I internally slap myself, I don't know why I always do this to myself. I'm always attracted to the stoic ones, that have serious problems with communication.

I made a promise to myself. No more bad men, it is all about myself and happiness. Yeah keep to yourself Destiny.

I get to the highly intoxicated man, that I serve earlier today. "Would you like a refill." I ask him pretty fast. He shake his head and I quickly turn but I feel his hand on my wrist stopping me.

I look back at the man with a glare and try to yank my hand from his grasp, but his hold is so strong.

"Come on beautiful, I know you want me."

I frown my brows. "No I do not. Now let me go!" I shout to the man and his eyes flash to another color, a bright blue . My eyes widen, what the hell.

My body start moving on it own, as panic overflows. I drag my body away from him, so I can try to move my hand. He notice what I'm doing, and he gets up from his sit and raise his other hand towards me.