Split Love

CHATER 44

The bar counter facing the bathrooms looked dark and empty. It was like a dark, secluded corner perfect for Jasmine to hide. She was already feeling frustrated and tired of waiting. Her disguise wasn't right either as nerves got the best of her. She couldn't fake excitement or dance and talk to strangers. She just wanted to see Micah, whether or not he was doing something wrong, and then go away, lay down on that hotel bed, and sleep until her bus time.

The loud music was also starting to give her a headache, and another drink might help. She leaned against the corner and waited for one of the bartenders. Once again she looked around the VIP area. There were more people in that space, but she couldn't see everyone, she needed to move around the dance floor to see those who were sitting.

The bartender who talked to her earlier approached with a glass in hand, and as she opened her mouth to order, he placed the drink in front of her. It was a different cup, with something like ice cream inside and a lemon on top, decorating it. She looked up, and the bartender smirked.

- What is it? - She asked and the man behind the counter reached towards her to answer.

- You may not be a golddigger but you caught someone's attention.

- What? - Her question was drowned out by the music.

- I heard you're alone. - A female voice sounded too close, making Jasmine let go of the counter. One of the waitresses in a white button-down shirt was in front of her. She took a step back, but the woman took a step forward, approaching.

- Who said that?

- The man who sent you that drink. - The woman gently tilted her head to the side, indicating and Jamie followed the movement.

She didn't have to make an effort to look for it. A man in the lounge caught her eye. He raised a glass of whiskey, nodding. It was the same dark-bearded man who had his eyes on her an hour before.

Jasmine immediately looked away, feeling as if she had been discovered. She was obsessed with watching those people on the couches, the way they carried themselves, talked, and laughed. All of that was very different from what she was used to. But having someone from that world watching her changed everything.

The waitress looked at the drink, trying to get her to accept it. But as much as she wanted a drink, that one would certainly not be.

- Tell him I refused.

- Then I will have to follow you with this drink until you accept it.

The answer made Jamie squint. Do they think they can buy anything or anyone?

- How much did he pay you? - She asked, indignant.

- He has a lot of money.

- My boyfriend has a lot of money too.

The waitress looked around before moving even closer. They were practically glued together so they could hear each other.

- And where is he? Cause a millionaire guy is wanting your attention and all I see is a lone girl.

They exchanged glances for a moment and then Jamie looked back at the man. There was another man near him and they seemed to be talking, but his eyes wouldn't leave her. She dodged again and her lips parted as her tongue ran across her teeth thinking of an answer for the waitress to bring to him, but her eyes caught movement in the background that made her swallow hard.

Suddenly the music was muffled and all the people became blurs in her vision that only focused on him. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw him. Even among the people, Jasmine saw him arriving at the VIP section. Micah emerged like a shadow, from the front left corner of the club. He greeted one of the men sitting in the first lounge and walked to the second, right in the center.