Marcus is new to the city but somehow landed a bartending job at the most popular club owned by a very powerful businessman. All he wanted was a well-paying job. He never expected to get involved in his boss's other businesses, or his boss's daughte...
I barely got any sleep last night - I mean, this morning. I woke up at 6 am, way before I had my alarm set to go off. I could tell by how I felt that I wouldn't be able to go back to sleep. So, I got up to start my day.
My breakfast wasn't much, it never is. I had an egg sandwich with black coffee. My cooking skills go beyond that, I actually think I'm a pretty good cook, but there's never a reason for me to go all out. As I ate my meal I checked my phone. I had a message from Nick, thanking me for taking Dez home. I also got a message from my old boss, Jason. we haven't talked since I thanked him for the referral.
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The way Jason texts can be off-putting sometimes. He's in his late 50s so it could be just how he texts, but why does he have to be so cryptic? I wonder if he wants to talk about the job. That'll have to wait though, I don't want to call him this early in the day. Once I was done with my breakfast I took some preworkout and grabbed my gym bag. I try to work out at least three times a week. I used to work out every day when I was younger, I should probably be working out more the more I age but life doesn't always cater to your needs.
The drive to the gym isn't too bad, it's a little longer drive than getting to Spades but that gives me time to listen to music so I can't complain. As I drive I see Dez's apartment building and the memories from last night coming flooding back. I can't believe how easily I forgot, but I don't think I'll ever forget again. I remember how she acted, how I acted. Oh shit I hope I was right about her being to wasted to remember what I said. Even if she was, I shouldn't have risked saying something like that.
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Just my luck, I forgot my headphones at home, so now I have to work out in silence. Not so much silence, because my mind keeps reeling with memories from last night. I'm still pretty annoyed that part of my job is keeping an eye on her and now, making sure she gets home. Another part of me feels at ease though, knowing she's home safe after a night of partying. I wish she would get her drinking under control. She's too young to have a problem like this. As much as she gets under my skin, I don't want alcohol to ruin her life. I've seen that happen to too many people.
By the time I'm done working out and done showering, it's 8:20 am. On a normal day, this is when I'd be eating breakfast. As I dry my hair with a towel I see my phone light up in my bag, Nick is calling me. I guess I'm in high demand today. I quickly replace the towel hung around my waist with clean underwear and grey sweatpants before I answer the call.
"Hey man"
"Hey Marc what's up?"
"Nothing much just finished up at the gym."
"Okay sick, would you wanna come over to my place? I want to talk about last night."
At least I'm not the only one thinking about what happened last night.
"Yeah, I can do that, what's your address?"
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When I get to Nick's apartment I immediately notice the doormat that says "Fuck Off" in cursive. I wonder if that was Nick or his girlfriend's doing. Assuming I'm exempt from the doormat's request, I knock on the door. A few seconds later I can hear someone messing with the locks.
