Default Title - His Sadistic Love

part 5 :Their Second Encounter 🥀

Liza's POV

Now dressed in her formal attire, Liza stood in front of the mirror, adjusting her blouse and smoothing down her skirt. She had promised herself that she would do everything in her power to avoid getting catcalled by the men at the bar. Tonight, she would be careful-no eye contact, no smiles, just focus on her work.

As she rode the taxi toward the bar, her mind raced with thoughts. She knew that the men inside would lower their gazes, but she also understood that their wealth and power could make it challenging to maintain her boundaries. Convincing them to behave like gentlemen felt like an uphill battle. But she had to stay strong; her father's medical bills depended on her success.

Arriving at the bar, she took a deep breath, reminding herself of her purpose. She entered the bustling venue and headed straight to the staff area. The noise enveloped her-the laughter, the clinking of glasses, and the faint music pulsing through the air.

Once in the locker room, Liza pulled her waitress uniform from her locker, the familiar fabric a small comfort in the chaotic environment. As she slipped it on, she felt a mix of determination and dread. This was her reality, and she had to embrace it, no matter how uncomfortable it made her.

"I can do this," she whispered to herself, looking in the mirror one last time. She straightened her shoulders and took a deep breath, steeling herself for the night ahead. The anticipation buzzed in the air, but she was ready to face it.

With her heart pounding, Liza stepped out onto the main floor, ready to serve and do what needed to be done for her father. She would navigate the night carefully, focusing on her work and keeping her emotions in check. It was for him, after all, and nothing would stop her from trying to make things right.

Authors POV

Liza moved through the crowded bar, deftly taking orders from customers while trying to keep her mind focused on the task at hand. The laughter and chatter surrounded her, but her heart raced as she caught sight of Victor sitting at an expensive table with his superiors, glasses of wine in hand. She had first encountered him two weeks ago when his parents invited her to their mansion for tea.

From the moment she laid eyes on him, Liza felt an unsettling mix of fear and discomfort. His dark, piercing green eyes seemed to bore into her, sending a chill down her spine. She hadn't liked him then, and her gut instinct told her to steer clear. During that tea, she had merely observed him from a distance, noting his commanding presence and the way he moved through the room with an air of authority.

Now, standing in the bar, the last thing she wanted was to interact with him. She carefully avoided his table, taking orders from other patrons while doing her best to keep her distance. The atmosphere was already charged with tension, especially in a place like this, where wealthy men often felt entitled to voice their opinions-usually inappropriately.

This bar wasn't just any establishment; it was a playground for the rich, and the environment made her skin crawl. Liza knew that the guards around the venue were more loyal to the powerful patrons than to the women they were supposed to protect. It was infuriating and disheartening. Each night, she witnessed men catcalling the female waitstaff and dancers, their comments ringing in her ears as she navigated the room.

Determined to avoid Victor, Liza tried to focus on her duties. She reminded herself that she didn't have to engage with anyone she didn't want to. As she passed by his table, she felt his gaze on her, and the instinct to flee surged within her. The last thing she needed was to be caught in a conversation with him, not in this environment filled with wealth and privilege.

With each order she took, Liza felt the weight of the evening pressing down on her. She would do her best to endure, to keep her head down, and to finish the shift. The bar may have been filled with rich men who believed they could do as they pleased, but Liza was determined to remain strong. She wouldn't let anyone-especially Victor-intimidate her.

Tonight, she would simply focus on getting through it, one order at a time.

Victor's POV

As Victor sipped his wine, the rich flavor warming him from the inside, he exchanged banter with his superiors. The evening was rolling along smoothly, the laughter and chatter blending into a comfortable buzz. But amidst the revelry, his gaze drifted to a familiar figure moving through the crowd.

There, a few meters away, was a waitress whose looks stirred something in him. Her figure and demeanor reminded him of Liza, the girl his parents had introduced him to at their mansion. He hadn't thought much of her then, but now, with the dim lighting and the atmosphere swirling around him, he felt a sudden intrigue.

He was a bit tipsy but still very much in control of himself. Liza's voice floated through the air as she interacted with customers, and he couldn't shake the feeling that it was her. Leaning forward, he squinted to get a better look. Sure enough, it was her.

A devilish smirk crept across his face. He hadn't intended to bother a random waitress, but something about her caught his attention. She seemed tense, navigating the room with a cautious air, as if she were trying to avoid someone-maybe even him.

"Hey!" he called out, his tone playful but commanding. "I'd like to place an order!"

He watched her reaction, curious to see how she would respond to him now, in this setting. There was a thrill in the air, a mixture of power and mischief, and he couldn't resist the opportunity to engage with her, even if just for a moment.

Liza's POV

Liza heard someone call out to her and turned around, her heart sinking as she recognized Victor sitting a few meters away. His dark green eyes locked onto hers, a smirk playing on his lips. "I'd like to place an order," he said, his tone casual yet commanding.

For a moment, she stood frozen, uncertainty swirling in her mind. Did he recognize her? They had barely interacted two weeks ago, just a brief introduction at his parents' mansion. She could feel her pulse quickening, anxiety creeping in. She didn't want to be near him, especially in this environment.

But she also knew the stakes. If she refused to take his order, the risk of getting fired loomed over her like a dark cloud. The owner and the guards were more loyal to the rich patrons than to the waitstaff. They would side with Victor without hesitation. She had seen it happen before, and the last thing she needed was to lose this job.

Taking a deep breath, Liza forced herself to approach his table, plastering on a polite smile despite the turmoil inside her. "What would you like to order?" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady.

Victor leaned back in his chair, his gaze lingering on her. She could feel the weight of his attention, and it made her skin crawl. All she wanted was to get through this interaction as quickly as possible.

As she awaited his response, she reminded herself to remain professional. She had to keep her fear at bay and focus on her job. After all, this was about more than just her-it was about her father's health and the bills that weighed heavily on her family.

With each passing second, she hoped that Victor would make his order quick and simple so she could escape back to the safety of the other patrons, away from his intense gaze.