Default Title - His Sadistic Love

Part 13 : Fight at the bar

Liza’s POV

Just another day at the bar. I can’t wait to escape this hellish job once I save enough money. Liza thought to herself as she rode in the taxi, watching the city blur by outside the window.

The neon lights flickered overhead, a constant reminder of the late nights and the crowd I had to deal with. “Just a little longer,” she whispered, steeling her resolve. Soon, I’ll be free.

Liza stepped out of the taxi and made her way into the bar, heading straight for the dressing room. In the women’s locker room, she quickly changed into her uniform, the familiar fabric a mix of comfort and dread.

“Alright, you can do this,” she said to herself, taking a deep breath to steady her nerves. The night shift awaited, and she was determined to make it through.

As Liza approached the table, the gentlemen smirked, and Mr. Will said, “Three cocktails, three tempuras, and three glasses of wine.”

“Okay, sir. Anything else?” Liza asked, her pen poised over her notepad.

“That's it, thank you,” he replied with a smile.

“Alright, I’ll be right back,” she said, turning to leave.

“Phew, good, I encountered a nice one,” she thought to herself. “I do believe a small minority of rich men here are decent.”

Authors POV

While Liza was walking toward the men's table carrying their order, she bumped into a guy, and they both stumbled slightly. Thankfully, the orders didn’t drop or spill. As Liza turned to the man she had bumped into, she tried to apologize.

“Oh, sorry, sir! Are you okay? I didn’t mean to—it was an accident,” Liza said, offering a friendly smile.

“Could you please watch where you’re going?” the man replied, clearly annoyed. It turned out he had been drinking, and as he looked at Liza, his piercing gaze made her feel uneasy.

Liza felt a wave of fear and quickly apologized again. “Sorry, sorry, sir,” she said, trying to hold back her tears.

“I don’t think so. You’re going to pay with your dignity, alright?” he slurred, his voice dripping with disdain

That’s when a man appeared—Victor. He swiftly grabbed James’s arm. “James, you’re drunk. There’s no time to cause trouble here,” Victor whispered, his tone sharp.

“Ooh, Victor! Looks like Prince Charming came to the rescue,” James slurred, looking a bit sleepy.

“You know what? Let’s go,” Victor said, helping him walk toward their table. As Victor turned slightly to Liza, he whispered, “Sorry.”

As James regained some of his senses, Victor, aware that he was coming back to himself, let go of his arm.

“What happened to me?” James asked, confusion evident on his face.

“Well, guess what—you bumped into a waitress and said she’s going to pay with her dignity,” Victor explained, a hint of frustration in his voice.

“Oh, I didn’t know that. I forgot I was drunk and didn’t realize what I was saying, I guess,” James said, scratching the back of his head in embarrassment and guilt.

Liza, who had been frozen in fear, managed to regain her composure. “Oh my God, that was scary. I didn’t know someone could say something so frightening without yelling or being loud. What he said was terrifying,” she thought to herself as she made her way to the customers' table.

“Here are your orders,” Liza said, placing each item carefully on the table

Victor and James had been enjoying a lively night out, sharing laughs and drinks. As James stood up, he announced, "Hey, I’m going to the restroom," with a slightly tipsy grin. Victor, still engaged in his shots, waved him off.

“Go ahead,” Victor replied, barely looking up.

As James made his way through the crowded bar, he spotted Liza sitting with her friends. With a playful smile, he decided to sneak up on her. Approaching her table, he leaned in, intending to surprise her.

“Boo!” he exclaimed, but instead of laughter, Liza let out a startled scream that echoed through the bar, catching everyone’s attention.

“Who are you?” she gasped, taken aback.

“I haven’t forgotten about you,” he said with a teasing grin, but his tone quickly turned more intense.

Feeling uncomfortable, Liza stood her ground. “Please, just back off,” she said firmly. But as he leaned in closer, she instinctively raised her hand and slapped him hard. The sound resonated in the air, and he stepped back, surprised.

Frustrated, he pushed her lightly, causing her to stumble and hit the ground.

Victor, noticing the commotion, rushed over to help his friend. “James, come on, let’s get you up,” he said, grabbing his arm to help him stand. He glanced at Liza, who looked shaken, but didn’t say anything to her.

“You want to fight? Let’s see what you’ve got!” James snapped, still agitated.

Victor shook his head. “Forget it. We’re leaving,” he replied, guiding James away from the scene without further confrontation.

As they left, Liza watched them go, still feeling the tension of the moment. The bar staff quickly approached to ensure everyone was safe, and the atmosphere gradually returned to normal.