Islan-Dise

Chance

Zay
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Thirty days passed. Thirty without him next to me and as much as it pains me, it's best this way. I have to at least give him credit for being honest. Still, he tried the fuck out of me.

Maybe this bartender should send me home. Truthfully, he don't get paid enough to concern himself with my well being. So again I tip him twenty dollars. Maybe if he feels sorry enough I will get laid.

Now I'm smiling from that little joke and it catches the eye of some random person. It's a woman and she's easily one of them prettiest women I've ever seen. Yet her beauty does nothing for the thing between my thighs. I'm still flattered.

She kicks off the conversation asking me about myself and my interest. "Him, he's my interest."

She smiles adding on to her beauty. "He?"

"Angel of course." I down my shot.

"Oh, is Angel a man as in you're gay and I have been completely making a fool of myself." She blushes in embarrassment.

"It's okay. I enjoyed every minute of it." I push her over a shot in which she quickly drinks.

"Angel huh? Any pictures?"

I unlock my phone and slide it across the counter to her. "Been looking at his fine ass all night."

She lowers hers eyes and leans into the phone. "Oh, wow."

I chuckle at her reaction. "I know."

"I mean damn. He is dreamy. I would probably be in a bar drinking my sorrows away also. Please, if it's not too much to ask. Is everything on him pretty?"

I sit up. "Everything."

She taps the counter to get the bartenders attention. "Whew,"

"Yeah. Except it's him that's you send sorrows too. I was the catch." I stand up beat I can.

"Definitely. You are both very good looking men. Did he do something to lose you?"

"Let's pray to God not." I leave another tip.

I stumble outside and make my way to my car. I drop the keys a couple times before opening my door. I finally am able to sit down in the driver seat. Just as I'm about to crank up the car I see a familiar face walk in front my car and over to my car door . They knock on my window and I slowly let it down. "Keys."

"I'm fine."

"Give-me-the-fucking keys Zayvis." I turn off the car and throw them at him.

"How you knew?"

"You know I got eye all over this city. It's like you forget." He opens my door. "Get out."

"Brandon, no."

"You do stupid shit when you assuming you in love. Like drinking and driving. Get out that car or get pulled out. Either way imma take you home." He glared down at me.

I give up and step out, with a little help from him. "I am in love to be clear. You don't know him so don't give input. Please."