Obsessed

Chapter 39: Confession

Cole

Unknown Area: August 4th, 2022 12:05 AM

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People were coming in. It was five minutes past twelve. I looked at my watch, thankful Elijah bothered to give me a Rolex. I had safely made it to the bar without getting caught or causing suspicion.

I looked up from my watch, seeing my reflection in the mirror backsplash of the counter on the back of the mini bar. I looked past the softly curved transparent glasses hanging upside down from the glass rack, at myself. I fixed my red tie, tapping my clean hands over my black waistcoat, my fingers touching all four buttons as I slid my hand down over it. It felt nice to finally have a shirt covering my body again.

I tilted my head, looking at my slicked back hair. A tiny wavy strand rolled in front of my forehead like an ahoge, the rest of my waves peeking from behind my neck. I looked at my face, pressing my lips together as I looked at my smooth jaw; finally having rid of the facial hair from the weeks. I looked into my deep brown eyes, feeling a bit nervous.

The other bartenders walked around me, preparing things. They all wore the same outwear as me; it was a uniform. I shut my eyes, looking down at my dress shoes, tracing my black pants down from the belt; a shiny silver Tom Ford buckle with a black leather strap.

I got this.

I sighed, looking up at the dozens of wine bottles standing on the wine rack above the glass rack.

"Yo, pass me one."

I briskly turned my head to my left, seeing a guy with brown hair and brown eyes wave at me, pointing his other hand above me at the bottles.

I smiled, grabbing the first bottle on the rack and tossing it towards him. He caught it, his thick, silver ring clinking on the glass bottle.

"Thanks, man." He smiled, popping the bottle open with the corkscrew.

Pop!

I turned around, facing the room. The only lights clear enough were the ones above the bar that shone a dim shade of yellow. The rest of the room was dark. A huge disco ball spun in the center of the ceiling. I looked at the people, their black shiny dresses reflecting the colorful lights lasering at them. It must have been the theme of the party; everything all black.

"Excuse me, Muscat please." A blonde looked at me, asking politely in her British accent.

I just had to wait for someone vulnerable enough to show up and ask me for a drink. Until then, I just had to keep pouring wine and blend in. I keenly kept my eyes wide open at my ex, seeing her standing decently far away from me. It was a safe distance. She talked to some people. I glared at her, watching her laugh with a drink in her hand while I poured one myself.

I shifted my gaze to my left, seeing 001 standing in the distance.

Wait.

I corrected myself in my head; I should have been calling him Elijah then since I knew him properly. I passed him a short smile, expanding my lips as I gleamed at the lady in front of me. I slid the tumbler wine glass in her direction on the mirror counter.

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Charlie

Unknown Place: August 4th, 2022 12:10 AM

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We exited my nemesis's room, walking towards the elevator in between the four rooms on that side of the lobby. I stopped in front of metallic doors, looking to my right to see Amiya trudge behind me. I looked ahead of me again, hearing the elevator open.