Country Girl Revenge [COMPLETED]

Chapter 10

"A man's true character comes out when he's drunk"

-Charlie Chaplin-

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Angelo's P.O.V

It's a disaster. Now i really think she is angry with me. What do i do to make things up a little bit ?

It's confusing, it really is. I just couldn't understand woman that well. I mean, come on, i have only been to like, twenty dates my whole life, and all of them are the types that are easily pleased with money, so how am i supposed to know what a woman of her kind wants ?

Just as i murmur to myself angrily in my office, i hear my phone rings.

Who is it again ?

"Hello ?"

"Hey, Angelo, my buddy, how're ya feelin bro ?"

Oh, not him again, why does he have to call at this moment.

"What do you want Dean ?" I ask in a cold tone. He is silent for a moment, before he finally speaks again.

"I bet on twenty dollars you are in a really bad mood right now"

isn't it obvious ? Why does he have to ask me anyway.

"Stop with the blabber and get straight to the point"

I can feel blood boiling and it feels really hot inside this room, almost a little bit too hot for a room with four AC on.

"Whoa, easy boy" he says.

"Why don't we go to the bar and have a nice little chat like we used to"

This guy, still an alcoholic as ever i see. Some things just never get old i guess.

"Sure, meet up at seven p.m tonight, usual place" i hang up without wanting to talk any longer.

Time seems to passes on really slow today for unknown reason

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I step into the bar i used to visit often on my rebellious college year, but now, it's kind of become my escape place every once in a while.

As i walk in, i can already see the mexican model figure which happens to be my old time best friend, Dean de Perez, known as the "caramel boy" with his sweet and salty public personality, but hell, only i know his true easygoing and slightly perverted nature.

The type that matches most Mexican man stereotypes, it's just he only dates older woman. Cliche.

"Hey, bro, come over here"

He waves his hand from his seat and i walk over there to grab a seat beside him.

"What do you want ?" A barista comes and ask for our order.

"Tequila for me, White Russian for him" he orders things for me.

"I thought you were going to order something like Sangria or Mimosa" i tease him.

"Hah, those are too sweet for my preference" he says back. Sweet ? Yeah, sure.

The orders soon arrive, just like how we wanted it to be.

"Cheers, man" we says as we take our first shot. I haven't done this in a while, but as soon as the scent enters my nose as i swallow it down, i feel refreshed in a bad way.

What happens to the amazing Angelo Cavier ?

I know myself very well, and i am not an alcoholic in any way, but in cases like this, my only escape is alcohol. Pathetic i know.

But i want to indulge myself to forget everything that happened. That woman is like an addiction, almost like a femme fatale, but i just couldn't avert my gaze every time my eyes meet her beautiful green eyes.

"So, i heard you got married ?" He starts a conversation. I nod.

"Why didn't you invite me ? Thought we were pal"

"It was private, i didn't even invite my family" i say as i take another shot.

"Why ?" He asks as he orders a second glass.

"That woman is special, i need a special wedding as well" i can feel myself getting slightly drunk, but this is nothing really.

"Who is this woman ?"

"Her name is Sasha Cavier" i cannot tell him her real name even tough he is my second most trusted person, after John, since i cannot trust the majority of my family members.

I can tell he is currently thinking of what kind of woman can obtain the heart of someone so amazing like me, since all women fall over to my feet, yet right now i am the one being used. He'll definitely mock me, but i don't really care if that happens.

Maybe love is blind, who knows ?

"Hey, you are getting drunk, it's no good" he says as i order my fourth glass.

"Sorry, you can't order more" he cancels my order, making me slightly mad.

"You can order four glass, why can't i ?" I say. My body has heat up pretty badly, but i just couldn't stop, it's more like, i don't want to stop.

"I have high alcohol tolerance, you don't" he says as he takes his wallet to pay.

"No, i'll pay" i try to grab my wallet but struggle to even stands up, i am TOTALLY drunk

I see as he takes some money from his own wallet and pay, then, he helps me to stand up and he takes my car key and bring me in.

"I'll drive, both of us will get in trouble if you do"

He gets in the driver's seat and starts driving towards my house.

Everything is slightly blurry right now, yet i feel good and hot at the same time.

He helps me stand up and we enters the house, just then, i see my beloved wife figure coming towards me.

I can hear them talking but i am unsure what it is.

Then, i feel her hand on my shoulder, my heart jumps and i lose my sense of nobility.