Our Love Prevails

Chapter 4

Skylar POV: 11:48 PM, Saturday

  The club was now in full swing, loud techno music blasting from the wall's speakers and people dancing to the beat. Some people did the craziest things when they were drunk. A blond woman came up to the bar earlier, did a few shots, and took off her top. She wasn't wearing a bra.

  The bar was crowded as usual, but something about the crowd felt different tonight. A pit had been building in my stomach all night. I felt like something bad was going to happen any minute. I kept trying to ignore it but it was growing to be insufferable.

  I poured myself a shot and looking both ways, threw the liquid back. I sighed as the burn traveled down my throat.  Hopefully,  none of my coworkers saw that.

  "Skylar, can you pass me that glass?" Jackyl, my only girl friend asked, pointing to the line up of glasses behind me. I tossed her a glass. She nodded her thanks.

  "So," she started. "I saw you in that Bugatti, and since I know you ain't got money like that, I was wondering who you know that do got that kinda money?"

  "Just a guy my brother knows who gave me a lift here, " I shrugged her off.

  "Well, is he fine? Did you bang him? If you haven't, you totally should. Fine or not, he obviously got that money. You gotta take advantage of that, sweetheart."

  "Jackyl, I love you but sometimes you sound like a gold-digging ho," I laughed. I knew Jackyl wouldn't be pissed off by me saying that. Whenever I did, she just brushed me off. Jackyl knew I understood why she thought like that. Having to raise three kids with your husband in jail had to make it hard to pay the bills.

  "Bitch, I am a gold-digging ho!" she scoffed back. "I'm just saying, always take advantage of a nigga's money if he got some. Money matters, babe."

  After saying that, we worked for a minute in silence. It wasn't an awkward silence, it was just silent. We were okay with that.

  "Hello, kiddies " an obnoxious voice exclaimed. Our disgusting boss, Garrett Reynolds saunters up to the counter, sitting down at the bar stool in front of me.

  "Hi, Mr.Reynolds," both Jackyl and myself greeted. She sounded a lot more cheerful (and flirty) than I did when she said it. I couldn't help rolling my eyes at her as she pushed up her breasts a little bit more.

  Garrett was kinda fine and he had that money, but everyone who worked here knew he was a total man ho. He sometimes got a little hands-on around the women. I knew from experience.

  "You wanna make me a drink, Skyle?" he said with a smirk on his face.

  "My name is Skylar," I sighed. He could never seem to get my name right.

  "Baby, that's what I said. Now gimme my drink." I supressed another eye roll and then gave him his usual whiskey on the rocks. He never once looked up from Jackyl's chest when talking to me.

  "Thanks," Garrett said after finishing his drink. He gets up from the bar stool and slid across the counter.  We let him, even though it was against the rules. We kinda had to let him since he was the boss. He began his stride to the storage rooms in the back.

  On his way to the backrooms, he somehow manages to "accidentally" slap my ass. He continues his pride filled walk to storage. I grit my teeth and carry on working.

  "I can tell you want to punch him," Jackyl smiled a little. "You should do it."

  "No, I shouldn't do it. I would lose my job if I did."