Secrets

Chapter Three

Part of me is shocked, Why are they getting a divorce? Why are they sitting here doing it? Inside I'm smiling from ear to ear because this means he will be single. What am I thinking? He doesn't even know me nor do I know him. He's just so yes in every possible way he could be. Penelope's eyes are following me as I make my way back to the bar. "They're sitting here filing divorce papers at a bar, he looks too young to be married" I grin. "He can't be older than twenty-five and I was wondering that too. Something is really weird about that. And that woman gives me a weird chill." Penelope murmured. After thirty minutes the woman leaves and the man sits in the booth alone, looking frustrated. I walk over to him, blushing so hard. "Excuse me sir, would you like anything else?" I asked quietly. "Sit down." He demands while pointing to the other side of the booth. I sit down, scared and confused. "Does she not know who I am? My net worth, how much money I make by just sitting on my ass." He said with fire in his eyes. "Sir, I'm afraid I don't know who you're talking about?" I say trying my best not to look fearful. "That disgusting thing I walked in her with, the only reason we came to this bar is because I didn't want to be seen with her out somewhere more public. She is my ex-wife, Jennifer. She wants to take all my money away when I already gave her two million dollars to start off her own life without me." He yells. Whoa, gave away two million dollars? I can barely spare a hundred bucks. "I'm sorry to hear that, but if she is wrong she won't get all your money." I say squeamishly. "What? Of course she's wrong!" He yells. "Sir, If you keep making a scene I'm going to ask you to leave." I say sternly. He's disturbing all the costumers, I use to want to indulge myself into him but now he's just a douchebag. "You are acting like a bitch, I'll pay my tab and leave." He reaches for the ticket and pays his tab, slapping the money in my hand. I follow him outside and walk beside him while he's headed for his car. " Don't you ever fucking call me a bitch again, I will fuck you up. You need to respect people, no wonder she divorced you." I yell. He grabs me by my waist and pulls me to him. We gaze into each others eyes. I can't read his face but I just wish he'd kiss me right now.