It maybe 1990, But the bar you run Parties like its 1920 at age twenty-one. All the wild nights with the biggest of the baddest come to the bar, But what happens when A Gorgeous Red lipped Cuban from your past comes to interrupt your present? Will...
"Y/n could you repeat that question one more time for me?" Karla asked blinking innocently but fire brimmed within her eyes causing me to feel a lump develop within my throat not wanting to repeat the question at all knowing she could chew the living hell out of me at any given moment in time.
"That's my son?" I ask after clearing my throat for someone that I practically tower over she can make you feel like your three foot five and that is beyond frightening and I always forget the words of many wise ones before me
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned..
"Well I don't know Y/n, Is he your son?" Karla asks acting dumbfounded as I felt my face growing a bit heated because I know she's toying with me considering she always does that when I or other people ask obvious questions she's hoping they know the answers to
"Unless you've been fucking somebody else that wasn't me back in Cuba I don't know who else's son he could be" I snap back as Karla groans and rolls her eyes at my comment it's like neither of us can go a day without arguing with each other
"Your so damn.." She said rubbing the spot between her eyeballs in annoyance as I uncrossed my arms forming a dominant stance as I notice her clenching her fist as she looked straight into my eyes causing me to look down completely feeling uncomfortable
"Karla..I'm just trying to.." I tried to say the words solemnly but it wasn't changing the look on her face
"That has got to be on the top ten ignorant things you've ever said to me in the past three years Y/n" Karla said removing her glasses from her head and fiddled with them in her hand causing me to feel like the worst person on the planet, She's always had this kind of power over me and for one second I thought I weakened it over the years
I thought anyway..
"I think I want Charlie to Interview me.." Karla said still not even looking at me in the eyes for once
"Karla.."
"Don't you ever call me that again in your life" She said snapping her head back up at me taking me a back
"B-"
"Get out" She says harshly standing up gesturing towards the door behind me as I shake my head
"I Said Get The Fuck Out!" She shouted pounding my chest as she backed me towards the door her voice cracking and her eyes waiting to let tears overflow as I finally let myself outside before she slams the door in front of my face causing my heart to sink and place my head on the door
I can't ever do anything right when it comes to women.
*The Next day*
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"Damn you can't do anything right when it comes to women!" Charlie shouted at me after I explained everything that happened the other night with a beer in my hand
"I didn't mean to offend or hurt her in any way-"
"But you did though you idiot!" Charlie says slapping me upside the head with a white towel he was using to wipe down the bar top for the night
"Do you really think he's mine?" I ask solemnly as my best friend sighs reaching over to place his head on my shoulder
"With the way you described him, He just might be yours do you honestly think Camila would've had someone else's child just to spite you?" Charlie asked as I gave him a "what do you think?" Type of look as he sighed deeply once again
"I see where your coming from, But she-" Charlie went on before we turned towards the door after hearing it close along with heels clicking before I groaned and took another large gulp of my bear as I felt someone place their hand on my shoulder
"Well Good late afternoon to you too beautiful" I heard her say to me as I closed my eyes rolling them back
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"Hey Dua you ready for your shift tonight?" Charlie asked as I tried my very best not to look her in the eyes as I could feel her smirking on me
Don't get me wrong she is a spot on floor manager, But she is a pain in the ass that lives for teasing me at every chance she gets. I'm almost surprised I have not fired her ass yet, She's got everyone's tongue wagging all night and every night not to mention she does like both teams but the reason why she likes both teams
Was kind of my fault.
"Hey I saw some chick outside is she new?" She said flipping her hair to the side as I nearly choked on my beer
"Black hair Bambi eyes??" I asked jumping out of my grumpiness
"Kinda like that, She was all dolled up too wearing some strawberry red lipstick" Dua said rolling her eyes as I heard the door creak open causing me to turn my head and let my jaw drop at the sight before me
"I'm here for my interview?.." Karla said leaning up against the doorway
If Charlie tries anything best friend or not, I'm firing his ass by kicking his ass..
The last thing she's ever wanted to do was hurt my feelings, It's still on her damn list though...
