Suspect

SUS|4- Nymir

•Suspect Chapter Four•
Nymir
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How all this shit ever started...
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Previously on Suspect...

"I think he's cute too but I wanna know how this threesome went down. Spill the dets...." Crystal said as she sipped on Tink's glass.

"Fine....here's how we met..." I said, getting them all riled up to listen.

•Flashback, year 2018•
The 40/40 Club
New York, NY

*Default ringtone on IPhone rings*📱

Excusing myself from the bar, I past by Remi and ask her to take my place while I went to go answer my pain in the ass landlord's call. I walked all the way towards the back near the kitchen and finally pressed the green icon.

"Yes, miss Amita?"

"Ember, honey....I like you...I like you a lot but your rent money has to be sent to me before the weekend. You can't keep missing your dates" she complained.

I rolled my eyes and folded my arms underneath my breath. "Well it's not intentional. I can't make these people tip me millions and millions of dollars. I'm trying–"

"Well maybe you should grow up and get a profitable job then, Mrs Ramirez. What good are you doing serving people alcohol? Come on, dear"

Staring at the wall, I broke eye contact and looked down at my shoes. "You will have your money by Friday. Okay. Just like you love your job, I love mine and I have dreams too. I think I'm grown enough if I'm renting my own apartment, paying my own bills, maintaining a job, cooking for myself– the list goes on and on. I don't appreciate what you said but I don't have time for this. Have nice night, Miss Amita"

Still looking down, I hung up the phone and slipped it back into my apron. I had a job to do, regardless of how anyone felt about it. I'm not you're average Joe okay, I realize that I am more different than I thought but...I will never let that destroy me again. This is my life....my story.., fuck opinions.

Clearing my head, I turned back around to get back out there and tend the many customers I left waiting for me. Upon walking out, I saw that Remi was doing a wonderful job with the crowd in my section and thanked her for taking over. She then gave me the current order and I went right to work on making a Black Martini, two Blue Yankees, and a classic 40/40.

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Washing a few of the shot glasses to pass the time, I'm interrupted by a seeking customer and his girlfriend I suppose. When I looked up at the couple, the first thing I stared at was the alluring beautiful girlfriend this nigga had. She was quite the catch and very attractive I must say.

"What can I get you two today?" I asked.

"A Late Night for me and a Cherry Bomb for her" Her boyfriend with sparkling blue eyes answered for the both of them.

"No problem" I smiled and attempted to walk away.

As I gathered two glass cups from the back and the other ingredients, I started to prepare their drinks right away. Upon doing so, I heard a faint conversation from the couple themselves and it seemed to be about me. I ignored it for the most part though, this wasn't anywhere near the first time I heard someone talking about me. People were so amazed by the lesbian stud at the bar.