Chapter 3: A Sugary Encounter

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The bartender left his work, tired of pretense of being nice to drunk customers and donning his fairly new vest. He lightened up the last cigarette in his pack, and started strolling towards a nearby convenient store. He bought a new pack of camel cigarettes, not his usual choice. He was a Marlboro guy, but the store were out of stock. In addition, as usual bought three lottery tickets, from his tip money (something he was being doing for years and you guessed it right! Never won anything BIG!). He left the store, indulged in his nasty habit of smoking yet again. Out of the blue, his phone started ringing. It was a Booty Call.....

Ready for some back story.....

Meet Jake (not the douchebag from earlier, coincidentally with same names) - the part time Bartender and full time Economics student, who was currently working on his Bachelor's thesis. This Jake was 22 years old from a small town. He was fairly smart with above average grades, incredibly handsome with a strong jawline and dreamy blue eyes. Jake was suffering from student's life curse – "Living on a Budget", hence bartending on the side. But since Jake started working on his thesis, he had a lot of time in his hand, OBVIOUSLY! He decided to use his time, productively. He became a BOY TOY for a SUGAR MAMA - M***** (because of privacy issues). They met through a "sugar dating" website (discreteness is their MOTTO). Jake and M hit it is off well; this sugary relationship was still in its infancy, and if things go smoothly, "Adios" to Bartending. After all, Jake deserved to be SPOILED.

And you are right again, that call was from Mo**** (Oops! almost revealed it)

After 35 minutes....

"Aww, nice vest!" complimented M as soon as she opened the door for Jake.

"Why thank you! You are the sweetest" he replied while entering the house.

The two relaxed on the couch, chatting and drinking wine. It was all very romantic. You know, how things go from here.

So let's catch up after sometime....

The two were involved in some sugary stuff, when M's phone alerted her, courtesy home's modern security system. The garage door of her house had opened, that meant one thing. PAUL was home (M's husband, if you are wondering). The two sugar birds panicked for a moment. (Looked like another catching the cheater drama was in store). But NO! Even in panic, M's brain was working. She forced Jake to take his clothes and run out through the back door, to which Jake obliged graciously. In a span of few moments, runway was clear for Paul to land. (That's how it is done Jake – the Douchebag)

"Hey Honey, I thought you were not coming tonight. You said you had a lot of work at office", she inquired.

"Yeah I was not feeling well and Oliver (not important to story) will take care of all the stuff", he replied.

"I am glad you are home". And the Oscar for best actress goes to her.

Paul was a successful senior partner in a well-established law firm. He was a nice hardworking man and never hesitated to take Pro Bono cases, unlike other senior partners. He had recently taken a Pro-Bono case regarding a house matter and had a court hearing, the next day. He was supposed to work on that case the whole night, but unlucky for M, he decided to come home.

During the conversation, M eyes caught sight of Jake's vest, resting elegantly on the couch. (That stupid idiot). She got seriously panicked. If Paul saw it, she had to come up with an Oscar worthy story. She was doomed because she had nothing. Thanks to her sugary stars, Paul was too tired to even notice it and went straight to bed. She took a sigh of relief. And yes, she had already taken care of those wine glasses. (They were in the bedroom, if you are curious).

"Darling! Can you please take out one of my old suits? It's for my client's court hearing. He told me he had no suit", requested Paul (Didn't I tell you, good guy).

"Okay Baby, which one?" she asked.

"Whatever you like!" he said completely carefree.

M saw this as an opportunity to get rid of our beloved vest once and for all. She didn't want that vest anywhere near her or in that house (the woman is very calculated). She took out one of Paul's old suit from a sea of suits. She elegantly hangared that vest inside the suit; put the suit cover and placed it on the couch, for Paul to take it with him, the next morning. She then went to bed.......

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