The Bartender

Chapter 3

Everything I escaped from, everyone I wanted to get away from stayed in Miami that spring and the last person I expected to see, with that bastard smirk on his face, was right there - three inches away from me scratching his eyes out.

"George, what are you doing here?"

The second his name left my lips, scolding flame run down my back and into my legs wearing my short heel boots. If only I had put the 9-inch ones on, I would do serious damage to the rotting son of a bitch.

"Oh dear. I was trying to enjoy my trip to the Big Apple and wondered if I should hit the clubs while I'm here. Thanks to all the luck in this world, I happened to step through this door tonight," George replied.

"You might as well step out of it right about now. I'd hate to cause a mess during this wonderful party while I beat the living shit out of you." The fury inside me burned brighter and brighter while I soaked in the amusing situation.

He'd been assigned not to contact me or come near me while our contact stood strong as a boulder for another two years.
I noticed that Marcus wasn't flirting with the girl anymore and leaned casually against the sink at the far left, eyeing me curiously. I ignored his gaze and the questions probably running through his freaking mind.

"Don't do that Jen. You know I can fight back and get our little agreement to turn against you."  

No, no he couldn't.

"I swear to God, if you don't get the hell out, I will call for security and have you dragged out of here with those shoes of yours skimming against the floor till the door."

I was ready to climb over the bar, not paying attention to the people ready to get their orders but what stopped me was a hand circling around my waist and then pulling me back.

"Is there a problem here?" Marcus pulled me back, taking a step so he could shield me.

"No, I was just about to leave," George replied with a stinking amusement coloring his reply.

"Then leave," I struggled to get around Marcus but he was stronger than me and had me shoved against the liquor shelf behind me. The wood dug into the flesh of my ass and whimpered.

"So long honey. See you soon!"

I doubted it.

Then George had disappeared in the crowd, I shoved Marcus away from me and started taking drink orders. I served a tray of shots and then poured two beers.

"What was this about?" Marcus asked and I ignored him.

I took two more drink orders before deciding to go on a bathroom break. Somehow, I didn't notice Marcus coming after me but before I could reach the employee signed bathroom, he slammed his hand against the wooden door before I could open it.

"We have a high level service. We treat our guests with the most of respect and then you come and almost kill a drunkard man."

If he only knew what I knew, he'd go and beat him bloody...

"I'm terribly sorry but I know him and we go way back..." I tried to depend my disrespectful behavior.

"No matter the situation, the people- friends or strangers. You don't go batshit in no case."

"But I.." I held my hands to my hips but one look from him and my defensive side crawled back into the cave.

"Understood?" He asked and i nodded.

"Say it!"

I don't want to...

"I understand."