I meet him at the right time. Or a completely wrong one, depending on the perspective you look from.
I am not the one to fall head over heels in love with someone and he is not the guy someone should even fall in love with.
But there are all the wit...
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❝ Wave it in his face,
tell him "boy, bye" ❞
❦
Ante comes to the club I work at. I don't see him at first, but when I do, my mood completely shifts and I become annoyed. I walk to him and lean against the table, raising my eyebrows. "Let me guess. Fai couldn't come and he sent you."
Ante lazily shifts his head from the naked dancer on the stage and looks at me, swirling the almost empty glass around. "Hello to you, too," he drawls.
I just raise my brows.
Ante looks at me with interest. "What Fai sees in you is beyond me. He could have anyone, yet I have to sit here and save your ass while trying to not get bit by you."
"Nice thinking." I nod. "You're not going to offend me that easily, by the way, so you can save your nasty words for someone else." I hold my head up higher. "And if Fai wants to fuck me, you'll have to suck it up and just deal with it already."
Ante takes a sip of his drink. "Mmm," he says. "Fair point." He sits back in the chair, a small smile curving his lips. "You're not really that bad, actually. He's had way worse before."
"Why are you telling me this?" I ask him, not in the mood to listen about Fai's past experiences. This is not Ante's story to tell. If Fai wants me to know, I want to hear it from his own mouth.
Ante shrugs. "I'm just saying. Just don't go and fuck it all up because he hates people who go behind his back. And more than those he hates cowards."
I tilt my head to the side. "I'm only here to collect drink orders. I don't get paid enough to listen to your life advice you think I might need."
Ante lets out an easy chuckle. "Alright, cupcake."
I shudder at his pet name. "Why are you here? Is there really any danger or this is some fucked up way to have me under control."
Ante shrugs, taking another sip of the drink. He turns his head towards the stage and lets me know he's not going to answer my question. I sigh in frustration and march away from him.
