𝙍𝙞𝙘𝙝, 𝙍𝙚𝙗𝙚𝙡 & 𝙍𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙛𝙪𝙡

Chapter 48: The kinky kind of Tennis

Chapter 48: The kinky kind of Tennis

 

I walk towards them with determination. I know what you’re thinking, I should walk to them with an axe; but hey, not every country club has axes hanging around, which proves that I’m not against the idea.

“What the hell do you think you are getting in here? get out before I call security.” I hiss.

“Calm down Alyson, it’s not what you think-” starts Walter;

“Da.mn right it shouldn’t be what I’m thinking, because the price you’ll both pay if what I’m thinking is happening, is very very grand, bigger than your soon-to-be-sorry a.ss can ever imagine.” I threaten.

The drug dealer looks scared but tried to hide it, however, Walter was scowling and looking annoyed.

“Can we go to somewhere private?” asks Walter

“We’re not going anywhere-”

“lady, it’s not what you think-” the drug dealer, has the audacity, to talk to me;

“Nobody talked to you, so zip it.” I admonish him, and he does;

“Please Alyson? I’ll explain everything to you.”

I push them both inside the first room I saw, I close the door carelessly and turn around “Now, speak.” I order.

“Well, remember that day you guys met?” starts Walter, when I continue my glaring and don’t respond he swallows, and continues “Well it turns out that I still owed him..”

“turns out? TURNS OUT?” I shout

“well, it’s a little more than one thousand..” Walter announces taking a step back;

“How much more?” I hiss, I feel like my right eyelid is twitching, he says something but I don’t hear it.

“SPEAK UP!” I shout and he flinches;

“two fifty…” he mumbles.

I grab my purse glaring at him and his eyes widen, I pull out my checkbook and proceed to write the two hundred and fifty dollars, with the borrowed pen from the room were in. I thrust the cheque towards the drug dealer, that seems recoiled under my terrorizing wrath “here take your drug money, and leave I don’t want to see you here ever. If I do, you’re dead.” I warn him and he scurries away.

I turn to walk through the door when Walter tries to speak and I hold my finger up silencing him “don’t” I whisper.

I make a beeline to the bar. I sit on the stool and slam my clutch “A Long Island Ice Tea” I order.

“What could have possibly put you into such foul mood?” asks Noah.

“The beating hearts of my family members? The functioning of the Kardashians lungs? Nikki fu.cking Minaj?-” he chuckles “-The appearance of Walter’s drug dealer?” his smile drops and he seems angry.

“What?” he whispers harshly,

“You heard me your best friend was shaking hands with the guy for fuc.k’s sake..” I complain and shut it when I got my drink. I drink the fourth of it in one go.

“Did he-” he begins;

“no, he owed him money apparently.” I answer him.

“How much?”

“two fifty…” I mumble drinking half of the glass.

“What did you do?”

“What can I do? I paid him and threatened him of course.” I say finishing my drink. I order another one, but Noah who seems to have relaxed drastically, cancel it.