My Man

Chapter 4- Can We Talk?

* hi everyone :)! I thought I'd surprise y'all with a chapter tonight. Election night anxiety is REAL, so I thought it would be a nice distraction. Especially since y'all been so patient with me!

*Lars POV

"Dude move the fucking product and let's get out of here," I snap at the new guy. Fucking idiot.

He's been bullshitting around and trying to chat up girls. But I've made my point, he ducks his head and scurries off.

I'm scanning the crowd, looking for my men. 'Holy fucking shit.' I think to myself, not believing my eyes.

It's her. It's fucking her. The love of my life is here. Brielle is here.

I walk up to the waitress taking our order in VIP.

"Hey, see that girl, over there. The one laughing. 5'1, blonde....fucking gorgeous?" I ask her.

"The one in the black leather skirt?" She responds.

"Yes her. Please send them the best champagne you have and inform their waiter that her and her friend's drinks are on someone else tonight."

Within 5 minutes, the waiter is serving them. I see her freeze. I see her look around, searching. She knows I'm here.

Fuck, I want to give this girl the fucking world. The least I can do is buy her champagne and drinks. Especially since she's having a hard time finding a job. (Yes I've been checking on her).

She goes off on her own, towards the bathroom and I can't help myself. I've got to at least try to talk to her. Only if it's just to hear her raspy voice one more time.

"Zander, take over for a second," I order my second in command. He nods and takes over watch.

Fighting my way through the crowd of this god-awful place, I walk towards her.

I see her walking not paying attention, and soon it's just like the moment in NYC when she ran into me and split coffee all over her sexy little body. She runs straight into me. And all words are lost as I breath out her name.

"Can we talk? Please" I beg. I've never begged in my whole entire life. But I would do anything for her, including looking weak.

"I'm here with a friend, I can't just leave her." Brielle's voice delights my ears.

"How about tomorrow? We could have brunch. You love brunch," I insist knowing this girl loves her mimosas.

She laughs and bits her lip before speaking, "okay. But all questions are allowed and you have to answer me honestly."

I smile at my girl's demands. "Of course."

"Yooooo Lars!!!! Look how much fucking money I'm holding right now?!" That annoying new kid, David, all of a sudden interrupts Brielle and my moment.

'Keep your cool Lars, keep your fucking cool. Do not scare Brielle,' I demand of myself.

I plaster on a fake patient face, "yeah, David. I see it. Now go be a good boy and give it to Zander."

I hear Brielle's brilliant giggle and butterflies (yes butterflies) flutter in my stomach.

"I'll text you details later," I say, kissing the top of her head.

Biting her lip, she nods.

I turn to go back to work. Of course, I'll be here until Brielle leaves safely.

'Yep, I'm going to kill that stupid fucking son of a bitch Camden ,' I think to myself as I walk back towards the VIP section.