A Taste of Whiskey

-Hey Boss..
Speaking of regular.. I turn to see him leaning against the counter trying to look annoyed, raising an eyebrow at me. I smirk, finish the cocktail I was making, giving it to the waitress, before walking toward him.
-Evening Whiskey..
I greet him trying to hold my composure under his stare.
-On the rock or highball tonight?
That question made him lose his fake mister serious attitude to replace it by his "stupid" perfect smile that would make anyone melt on the spot..
-Highball.. You made me wait in line?
I chuckle starting his drink.
-C'mon, not like its cold and you wait what? 15 minutes?
He put his hand over his heart acting hurt.
-I'm here most of the night, I thought I would be one of your VIP! How could you do this to me?
I roll my eyes over his dramatic ass before putting his drink before him.

They both come from different world.
His is dark..
Hers is warm..
He's a playboy and she knows. She still enjoy their flirting game but what will happen if she let him win..

This is a romance story with a mafia background.
The Zee character is not related to the other stories. It's just a character I write in most my stories with.
---Trigger warning---
This story contain
-Sexual scene
-Vulgar language
-Physical abuse (I will put a warning at the start of the chapter that contain these)

**Disclaimer**

This story is pure fiction.
All charaster showing in this story and how they act are fully part of my imagination and not how the idols are in real life.
This is only for entertainment.