Chapter 8 — The stranger in the bar.

Diana’s POV

I tried to look inside for the key. Maybe I could borrow the car for a while and use it to drive back to Ciara's, but the car key wasn't there.

One thing I was grateful for was the tinted glass the car had. It made it hard for anyone outside to see me.

I heard someone approaching. I lay on the seat, wishing it would open up and swallow me. The next thing I heard was a tap on the window screen.

Followed by the sound of the driver seat opening.

"Hello"

I exhaled when I recognised the voice to be the voice of Raphael.

"Is this your car?" I asked

"Yes it is my car" He replied firmly

"I’m sorry, I didn’t know... I will come down now," I said, gripping the door handle. Just as I was about to push the door open, the lock clicked shut.

"I didn't say you should leave."

"I am sorry, I just wanted to leave...,"

"I understand," he said staring at me.

His gaze was searching.

There was something about him; it felt like I had seen him somewhere before, but I couldn't remember.

He came out of the driver's seat.

I thought he was going back to the party, but then the left side door of the passenger seat suddenly opened, and there he was, sitting right next to me in a very awkward position.

He pulled me close, his breath hot on my skin, "pretending not to recognise me, huh?" He murmured against my shoulder.

Recognise him?

Was I supposed to?

"I don't understand what you are saying"

"Hmmm, I see, playing hard to get right, you want me to remind you?" He asked his gaze still fixed on mine.

I tried to evade, but he wouldn't let me; he kept following my gaze.

"That night, at the bar, the crazy drunk lady who approached me? Doesn't it ring a bell?"

"Bar? Drunk? Night?" I muttered under my breath. "Oh my gosh!" I exclaimed.

FLASHBACK

"Ciara, Ciara, open the door", I yelled.

Immediately I left Marcel, I rushed to Ciara's.

"Hey baby girl, what's up? Why are you here? Shouldn't you be resting?" Ciara bombarded me with questions.

"Are you going to let me in or keep me outside until I answer all your questions?" I said my voice laced with anger.

"Hey come on sis, I am sorry, please come in"

She opened the door to her home widely gesturing for me to go in.

I did.

I sank on the couch in her living room.

"What's wrong with you?"

"I just broke up with Marcel" I blurted out

"You did what!" She exclaimed

"You heard me clearly," I said unenthusiastically

"But why? What happened?"

"He's seeing Serena now"

"What, Serena? The Serena? your parent's daughter?"

"Yeah, that Serena"

"How did you find out about it?"

"Social media" I replied softly.

"How come I haven't seen it?" Ciara asked pacing around her living room.

"That's because it was my mother who posted it."

"What, it's gone that far?"

"Apparently," I said raising my hands in frustration.

I sat up. "Can you believe that I saw an earring and an open condom box fall out of his pocket? I asked him why they were there, but he didn't reply. He just ignored me."

"Oh my gosh, he's been doing it for how long?"

"How do you expect me to know that Ciara I just found out today, so what do you think,"

Ciara exhaled, "I think what you need right now is a good party."

I smiled "Definitely." I replied.

"Come on, let's get dressed," Ciara said, pulling me out of the bed.

We got to the party and then went straight to the wine cellar.

"I need something strong" I ordered

"Something strong?" The bartender asked winking at me.

"Ew, gross, I don't mean that?" I said pointing at his zippers

Ciara laughed hysterically.

"Oh okay, I get you, Ms", the bartender said smiling.

He was cute, though, but he wasn't my kind of guy.

He brought the drink, opened it, and poured it into a glass.

"Fill it up" I ordered

The bartender looked at me and then at Ciara "You heard her, fill it up "

I grabbed the glass and downed all of its contents once.

"Slow down, princess", Ciara said, laughing hysterically.

"Can you believe that idiot, threw away seven years, all my efforts, all my plans."

I signalled the bartender to pour me another.

"I thought there's supposed to be a party, why is there no loud music around here " I asked looking around

"That's because it's not your regular kind of party."

"I am going to find someone right here, right now" I blurted out

"What?"

"Marcel doesn't know what he's losing, and to prove that I am going to find myself a man right here in this bar."

"You know you don't have to prove anything to me," Ciara said

"I know I don't m, but I have to do this for me,"

I scanned the bar, looking for someone who would suit my taste, someone who is at least close to my kind of spec.

After scanning for a while, I finally spotted him; he was just entering the bar, and he was wearing a sleek red-fitted long-sleeve polo That accentuated the structure of his upper body.

"Damn" I muttered

"What's wrong?" Ciara asked

"I found him," I said smiling.

He was well-built with a perfectly shaped face. With the body of a Greek God.

I waited till he settled down at the rear end of the bar.

I stood up from my seat, and I almost fell. But Ciara helped me.

I walked majestically to where he was, and without asking if I could join him, I pulled out the other chair. "Hello, handsome,"

He raised his head briefly and then looked back down almost immediately.

I felt slightly hurt but I wasn't giving up. "Are you single?"

He dropped his glass of wine and leaned back on his chair, arms folded. "Yes, why."

I adjusted My chair closer to his "Let's mingle" I blurted out

Before he could reply, I immediately locked lips with his, I was about to pull back when I felt him pull me closer.

I could hear surprise sounds from Ciara.

Breaking the kiss gently, he said "You are drunk"

"Am I?" I laughed hysterically.

Ciara came to drag me away "I am so sorry, she's drunk"

"What's your name?" He asked

"You don't need to know my name," I said calmly

"Why?"

"Because our paths wouldn't cross again", I said, winking at him.

BACK TO PRESENT.

I leaned backwards, away from him, from the awkward position we were in, my hands covering my mouth as I remembered that we had met before.

"Do you know what's the best way to get revenge on your ex?" He asked.