CHAPTER 16

RAYMOND

I sat in the dimly lit room, drowning myself in Alcohol, my thoughts were blank, not thinking about anything in particular, unbothered by the storm that was threatening to pull down the walls bar.

“Another one,” I called out to the bartender as I gulped down the mixture, feeling the burning sensation as it rushed down my throat.

He gave me a long hard stare and raised her brow.

“Mr Raymond, I'm sorry, I can't,”

She replied and kept on cleaning the glass cup she was holding.

“Your reason if I may ask?” I replied, with anger brewing inside of me.

Who does she think she is to deny me a drink? I muttered.

“You have taken a lot of shots and yes, you look drunk,” She replied, as her gaze was firmly fixed on me.

There was something about the way she spoke that caught my attention.

It was her audacity, and I honestly had to spill these words.

“You fucking bitch!”

I exclaimed as I tried to stand but staggered a little and fell with a sickening thud on the floor.

“How dare you sa