The Bartender's Advice

Chapter 43

The Bartender's Advice 

Damian POV

Even in my drunken state, I still had to get that advice. After all, that was the main reason why I shared everything with this unknown bartender, or should I say bar owner. He looked at me for a while and smirked. 

“No, I don't think you are doing the right thing. I think you should open up to Amara. Tell her everything you feel. Tell her how you want everything to be. If you keep acting all calm and bold and all egoistic, feeling like you are more than the way you are, you might lose her again. From the look of it, it seems like she has so many people who are ready to die for her. At least be the one to be a little bit different and do modern dying for her. That would make perfect sense, right?” 

He said to me as I laughed. 

“You. You are very, very, very right, and I like that about you. You make everything so perfect. I think I have to go home now and face my fears. Why do I call it fears? ...and face my ridiculousness? I am the one pushing her away. I am the one not giving her a chance, and I think it's time for me to give her that chance. I think it's time for me to make her understand how much I want her. Thank you so much,” I said to him as I tried standing up. 

Even though I was so f*cking drunk, I was just staggering around. I don't even know how I'm going to get home, but I am going to get home. I stood in front of my car, my hands folded straight, wiggling back and forth, going sideways. 

“I know I can't drive in a situation like this. I am too drunk.” 

I brought out my phone, and the first thing I did was call my driver. He picked up instantly as I placed the phone on my ear while opening my car, and I sat down in the passenger seat. 

“Find me. I don't know where I am, find my location. Come and get me please. I'm so drunk and I need to get home fast,” I said to him as he seemed a bit taken aback. 

“Mr. Damian drunk? Are you sure I'm talking to Mr. Damian now? I've never seen a situation where you got drunk and need me to drive you,” he said as I hissed loudly. 

“Why do you care? Why do you want to know more than that? You don't need to know more. Just come and get me please. I am already frustrated, and I don't want to lose my chance now. This is the only time I can do what I have in mind,” I said and ended the call. 

I did not know what happened next, but I know I had a knock on my windshield. I looked at the side; I saw the driver. It was already raining heavily, and he had an umbrella above his head. 

“Sir, I have been knocking for a while now. I think you slept off,” he said to me as I opened the door for him. 

He rushed to the other side of the driver's seat and sat down, looking at me a bit concerned. 

“Is everything okay, Mr. Damian?” he said as I groaned. 

“Don't ask me, don't ask me. Take me home,” I said frustrated as he nodded and started the engine, immediately driving me straight into the busy and rainy night. 

I rested my head, enjoying the cool AC and how the tequila had helped to calm my nerves and my thinking. Now I felt like I had no worries in the world, and that is exactly what I want, having no worries at all. 

I soon got home, and he opened the door for me, trying to assist me as I raised my hands in the air. 

“No, you don't have to help me. I can actually get inside on my own. I don't need you to drive me because I don't want a situation whereby I would be charged for having any accident or driving drunk,” I said and opened my hand for my key as he placed it there. 

I staggered my way back into the house, and there she was in all her glory, staring at me innocently. 

“Amara, can we talk?” I said as she chuckled. 

“You. You look drunk. I have never actually seen you drunk before. What happened?” she said as I shrugged and took my seat, tapping the space beside me. 

“Join me,” I said to her as she wasted no time in taking her seat. 

“I am so sorry for what I said in the court and how I turned everything around. It's just that you never wanted to help me. You never showed any sign of wanting to help me, and then you just showed up there, sitting there with no emotions, doing nothing. It seemed like you came to threaten me or came to tell me that I would not win back my inheritance, and then you burst my bubble by telling me you knew I about the secret inheritance, hurt more than anything. How could you do that? How could you betray me in such a way? I feel like that was a betrayal,” she said as I laughed. 

“I never planned on keeping it from you. I never planned on keeping so many things from you. But I don't know. I have something else. I have a reason why I tried to distance myself from you. I thought if I stayed away from you, it would help,” I began, but there was the way she looked at me, like she had heard these words before, like she had known where exactly I was going. 

“What do you want to say? Exactly? What exactly do you want to say, Damian?” she questioned as I smiled flatly. 

“That I care for you. That I want another chance. I want another chance with you. Please, Amara, do this one thing for me and give me just one more chance,” I pleaded as she laughed, standing up. 

“This is it. This is just enough. All I need from you guys is your help. But it seems as though you guys are not even concentrating on that. It's like you guys don't know what I'm passing through, what I have passed through, and what I want, or desire to prove. All you guys know is having feelings. Do you think feelings are going to solve everything? Is it because I am in your apartment, right? Fine. I'm going to leave now,” she said, and before I could understand what was going on, she had already stormed away. 

“God, she's going to leave. The bartender was foolish. His advice was so f*cked up. What did I just do?”

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