I Was Point Blank Foolish

NOELLE 

Holyshit! I said yes.

I freaking said yes and I was kissing this man.

He tasted like spice and sugar, or was it wine.

Who on earth was this guy?

First the big rock on my finger , his expensive ocean cologne maybe Dior or some highly exalted brand and then he kisses me?

For the love of me!

I was beginning to think he was some sort of poser or a robber, or maybe he stole from a pawn shop but then pawn shops don't have these kinds of diamonds these days.

Or a con man?

Whatever! He kissed well. The best I'd ever had. 

Clayton didn't kiss me this way.

Our kiss came to an abrupt halt when Clayton pushed this gentle waiter who had just given me something to be proud of.

He grabbed my arm tightly, the waiter made an attempt to step in but I signalled him not to.

“Is this what you do now? You've been cheating on me?” 

My pulse picked up momentum, I could hear it in my ears, rage came over me, from the depths I didn't even know I had.

“Take your filthy hands off me Clayton” I said between clenched teeth.

There was nothing to be ashamed about

That was the only warning I gave him before I slapped him hard across his face.

Vivian rushed towards him. “You bitch!” She glared at me.

I laughed. “I? The bitch?! Cut me some slack, will ya? Christ!”

Satisfaction I had never felt washed through me and bubbled in my throat, I laughed. 

I rubbed my temple before turning to catch the waiter smiling at me, impressed and biting his lower lip.

He mutters ‘that's my girl' and my determination ran over.

I grabbed the half empty glass of wine on the nearest table— there was a glass of water but that wouldn't do it for me so I went with the wine. 

I began stalking towards them.

“I was going to keep this private Clay but you dared to insult my character in front of all these beautiful diners when you in fact are the biggest scum of all time.” I chuckled. 

“And you Vivian? Best friend of the year accepting a ring from my lifetime boyfriend.” I laughed. “Did you know Clayton and I went to the same kindergarten all the way into college?” I looked at the diners now turned audience for this Oscar winning performance.

I did in fact feel slightly woozy, not all the way drunk and I truly hoped I would remember this. 

They kept walking backwards the more I stepped towards them.

I enjoyed the look in their eyes, the disbelief.

Of course who could've thought I was anything but nice, sweet and considerate, stupid synonyms for stupid persons, for fools like myself.

I read somewhere that being kind was different from being nice, a nice person always was a fool.

I was both nice and kind which equals stupidity.

“And then you fucking call me a cheat?” 

I held the wine glass up as though I wanted to splash it over his suit and her white dress but I held back, curling my fingers tight around the glass stem.

Pain suffocated my chest and my throat hurt from it. I felt my chest breaking into pieces, like someone was playing darts with my heart. I couldn't keep my tears away any longer.

“You're smiling, you love her loudly, you fucking brought her to a restaurant I introduced you too and proposed to her the day I always wished to be proposed to.” 

I turned around, “oh god.” I muttered. 

“Vivian, how did you even do this?” I checked again, “it's just so funny…sorry.” I was laughing again. “I mean…When did you guys fall in love?”

I was crying hard, didn't even know I was.

Warmth spread over my body like a fur coat during winter. It was the waiter, he was holding me by the waist, gentle and cautious.

“Come on baby.” He said, guiding me with one hand outside the restaurant and the other yanking off his apron.

It was role play so him calling me baby didn't irk me.

“Won't Ben query you for leaving your workplace?” I asked once we were outside.

He stared at me for a second before blooming into a beautiful smile, the brightest I had ever seen, so bright it stunned my tears dry.

He winced, “he might even fire me.” He smiled again then put a coat over my shoulders, he had grabbed it on our way out.

“How do you know my name?” I leaned against a car— a whole ass Maybach, I knew nothing about cars but we'd be toast if the owner sees peasants and sedan riders leaning against an almighty Maybach.

He came over and stood right by me resting his elbow against the. 

It was cold outside but it felt warm as he stood so close to me. I was glad we had left the chaos in there and came out, my heart still throbbed but this waiter with the boyish smile and beautiful gait was like a God sent band aid otherwise my heart would spill out.

“You come in every other Wednesday night to have a Pesto pasta and a side of Basil dip and large fries.”

I gasped with my mouth open “Stop!” I slapped his arm lightly. 

“Stop!” I laughed, “Why do you know that?”

He winced, rubbing his arm with an exaggerated pain.

“you asked how I knew your name.” 

We laughed, short lived, Clayton and Vivain burst out of the restaurant bickering at each other and I was sad again.

I looked away from them as they drove away, the waiter still watched on until they were long gone from the driveway.

The warmth of his gaze settled on my cheeks and I looked in his direction. 

“Don't look at me like that.” I looked away, biting hard on my bottom lip to keep the tears under lock and key.

He nudged me but I was unable to look him in the eyes without feeling like a pathetic loser who failed woefully at love. Not to think that he knew damn well why I reserved the table tonight.

“Hop in, let's go have a drink.” He said.

This was a typical story, the kind where the hero has a one night stand. He wanted to rail me but I had no idea why I was so cool about it. Maybe his charm… or his scent or the way his brown hair made his green eyes pop, his chiseled jaw and pristine white teeth.

Goodness! His kiss, he kissed like the uni bad boy, the ones in cheeky movies with wannabe drug and sex addicts.

There was enough to bribe me, I was just a girl and bad boys bring heaven to girls like me.

The Maybach chimed with a soft click, the lights blinked. 

Did he?... 

Did he just unlock the car?

Was he a thief, was this a car heist?

He opened the Maybach. 

How much was Ben paying his employees?

I turned to him, agape, I gasped. 

“What are you?” I couldn't help it.

He laughed and opened the car door for me.

I wasn't gold digging but what were the odds that I would end up in the arms of a secret billionaire after getting jilted.

For the love of me! The universe must have auditioned me for a comedy show.

Taking my hand in his and planting a kiss on it.

“Get in my lady.” He said with a courtesy bow like the noble me

I was sold, taken. Take me, just for tonight, I'm in.