This day can't get any worse.
I decide to get a drink. I don't go with any of my friends because they're not as miserable as I am at the moment and because it's a weekday. Every normal adult has a job.For the first night in a long while, I leave Lucas in the care of a babysitter and I go to a club. I'm still putting on my attire from earlier, the black and white outfit. But immediately after I step into the club, I bump into an intoxicated girl who spills her drink all over my white shirt.As if that's not bad enough, she gets frantic trying to clean off the stain. I end up pleading with her to stop apologizing since she's not helping.That should deter me, but it doesn't. I really need that drink. I need to drown out my situation in alcohol. I need to forget about everything for a night, so it doesn't come crashing on me full force later on.So, I just swallow all I'm feeling, visit the ladies' room, remove my shirt and try to wash out the drink stain from it. Since I have no way to dry it out, I just put it back on, a wet patch now being an accessory on the plain white shirt.At this point, I don't even care if I look like a crazy person. I'm too desperate for that drink. I take a seat at the bar, blocking out the happy people dancing around me. I'm sure they have problems of their own, but for a fleeting moment, I wish my life was more like theirs; happy and carefree."Scotch on the rocks," I tell the bartender and he gestures for the cash. I go to dip my hand in my pockets before realizing that my clothing was pocket free. "Fucking hell." Embarrassed, I pat myself down, hoping to find a clutch of some sort. I don't. I knew I wouldn't. I don't remember carrying a clutch with me. Why didn't I think of this before entering the club?I'm about to cancel the order and go on my not-so-merry way back to my house when a stranger speaks. "Put it on my tab."The bartender nods and immediately starts making my drink. I'm not in the mood to socialize today, but I can't be rude. He just paid for my drink. "Thanks," I tell him. He doesn't reply. I sneak a glance at him and he's staring at me. I clear my throat and blurt, "I don't usually do this.""Do what?" His deep voice draws my attention to his appearance. His hair is a mixture of dirty blonde and light brown. His eyes are bright blue. When I look more closely, I realize there are gold rings around his irises and his eyes change color with the angle and shade of the lighting. Right now, his eyes look green. "Show up to clubs with a half-wet shirt in hopes a man will buy you a drink?"My whole body flushes; my face, my ears, even my neck. I've never been this embarrassed in my life. I've never been this vulnerable to embarrassment. Damn you, Shawn. You just have to ruin my life, don't you?Maybe, I'm overreacting. Maybe, he hasn't ruined my life, but it sure feels like it. I now find myself doing things I haven't done before. Experiencing things I'd never experienced before getting fired."Hey, hey, I'm joking." He assures me just as the bartender drops my drink in front of me. I finish it all in one go. The man beside me gestures for the bartender to make another one. "Or maybe, I'm not." I narrow my eyes at him and he laughs. "Okay, fine, I am joking. What'd you mean though?"What do I say? That I'm not usually unemployed and end up in bars because I can't find a job? My cheeks heat up again. "Nothing." I dismiss, not wanting to embarrass myself even further."Why won't you tell?"It's a silly question, especially for someone I've known for two minutes. I don't even know his name. I can tell he's sincere though. He actually wants to know what I was talking about. "I'm not drunk enough.""If you want me to buy you more drinks, just say it." He teases, managing to embarrass me with every word that exits his mouth. Is it a talent? I shouldn't feel like this. I'm a strong independent woman. I'm a mother of an amazing boy. A few words from an unknown man shouldn't change my body color to the color of red wine. Okay, is the first drink already kicking in?"I'll pay you back," I assure him and I mean it. "I'll pay you back every penny."He seems even more amused by this statement, watches as the bartender drops the next drink before me, and stares, entranced as I drink every last drop of it. "That'll mean you'll see me again. Are you hoping I ask for your number?"I groan in frustration. "You're getting it all wrong.""Am I?" He asks. "Tell me what's right then.""I came here to forget about my day. The past month rather, not pour it all to a stranger."I'm starting to feel the effects of the alcohol. My words are a little more slurred. And I don't even get mad thinking about my past shitting month. Hell, I don't even think about the details of the month. I just know that it was shitty. Still is."Will you tell me if I'm not a stranger?""Huh?" He seems strangely interested in my life. It's been a long I had that. After Lucas' dad, I've never been interested in anyone. I've never had the time to meet someone and have them interested in me or my life. It's kind of a new feeling. It's quite refreshing."I'm Gabriel."I blink stupidly, repeating the word, "Huh?"Gabriel smiles. "You're sure you aren't drunk enough yet? Because from the looks of things…" He trails off, leaving me to fill in the blanks in the sentence. How can I have forgotten that I'm a lightweight? That's also another reason why I barely drink. I have a few bottles of wine in the cabinet, but I only take half a glass a day."Why are you interested?" I think out loud. Despite the fact that it's nice for someone to be interested in my life, I'm still curious.For the first time, his smile falters. I watch him as it falls, but he picks it right back, keeping it in place so fast I begin to wonder if the frown I saw is a figment of my imagination. "I think it's more exciting to hear about someone else's life than to think about mine."My heart aches for him. I'm probably in the worst place of my life at the moment, but even if he tried to avoid it, he just sounded so… sad and broken. I nip at my lip before asking a deep yet vague question. "Bad day or bad month?"Gabriel laughs. His laugh is anything but happy. It's like I'm forcing him to relieve all the things he's gone through. "Bad life."My eyes snap to his at the harshness of his voice and the intensity of his eyes hold me there. The color of his eyes keeps changing, I can't keep up.I can see myself in his eyes. My hair is frazzled, but that's probably because I've run my hand through it one too many times today. I remember my own problems. I remember we were both trying not to think about our lives. That's why we're both here. In a club on a weekday. I wonder if he works a nine-to-five job. I wonder if he has job opportunities.How desperate have I become? Hoping the handsome stranger I just met will have a connection that'll somehow provide me with a job.It's not all that far-fetched though. He looks like he has a good status with the way he carries himself with elegance and gracefulness. His teasing is careful and he doesn't cross the line. His suit looks expensive and he just seems sophisticated. Maybe, he came here straight from work?"So, I was just a distraction?"Gabriel appreciates my subject change. I don't do it for him though. Well, I don't do it just for him, but for me as well. "I'm also distracting you from your problems right now, aren't I?"I chuckled. He is right. I guess we're both distracting each other from the truth of our realities. "Touche.""We can distract each other a lot this night." Gabriel winks. I know he isn't talking about anything sexual, but I still blush. This is what I suffer for getting a pale complexion. Any tiny reaction is visible. "What's your name?" He asks like he's surprised we've been talking all this while and he still doesn't know my name."Aria," I tell him. "Aria Jennings.""Okay, Aria Jennings." Gabriel smiles. "Will you like to play a game?""A game?""Yes, a game." He smiles. "Are you in?"I don't have to think about it for too long. I'm interested in whatever he has to do. "Sure."Gabriel nods delightfully. "I know you said you're trying to forget your problems, but you know how ranting helps ease the pressure you're feeling?" He doesn't wait for me to answer as he keeps speaking. "Well, I was thinking we should tell each other why exactly we came to this bar. After all, we're not gonna see each other again, are we?"I mull over it for a moment. I haven't had any time to rant to my friends because they're all so busy with their work life and their families. It will be nice to let everything out. And what better person to talk to than a stranger? "On one condition."He smiles widely. He knows he's gotten me already. "Anything."My lips twitch up in a smile. Maybe, he's not just eager to learn about me. Maybe, he also wants someone to talk to. "You first."For the second time this night, I see his smile fall, and like bef
I wake up the next morning with a bad case of hangover. I'd forgotten how annoying hangovers were.Luckily for me, the babysitter is still present and she helps prepare Lucas for school.I don't get up until I hear a knock on the door. I groan. "Don't come in."The person comes in anyway and I open my eyes slowly when I hear the light footsteps coming toward me. It's Lucas. "Hi, mommy."I sigh internally, hoping he doesn't ask questions that I can't give the answer to. "Hi, baby.""I picked out my outfit myself." He grins proudly. He's putting on a grey undershirt, grey shorts, and a blue striped flannel shirt, complemented with his blue converse. I chuckle. He does have an eye for good things."You did, didn't you?"Lucas frowns at my lack of enthusiasm and peers down at me. "Are you sick?""Something like that. Don't worry, I'll be okay."He looks at me like he doesn't believe me and leans down to place a kiss on my forehead. "Feel better."I can't help but smile at the gesture. Eve
I am in shock. I am riddled with shock. I can't even move my feet further.My mouth falls open at the sight before me. When I inputted the address of Double H Tech into my GPS, I didn't think it would take me to this place.Heather told me they were big, but they aren't big. They are huge. I can't even try to guess the number of floors in the building, but I know it is over twenty, and it isn't just a square building. It is curved so it is U-shaped."Close your mouth. You'll attract flies."I snap my mouth shut, looking beside me, my eyes falling on a woman the same height as me. When I take her form in though, I realize her heels are a lot higher than mine.She has wavy blonde hair and sharp green eyes. Her makeup is perfectly done, accentuating the color of her eyes and she's putting on a dress that hugs her body and stops at her mid-thigh. It is the perfect combination of classy and sexy. I envy her."What are you doing here?" She asks, probably realizing I'm definitely not a clien
"Me." He replies unblinking. I don't know what to say. I look at him from head to toe. He's dressed in a three-piece suit and his tie is in place, unlike the last time I saw him. His hair is jelled backward and his eyes are a perfect mix of blue and green. He has a tattoo on his left middle finger that I didn't notice the night before. It's the drawing of a crown. I wonder what it means.Gabriel hums, the sound bringing my eyes back to his face. I watch as his eyes trail appreciatively across my body. "At least, you're not wearing a half-wet shirt this time.""What the fuck?" I ask, standing up from the chair. He watches me, amused, and arches an eyebrow. "I asked you if we would see again!"I don't know why that exits my mouth, but it already has and I can do anything to change it. "It depends." He repeats what he told me."Well, I didn't plan to see you again like this.""How would you rather see me?""I don't know, but definitely not with you handing over a job on a fucking silver
Gabriel Hernsburg. That's who I'm working for. After making a few inquiries, I find out that Hernsburg stands for one of the H(s) in Double H Tech. I don't know what the other one means, and neither do the staff as well."Morning, Grayson." I greet him as I walk past him and he flashes me a handsome smile in return. When I was leaving the other day, he asked me if I was officially a staff here, and was happy to hear that the answer is positive.I still don't know how to feel about that by the way.When I reach the elevator, I see that someone else is already standing and waiting for it. It's the bitchy woman from the last time.She sees me too, but she doesn't acknowledge my presence. Only when we both enter the elevator and I don't press a button after her does she scoff in contempt. "Of course, you're also on the fifteenth floor."I shake my head. "Hello to you too, stranger.""It's Nessa!" She snaps like I actually care what her name is. "I'm Aria. Nice to meet you."I hold back
"I'm fucking tired."Gabriel looks up at my entrance, somehow not seeming surprised to see me. "Aria," he muses, dropping his pen on the document before him. "What did I say about your foul mouth?""Fuck that and fuck this.""Fuck what exactly?""This!" I snap, waving my arms wound to emphasize my point. "All of this. I can't work where I'm not welcome. I'd like to terminate my contract, please."My dilemma seems like entertainment to him. He stands up from his chair, making me take a step back involuntarily. He expels a chuckle, but doesn't stop as he rounds his table, coming to a stop in front of it, and leaning back against it. "It's your first day.""And my last."He arches a sharp eyebrow that has me momentarily pausing to admire his perfectly shaped brow. My eyes run across his face, his almond-shaped eyes, his slightly pointed nose, his pretty ass lips, his angular face, and his sharp jawline, and I marvel at how someone can be so perfect. God really has a favorite. I'm about t
I try to stop Gabriel, but he's so much stronger than me and my pulling doesn't seem to faze him. Instead, he's pulling me along with him."Gabriel!" I try to plead with him."Mr. Hernsburg." He corrects unfailingly, not even pausing in his steps to look at me.When he enters the elevator, I follow suit. I thought I was stubborn until I met this man who seems to always have his way. "Why are you doing this?"He gives me a side glance. "You don't even know what I'm doing."I pause as he turns to look straight ahead. He's right. I don't know what he's about to do, but I know it won't help my reputation. I open my mouth to keep protesting but shut it back when I realize that my attempts will be futile.Instead, I take a minute to appreciate his side profile. His nose looks pointier and his jawline looks sharper, but maybe, that's just because he's quite angry.I don't realize we've reached the fifteenth floor until I hear the ping of the elevator stopping. There's chatter on the other si
Gabriel can be a dick.What he did on my first day was enough to ruin my reputation, but that didn't stop him from calling me into his office every fucking day and I've already been working here for more than two months.He usually doesn't have any legit reason to call me up, but he always does and everyone knows that he does yet there's nothing I can do about it.I can only obey him since he's my boss and I don't want to lose my job, despite not liking the circumstances which I got them."Are you even listening to me?" "Hmm?" I ask Belle distractedly."Yeah, she's not listening to you," Marcus concludes.Marcus is the man that told me to go on with my presentation on the first day. Luckily, he didn't have anything against me, so it was easy for us to become friends.Apart from Belle and Marcus, there are two other people in our little group. One of them is Stacy, Belle's friend from another department. She's kind of a female tech bro down to the cute huge glasses on her face that ar