PROLOGUE

Tapping my fingers lazily on the countertop I waited patiently for the bartender to bring me my cocktail even when what I really needed was that beer. But I had to remain sane.

Since I had the leisure of time I looked around the part of the bar I never visited because if I was here at any other time my purse would be ripped and yet I won’t be able to afford getting in. The blue neon lights were nearly blinding but it screamed rich in every corner. Even the drinks were double my salary. There were men in suits all around and so many women looking like models floating from one table to another. There was literally a waitress/waiter at everyone’s side and even they looked mighty rich. Overwhelming much?

Yeah no doubt! But I had a job to do and not a one that I am fond of. Period.

“Can I buy you a drink?” I looked at the man well more like a boy take a seat next to me. His blonde mop stuck to his forehead with cute sparkly black eyes but the leather jacket and the flashy chain on his neck spoke words. Highschooler. Typical bad boy! Rich parents. Spoilt. Womanizer and the list continues. His eyes were stuck to my chest making me groan in annoyance. I knew wearing this dress was going to be bite me in the ass but it was needed to remain conspicuous.

What I really want to do is to remove my strappy heels and wear my pajamas. And then maybe get some wine and watch a sappy romantic movie for the night. I felt my lips stretch into a smile feeling the relaxation in my head but the hand on my bare thigh brought me back.

“Sorry but I have a boyfriend.” I said giving him a smile that wasn’t entirely honest. I took, more like forcefully pulled his fingers away from my thigh and left it on his lap. Can’t he find someone of his age?

“That is really disappointing,” he paused. Bored I blew a raspberry earning me a chuckle from my neighbor. I took my drink and placed my card for the man to run through the machine. According to me it is a free drink since it is being paid by the she-devil.

“I am waiting for your name baby.” Oh! He is still here. Slapping my palm against my forehead I looked at him and tried to speak as politely as I could.

“Name’s Monkey but like I said not interested and remember boyfriend.” He doesn’t expect me to give him my real name does he?

He chuckled and let his eyes wander throughout me while all I want was to smack his head. “Brad. Where is he?” he thinks I am lying but I got no proof…

“Don’t you think it is late? Correct me if I am wrong but you probably have class tomorrow?” He snickered again but also realizing I am way older than him.

“Seriously where is your ‘boyfriend’ and that is if he is actually there?” okay pe*verted 18 year old Blondie is starting to irk me. I pointed my hand far away to the man sitting a little far away from where we sat but definitely in our sight.

“We got into a fight but I am going to go and talk to him and make it okay after all my unborn baby needs a papa.” I said sugar coating each word as if it was not a lie and it worked. His eyes widen and looked at my flat belly before scampering off to his friends on the other side handing them fifty dollars each.

Too bad he lost his bet.

I looked back at the man I had pointed and slowly got up from my seat when I saw a girl with the least clothing I had ever seen slide onto his lap but he made no complaints. His chocolate brown locks all gelled back and his ripped body showing perfectly through that white shirt he wore. Snap! Clicked right when she leaned in to whisper in his ear.

I was too busy in my thoughts that I didn’t see him get up and walk towards me. Shit! He can’t see me. I turned my back away from him and pretended to scroll through my messages.

Dave: Where are you hon? Did you forget about dinner?

How exactly do you tell your boyfriend that you are stalking another man in a bar when he is being a nice boyfriend and just wants to have dinner with you?

Me: Sorry at work. Had to stay in late. Very busy. See you tomorrow. Sorry.

I send a few sad emojis and thankfully he said it was okay.

Now time to get more pictures. I turned quickly hoping they didn’t leave by now but lucky me as soon as turned I hit a hard chest and my drink spilled all over the man’s chiseled chest.

“Sorry I wasn’t paying attention.” I said looking up but regretting it immediately. His chocolate eyes almost the same shade as his hair slightly widen in realization but it soon turned to anger.

“Do you have to fu*king spill something on me every time we meet, plonker?” Mr. Dominic whisper yelled. Or maybe really loudly yelled but I heard it as a whisper among all the music in the bar.

Fu*k my life!