Frowned Upon In This Establishment นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The owner of the tavern creased his eyebrow as a deep frown wrinkled his face further. "Do you have a problem with me????" He growled in an intimidating manner as he looks straight at the man staring at him. The reason why it was rare for the owner of the tavern to be seen out in the public was because of his oversensitive personality. He was a good guy, yes. But he can also be easily offended by trivial matters.

Whores that have willingly and otherwise sold their cunts were on either side of the streets. The whole acre of land had a dark, gloomy atmosphere, due to the thick cloud of polluted hair that hung in the air. I loved it here. "Still the same old piece of shit place, wonder how it still exists," Frank said with disgust in his voice. I almost cracked up. Unlike Frank, I had learned to enjoy my hell. Right in the middle of Shacktown, stood a tall building that overlooked the whole acre of the landscape. It was a very wide and old building, it will take thousands of stairs to reach the top.

“That makes two of us.” He looks at my camera and raise a brow. For a second, something flickers across his face—surprise, maybe, or amusement. Then it’s gone. He leans closer, blue eyes pinning me, and lowers his voice further. “This place isn’t safe for you.” “I gathered that,” I say, nodding toward the wreckage of the table. “Not exactly the friendliest Yelp review.” His mouth twitches, almost a smile. Almost. “Stay out of it.”

Couldn't have that happening. “Nice place this is” I said, smiling at him. He frowned deeper then rested his huge hands that could easily swat me away on the counter. “Never seen you around here” He said, getting straight to the point. “I didn't think you took attendances” I retorted with a roll of the eyes. Not a good move. He muttered something under his breath and huffed at me. “You're a new face anyways… what are you doing here? Not many of your caliber come here” He said, looking me over.

This side of town was notorious for its high crime rate and a hovel for rogue wolves. Opposite me was a broken down floral shop, the letters inscripted on its glass windows fading. Two doors down, a group of boys were gathered in a circle, trading something I couldn't see. I looked up and saw a sign, swinging on its hinges, declaring that the building behind me was "Hugo's Unisex Barbershop." "Hey!" A raspy voice called, and I gave a large start and turned around. An elderly man was walking towards me, his brows furrowed in annoyance.

The smile on Aiden's face turned downwards and his friends' grins were replaced by confused expressions, but still enjoyed this new development of events nevertheless. What in the name of fuck is this?

" Everyone kept quiet and Beatrice look bored from the whole thing. Alex held an apologetic look and I suddenly felt stupid for wasting my precious time to impress this horrible woman only to be embarrassed in front of everyone. Everyone has their gaze on me. Everyone! She was yelling so loud at Alex that it got everyone's attention. I tried to walk away as calm as I can but the shame wouldn't let me. I can't cry, not right here, not right now. I stand still as I glare back at the woman standing right in front of me with pure hatred. "What are you staring at whore?" "Listen, woman, just because you are rich and all doesn't give you the right to talk down on anyone."

I frowned deeply. “What the hell are you doing here?”

I glanced up at him and he was staring down at me with a frown. “Scarlett” He muttered and I frowned. Why did he always seem so angry to see me?...