VIII
I remembered the night, my ex-boyfriend, Paulo, asked me to have a sex with him. I was tempted to say yes at the moment that question came out from his mouth, but I answered with a big no and left his room. I had this kind of principle in my life: sex after marriage.
After my rejection, we broke up the next morning. I felt devastated because I loved him so much, however, there was one thing crossed in my mind, he did not love me that much. If his heart was really mine, he could wait for the day I would be ready to have that act with him. He did not. It only meant that he only wanted my body, but not my heart and future with him.
When I finally came to my room, I started to pack my things. I slapped him, but he deserved it. He had no right to say those words in my face. Called me an old-fashioned, I did not care. I just wanted a respect from people around me. I wanted to get married first before everything else.
I did not notice Clarissa entered my room. I just heard her asking.
"What are you doing? Why are you packing your things?"
I looked at her while tears forming in my eyes. "I want to leave. He will fire me anyway."
"What?" she walked toward me, and held my arm, "You should sit down first, and let's talk about what happened in your meeting."
We sat on the edge of my queen size bed, and I started my story from the moment I entered his Highness' office. Clarissa just nodded as if it were the most normal thing happening in the entire history.
"You what?" she wrinkled her forehead, but shock could view of her face.
"I slapped him," fear, embarrassment and depression mixed in my tune.
She clapped her hands thrice and held my shoulder, "You're the best!" she exclaimed, "I wish I were there, seeing that bastard's face after your hand reached his handsome face!"
"You're still happy?" I sighed, "He will fire me!"
"No, he won't fire you," she assured, "I bet all my money for that."
"If he will fire me, give me your money."
"Oh sure," she smiled, "You know what, you are the only girl who hurt him physically. I'm a nagger, but I can't put my hands on him. I wish I can, but now, you're here to do that. Thank you."
"If ever he will forgive me, I won't hurt him again."
"What?!" she grimaced, "For sure, he will seduce you more and more until you permit him to do his expertise with you. If I were you, just slap or punch him."
"You sure that's okay?"
"Yes, at least his pride will go down three levels." She winked. "By the way we have a Monday bar night out here. You want to join us?"
"Is it always Friday?"
"No, we don't want Friday because a lot of people go to bars that day. So we do it every Monday."
"How about the hung over?"
"We can manage."
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Once we stepped inside the bar, loud music echoed in my eardrum. I almost covered my ears to protect it from exploding. The smell of beer, smoke, sweat, and perfume made its way to my nose, and I felt dizzy before we could sit at the nearest vacant table.
Clarissa sat on my left, while Katherine is in my right. Next to her was her former best friend, Jackie who had a blossoming relationship with Felton, one of three personal accountant of King Gregory. Robert was flirting with anyone including Clarissa. With him were Leo and Clarence, who were both personal accountants of the King.
Other accountants sat at the next table because the space was not enough to occupy all of us.
Someone served us glasses, which were contained different colors of liquid and strange odor mixed with air. I would puke any minute now, so I transferred my focus to another area of this high-class bar in England to prevent from emptying my stomach in a bad way.
If I were not mistaken, a pair of familiar green eyes locked with mine in a half second and got lost in the crowd. I did not know if that was Prince Alexander, but many people who had green eyes, not only him. I knew it was not him. I hope it's not him.
I stood on the ground before I could process what I had done and why I was doing it.
Clarissa entered the background by asking, "Where are you going?"
"I think, I see someone I knew, if you'll excuse me, I will talk to him for a few minutes," even me, I could not believe what I was saying. Where those words came from?
"Oh sure, be careful and enjoy your night," I smiled at her response.
I walked among the crowd who were dancing on the dance floor, and the crowd who were busy drinking their drinks in the respective tables. Even though it was Monday, there were uncountable people here, what if it was Friday and weekends, possibly there were no space for an ant to pass by.
I kept on searching until I realized who I was looking for: him. His dark blonde hair, which always tousled in different directions, his beautiful face and those mesmerizing green eyes. His tall and tough body that made me think of horny things every now and then.
When my feet ached because of my four-inch killer high hills, I concluded that he was not here. That was my mere imagination. Before, I could go back to our table; someone held my arm and pulled me.
I looked at a British man who got everything a girl wanted for his Mr. Right. His brown hair cut cleanly that fully showed his sharp features. His scent was a mixture of alcohol and masculine perfume. I looked at the depth of his dark eyes.
"Little girl, are you alone?" fear crept into my veins when I heard the deepness of his voice.
I looked at the right side of the bar where our table was located. However, it was lost right now. Every pulse of my body raged faster.
"You look matured in your sexy dress," he said when I did not reply to his question.
I wore a black half-foot short, white sleeveless blouse and nothing else. Katherine was the one who insisted it. I felt exposed and with this man dirty looks, I was thinking of taking a bath once I got home, and scrubbing myself roughly.
"Don't touch me," I murmured and pulled my arm out from his hand.
"Sorry," he said and put his attention to the bartender standing on the other side of the island, "Please give us two tequila."
"I don't drink," I told him, but it sounded I said it to me.
"Just try," he grinned toothily, "No bad in trying."
My eyes moved in every table to search for my colleagues. Every face was unfamiliar and I felt the walls of this bar moved closer until it trapped me. I was scared. Nausea stirred my emotion, but I was still holding myself. I could not show any weaknesses, especially when I was with a stranger. He might take advantage.
People around me kept on talking, walking and dancing. I did not have any attention to pay for them, so I had no idea who people were beside and behind me excluding with this man who had not so good motive.
"Here," the bartender said as he put the two glasses in front of us.
I just looked at the yellowish liquid in a small glass. The stranger said, "Drink."
"No," I shook my head, "I might throw up if I drink that kind of thing."
"Seriously? Just taste it. I assure you, you will enjoy your night if you at least taste a drink," a strange smile formed on his lips as if I had no choice but to do what he wanted. He passed the glass to me, and I held it as if I were holding a dangerous object.
Before I could say a no for the nth time, someone grabbed the tequila from my hand and we both stared at the man standing behind me. I gulped when I saw how sexily he drank my tequila. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down while his green eyes fixed on mine.
He put down the glass on the island, and glared at the person sitting beside me. "When a girl said no, you should know how to listen. You understand?"
The stranger spoke nothing, probably he recognized the bossy Prince of England. He looked at me, then to His Highness and back repeatedly. He nodded after several moments of looking back and forth.
Prince Alexander held my wrist and pulled me out of the bar. Many people eyed us, but it was quite dark inside so I was sure no one could remember my face after this night.