ENRIQUE
"I'm right here when you're done," I sighed, cautiously taking a sip of my coffee from the cup I wasn't sure was even clean as I watched Bryan double over with laughter. Tariq had wasted no time in giving him the details of my encounter with the bitch from the club. And unsurprisingly, he was loving it.
The thought of that night always sent a rush of anger through me. A mere waitress had attempted to embarrass me in front of all those people? I had done the needful of course by having her fired by the manager. I longed to do more than just have her fired. Making sure she never got another job in this state would be more like it, but I didn't have the time. The pain and hurt on her features when she stormed out of the club was satisfying, so I took that.
"Well this chick has got some balls, I'll tell you that," Bryan said, wiping invisible tears out of the corner of his eyes. I rolled my eyes.
"I can imagine how good she'd be in bed though," He smirked, shooting Tariq and I a questioning look.
"A tigress like that?" Tariq laughed, is sure to tire you out, no doubt about that."
Bryan leaned in closer. "Yes? You've seen her right? What does she look like?"
Tariq shook his head in mock sorrow. "Big man here is feasting his eyes on her, all alone. He's the only one who's seen the fox."
I shot him a glare but said nothing.
Bryan faced me, a mischievous smile on his face. "So?"
I frowned.
"There's nothing special about her, if that's what you're asking," I replied gruffly. I raised my glass to my lips as my groin throbbed as if in protest. Only a blind man would be oblivious of just how delicious she looked the night at the club. Yes she wasn't dressed exotically like the other waitresses, but I could see the fullness of her breasts from the way they shot out of the black tank top she was wearing. And when the drinks had drenched the front of her top and down her cleavages, it left little to the imagination.
And her eyes. The angry spark in those hazel eyes when she glared at me drove my imagination wild. But she was a stuck-up bitch who needed to be put in her place, and I'd be damned before I admitted she was a beautiful woman.
"Really?" Tariq asked, studying my expression as if he didn't believe me. "Kinda hard to believe an ugly broad has got you this worked up."
I shook my head, laughing.
"Well, now you've gotten her fired we won't be graced with her presence at the club anymore," Bryan joked. "You don't have to deal with her anymore."
I nodded, gulping down the rest of my coffee and and wondering why that realization did not sit right with me. I shook it off. I didn't want to see her again. So it shouldn't matter.
"We have to go now," Tariq announced, leaving his seat and placing a few bills underneath his unfinished brandy.
"We?" I questioned, looking over at Bryan.
"Ahh, I see," I murmured in understanding when he winked at me. "Of course, it's Friday. How could I forget? Your day of hoedom."
He let out a loud snicker. "You should get some too, bro. You're all worked up." With one last nod, they exited the small restaurant.
My attention spanned back to the place. It was small, suffocating, and the smell of fried fat rented the air. And I didn't even want to get started on the greasy food they served here. I couldn't even bear to take another look at it for fear of emptying my stomach. Finally, I had ordered some alcohol and a pot of coffee.
Bryan and Tariq for some reason had not minded the place and I was still confused at to why they were so comfortable. The only reason I had picked this place was because it was small and secluded. No one would expect Enrique Monteiro to be seated in such a restaurant. The perfect hideout to get the paparazzi off my back. Every time they spotted me, it reminded them to cook up a new story. New rumor, more calls from my parents. The circle was endless and tiring.
After the incident with Mother the last time, I had apologized for my behaviour. But of course it didn't stop her from setting up new dates for me. I had grudgingly accepted to go just to keep her off me for a while. But as usual it had begun to tire me out. I just needed a way to kill these rumors, shut the media up and get my parents off my back. But I didn't see myself getting married. Marriage had always been something I considered to be far, far away from me. I couldn't just pick out someone I would live with for the rest of my life.
Shaking my head, I headed to the back of the restaurant to find a smoking spot. Of course a place like this wouldn't have a smoking lounge. Shocker. All I found was some kind of alley right next to a row of dumpsters. It seemed like they were empty because thankfully they didn't stink. Leaning against the wall, I lit my first stick and was almost halfway through it when I saw a man land heavily on the floor.
"P-please, no," I heard him splutter as a group of five men towered above him. His pleas went unheard as they continued to land blow after blow on him. I sighed deeply, tossing the burnt out and walking over to them.
"Hey!" I called out. They all turned to glare at me. I even saw one reach into his back pocket for something.
"Look, I've been watching you," I said. It wouldn't help mentioning that I didn't really care if they beat him to a pulp. I just needed to smoke in peace. "That's enough."