Gizelle colored her lips with her red lipstick.
Damn it! Even the fiery red lipstick she bought when she decided to flirt with Kenric was half gone. But she can't get the target. Ah, how troublesome that handsome creature is.
She glanced briefly at the large clock perched above the bar entrance. It's already 11 pm, and soon she will change shifts with a bartender who fills time in the early hours of the morning. But the figure of the man she had been waiting for since 2 hours ago had yet to appear.
Who else if not the target? Yes, Kenric Federico Reagan.
According to the schedule that Gizelle made based on her observations, the man would come here every 2 days or every 3 days at 9 pm. One thing is for sure, Kenric will come every Saturday night which happens to fall on this day.
"Who are you waiting for, Giz?"
Gizelle almost fell backward if she hadn't been holding on to the side of the table.
"What are you doing?! Suddenly came with such a shocking voice. You want to give me a heart attack, huh?!"
Jerold laughed lightly. "Sorry, I didn't mean it that way. I just wanted to know who you were waiting for. Because you look restless since you looked at the clock on the wall."
Gizelle frowned. "You're watching me? Isn't that your place in the kitchen? How do you know my movements?"
This man is a total lack of work! Gizelle doesn't like stalkers or anything like that.
"Ah- not really. Only a few times when I came out of the kitchen I accidentally see you staring at the clock over and over again."
Of course Jerold was lying.
"No need to think about me, Jer. Just focus on your business in the kitchen."
"My business in the kitchen is done."
"Then you go home."
"I don't want to go home until I see you home."
"You seduced me?"
"Does my sentence sound like a seduction?"
Shit! Gizelle wasn't an idiot who couldn't read someone's hidden intentions. She knew that Jerold was approaching her since she hadn't broken up with Edward.
The woman sighed resignedly. "That's up to you, Jer. I don't--"
"One bottle of vodka."
That baritone voice...
Gizelle who was originally hiding under the table then stood up, followed by Jerold beside her. Suddenly, she fixed her loose hair.
"Ah, you are back, Sir. I have been waiting for you for a long time. I was almost frustrated when I didn't see you tonight. But it's okay, my 2 hour wait paid off with--"
"Could you please just serve me and shut up your fussy mouth?!"
Ugh... damn it!
"Oh- do you want me to serve you, Sir? Really? Oh my gosh! I can't believe this. Well, for your sake... I'm fine taking on an extra job serving you in bed. When will it be? Where? What style?"
Truly shameless!
"You misunderstood, idiot!" Kenric pounded the bartender's table. "How dare you think that I'm going to make love to you, huh?! Just looking at your face I'm sick of it."
Jerold just gaped at the interaction between the bartender and the customer. He couldn't believe that the figure of Gizelle he knew indifferently was now begging the attention of one of their bar patrons.
"I'm sorry, Sir. I didn't mean to. But if you are bored of your bitch's monotonous play or not satisfied with their service, I'm here. Happy to offer you hot and long-lasting sex as you requested. How?" Gizele bit her lower lip seductively with one eye blinking at Kenric.
"What the fuck are you talking about, bitch?"
"I don't think you're deaf, Sir."
"Your vagina lacks caress or you lack money, huh?!"
"Maybe both, Sir. Or if you're willing to give me one of those it's fine. I will gladly accept."
"Go home and continue your dream, Gizelle fucking pervert!"
Splash...
Kenric splashed the water in the flower vase right in front of Gizelle's face after removing the flower stalks. Then he left the woman who was now soaking wet because of his actions.
Oh- all the heavy make-up, sexy clothes, and the self-esteem that Gizelle had put down just for the sake of that man were gone. Her wet chest made her breasts clearly imprinted there.
While Gizelle was still in shock, Jerold nearly fell backward and crashed into the cupboard.
He could not believe that a cold Gizelle Castarica was willing to beg and open her thighs for the sake of this city tycoon. Even more distrustful of Kenric's treatment of Gizelle. Splashing water from the flower vase right in front of Gizelle's pretty face.
Gosh- still lucky it wasn't the vodka he was splashing.
****
Since waking up, Gizelle has been grumpy in her apartment. Even Freya who came to bring food was kicked out of there.
But the stocky woman was not afraid to approach Gizelle who was raging like a bull at the red cloth.
"You're such a madman!"
"I am a madman! And why do you still want to visit this madman, huh?!"
"You idiot! Of course it's because I care about you. What's wrong with you anyway? Since last night you've been slamming the whole apartment. Then you still act the same when you wake up. If you really want to be a madman, don't rent an apartment next to mine!"
Tch! Freya didn't understand. The woman who likes to eat will not understand.
"What's wrong? You can tell me, Giz. Maybe I won't be of much help. But at least telling a story will ease your emotions. Come on, what's the point of having neighbors as good as me if you don't take advantage of them?"
No. Gizelle couldn't possibly tell about the mission and the embarrassing incident that she experienced last night.
Freya can laugh at and blaspheme to death later. The woman handed Gizelle a glass of hot chocolate.
"Thanks," the woman accepted and took a slow sip.