"It will be funnier if we get to know each other," Kenric looked at Gizelle's left chest to read the bartender's name tag. "I thought you would know who I am if you're a real Berliner, Miss Gizelle. But it doesn't seem. Enough to indicate that you're a country bitch, cheap woman, too tacky. So look in the mirror before you tease me, bitch!" Kenric snatched the 3 bottles of red wine he ordered from Gizelle's hand.
The woman gaped at Kenric who just walked away after saying the most despicable words anyone had ever said to her.
Country bitch?
Cheap woman?
Too Tacky?
Damn it! Who does he think he can give her that nickname as he pleases?! Don't just because he's a CEO of a big company then he can misbehave with the lower middle castes, including the bartender like her.
Gizelle smirked as she followed Kenric's path as he entered the VIP room with a woman in his arms. Of course, that man would be playing with the bitches' holes.
Tch! We will see. Gizelle is determined to get Kenric no matter what.
****
"What is it?"
"Can't you sit down yet? Is that how you welcome your parents who just come from abroad, huh?!" Dimitri's voice was firm in the ears of anyone who heard it.
Kenric grunted harshly then sat down in front of his parents.
"How old are you?"
Oh My God! Kenric could already sense where this conversation was going. Dimitri's words- his Daddy -which are too serious make him often speechless.
"Thirty-one in this year."
"Ken, you're old enough to be mature enough for a grown man to be married. How long are you going to be alone like this? You're Mommy's only son. Mommy and Daddy want to see you get married before we're old and can't carry grandchildren again. You must also remember that the heir to the assets of REAGANZ CORPORATE and all this wealth will fall into your hands. If you don't find a life partner and have children, then who will you bequeath this to?"
Unlike Dimitri who was so firm, Valencia- his mother, spoke tenderly in every sentence.
"Mom, Dad, I have told you so many times. I don't want to get married yet. Not even a shadow of that direction. Come on, 31 is still young to think about such things. Even my college friends are 35 but he's still single and doesn't care about marriage."
"Do you want to be an old virgin, huh?!"
What the fuck?!
"You think that your appearance and the treasures that are attached to you can free you from wrinkles, gray hair, and old age? Think about it, idiot! The laws of nature will continue to work and if you don't look for them soon you will be eliminated," concluded Dimitri hitting hard for the son.
Tch! Eliminated you say? Even now, thousands of women are lining up to get it. Otherwise, how could his office be decorated with flowers and ridiculous love letters every day?
"Ken, just listen to us this once. Get married. Or Mom and Dad will find you a life partner."
What is this?!
"Not!"
"How dare you refuse?!" snapped Dimitri no less exciting. "If you don't find a life partner soon, then Mom and Dad will marry you off to the woman of our choice. Or worst of all, this wealth will fall into Gerry's hands."
"What?! What the hell?! Dad can't make decisions like that. What right does Uncle Gerry have to enjoy our family's assets?"
"Why not? Dad is still the rightful owner of all the property and the throne in this family. All decisions are still the power of Daddy, not you. Besides, Gerry can be the heir because he is your grandfather's adopted son, everything can be arranged according to Daddy's will."
Oh- damn. This old man always had more power than himself.
Kenric gulped his saliva roughly. He really can't move anymore. Of course, Dimitri didn't play around with his words. He knew very well how the middle-aged man's demeanor was, it was very similar to him.
Well, like father like son.
"I will think about it."
His big footsteps up the stairs to the top floor. Shortly after entering the room, he came out again to clear his mind and soul which was being emotional.
A man walked after Kenric from behind. Suddenly Kenric stopped in his tracks.
"You don't have to come, Chris."
"Why? Where are you going, Sir?"
"Bar."
"But... you have been there two days in a row. This time you're there again? Any problems, Sir?"
As if he understood his boss's habits when he came to the bar, it was certain that his mind was in turmoil.
"I will tell you later. You'd better shut up and if the old geezer asks, just say I have business outside."
****
A well-proportioned man with an expensive shirt clinging to his body walked into the busiest bar in Berlin. His favorite Lieblings Bar.
He stood in front of the bartender's table then the female bartender looked at him for a moment then stood up.
Tch! Did she think Kenric would be swayed and seduced by her tacky sensual style? It's even obvious that this bartender isn't good at seducing men.
Kenric was willing to bet, surely he couldn't enjoy her curves. This can be seen clearly from the outside of the uniform that clearly prints the body.
Tch. Even very different from the prostitutes he had ever tried.
"Welcome, Sir. Can I help you?"
Her contrived way of speaking made Kenric sick.
"Three bottles of red wine."
"Wow, that's a lot. Usually, you only order 1 bottle."
Huh! Act like she knows it all.
"You watching me?"
"Come on, I'm a regular bartender who always serves bar visitors here," said the bartender as she prepared to find her red wine order. "Of course, I know the faces of the regulars I serve every day along with their favorite alcohol."