#Chapter308
The tender rushes to fix me a drink. Eyes on the task and not on me.
My nerves are shot, my mind’s on exactly how Alexi will react to this, and my palms are sweaty. Needless to say, this will be an eventful afternoon when I finally face him. He’s probably working himself into all sorts of heinous thoughts and vile moods and probably dusting off his straps and chains as we speak.
/"Who the fuck do you think you are? I busted my ass for this club while you were gone, done everything asked of me since and you treat me like this!/" The little witch has finally found her venom, came running back to try again and I literally sink in my seat. Cannot be bothered anymore. I turn and look her up and down as though she is something vile stuck to my shoe. I note she has a cheap copycat of my favourite black shift dress on and is sporting a very suspect shade of red lippy.
Pale comparison.
