Damn, so she works here and then after she finishes, she gets suckers like me to buy her drinks.
"Well, we could just get out of here. My place isn’t far." she nods toward the door. As soon as I finish the drink, that’s what I intend to do. I need to forget Karen, even if it means sleeping with someone for the night.
Anyone who isn’t Karen.
"That sounds like a plan."
She smiles as if she’s won the lottery. I order a couple more shots; it’s the only way that I’m going to forget about Karen. This red-haired beauty looks nothing like Karen; she’s older, and more sophisticated. Besides, Karen’s most likely with Daniel, I reason, otherwise why would her car still be in the same spot? She’s probably driven him home because he was too drunk to do it himself.
Karen’s not even worth thinking about, I decide, after I look at my phone and after all the messages and calls I made to her when she bailed out of the restaurant. She hasn’t even bothered to call back. So, why does it bother me so much? I know that after a few more shots I seriously won’t give a fuck.
"Have another shot, pretty boy," Cherry says to me, and a shot glass sets down with amber liquid being poured in.
I pick it up and am about to drink it.
When I think of the next one.
The shot will hit me good.
The next one after that will make looser and freer.
Cherry’s hands are already on my thigh. I know in two more drinks they’ll be in my pants.
I’ll go home with her.
Fuck her.
Make her cum. Hard.
And that’ll be it with Karen.
Daniel? I don’t know what’s going on there. But Karen will definitely be gone for good if I go down this path.
I might be mad at her now. But I’m not ready to throw it all away. Not yet.
I put the glass down back on the bar.
"I gotta go," I tell a disappointed looking Cherry and I get up.
"You sure?" she asks me, clearly upset. I nod.
In a few minutes, I’ve left.
I need to find Karen. I need to be with her.
Karen
This whole thing is crazy. I don’t even get what the fuck happened in Mama Mia’s.
Don’t look at me like that, okay? I’m telling you the truth I don’t know what’s going on.
Yes, if you need to know, I’ve been spending time with Colt. We’ve been fooling around a bit, which was why we didn’t even make it to the restaurant on time.
But on the other hand, Daniel’s acting as if he owns me and I hate it. Both he and Colt, actually, are trying to own me.
Daniel doesn’t own me. Colt doesn’t own me. No one does.
I still don’t understand though why Daniel cares so much to make such a big fucking deal. Shit, he’s not even bothered about me. If he was, then why not talk to me after that night. Ever since we spent that amazing night together, he’s been avoiding me like the plague. It’s a good thing that Colt’s been around to keep me company, otherwise I really would be in New York right now.