you, me and what a pity

chapter 7

As the night became dark, so did the atmosphere of club. Only neon lights and the disco ball was illuminating the dark club as the sweaty bodies of men and woman grinded against each other.

People were filling up inside as if there was a free party. She saw women hooking up with men and leaving the place after exchanging dirty glances with each other. Mini dresses, and hungry eyes, everything about the place made her hate it more. Her mind always wandered that how can people enjoy in such disgusting and crowded atmosphere?

Loud music bursting her ears was the most annoying thing. Its not like she didn't enjoy music, she actually loved it but not the pop and rock one which can make your eardrums go crazy as if almost making you deaf.

To her sigh, VIP area was prevented and safe from all this stuff. And as a girl, she had to serve men in the VIP area mostly. But due to her bare face and plain personality, no one ever bothered to look at her and it was the biggest satisfaction of working there. Although one thing about the VIP area was hateful. Almost naked woman making out with the men in suits was something so common in the place that her cheeks always went tomato red with the erotic sights. She always avoided looking at them but somehow whenever her eyes accidentally landed, she found it extremely uncomfortable.

"Veronica! Take these glasses into the VIP room with care!" The bartender called out to her as he made the drinks ready and placed them in a tray.

"Sure" she picked up the tray in her both hands, clenching them tightly while passing through the crowded bodies of men and women.

She opened the VIP room and stepped in. The atmosphere was dark as usual with a pink neon light floating through the room. Some men were sitting on the couch at right, while some at left. But at the front, it almost seemed empty before she noticed a presence there. Only one man was sitting on the front, while the rest of the couch was empty. His face was hidden in the darkness, not if she was staring at them. She placed the drinks on the table.

Taking the cork out of the bottle, she slowly poured the liquor in all the glasses one by one.

One thing which was unusual about today was that no woman was making out with the VIPs. They all sat beside them, calm and compose and most importantly they didn't even looked like hookers, instead they were dressed elegantly. Everyone was talking in a low voice as if discussing an important matter.

She passed all the drinks to the men and women, sitting there and talking mannerly.

She picked the last glass to serve the man in last, who sat at quite a distance between all of them. She stepped forward in his direction, holding the glass. She moved closer and bent down a little to forward the glass. And just then her nostrils caught the fragrance which had been haunting her since the day before.

Her eyes immediately went up to his face, she couldn't see it due to the extreme darkness. Her hand started to tremble and heart beating erratically from the fear creeping inside her veins.

Before the glass could fall from her shaking hand, his hand came forward and gripped it tightly. She froze in her place as his hold on her hand was cold and firm. Although her hand stopped trembling but she felt cold shivers running down her spine and electricity passing through the veins. Her legs were jelly from the amount of horror which was engulfing her at the moment. And then his other hand came forward to take the glass out from her hand.

And just like that, he retreated his hold from her hand. But the damage was already done.

She straighten up and picked up the empty tray from the table, almost tripping on her face forward. But gladly she held the wall for support just in time.

Walking out of the room, she inhaled large gulps of air. Only then she realized that she was holding her breath too at the same time, instead her breath was stuck in her throat.

She put the tray hastily on the counter and went to the back of club where there was door, leading outside. She opened it and a wave of cold breeze swept pass her face, making her feel tingles.

She felt as if she turned to life again as she opened her eyes and looked up in the sky, the moon shining bright in all it's glory.

Her brain didn't need any explanation to figure out who he was. Just one smell to her senses was enough to figure him out among the crowd of men. His strong fragrance was everything, which she remembered about him. She did recognize him in the pit darkness without looking at is face, but it was his smell which engraved inside her as if calligraphy.

She could swear that he knocked the breath out of her lungs and sucked the life out of her body when he gripped her hand, steadying her trembling hand.

Bolts of electricity was passed through her, with just a mere touch.

"He is scary as hell! Jesus save me! I don't want to die so soon" she whispered, as if talking to the moon.

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Only then he realized that she was working as a waitress in his club when he saw her entering inside the room, holding drinks. She was dressed in uniform, and then his brain processed.

So this was the uniform which was ruined, he thought and smirked.

He could tell it, even in that black room that her eyes lingered longer on him even though she was unable to recognize him.

He noticed her movements, as if she was inexperienced, and recently learned to open the cork. And when she passed the drinks to all the men, avoiding her fingers to even make contact with them. How she kept her eyes low all the while, not looking any of them in the eye.

He watched when she made her way towards him, her right hand went upward as she pulled her hair back from her shoulders, sticking them behind her ear. Her face was now completely exposed, when she bent down to serve him the drink.

The pink neon light was falling on her face and he could clearly see that purple mark on her left cheek which was not very well hidden. He felt the rage building up inside him as felt the sudden urge to break the bones of that blond guy whom he let go that night after making him suffer the amount of pain he deserved.

When she lifted her eyes up and looked in the direction of his face, he realized that she has recognized him and he noticed that her hand which held the glass started to shake badly.

Fear and horror of the last night took place in her eyes, as he watched in her dark brown orbs, shaped by the long natural lashes she had.

Unwantedly he gripped her hand, before she could make the glass fall on floor. And he was very much surprised by the effect he laid on her existence when his hand made contact with her skin. Her eyes became soft and as her cheeks along with her nose and ears became red, making her blink multiple times.

Although she tried hard to remain compose but he could clearly sense the shyness in her body and hesitance in her movements, as if she wanted to retreat her hand back as soon as possible. As if he inflicted a foreign feeling inside her body with which she was not familiar before.

With his other hand, he took the glass away from her hold and released her hand from his firm grip. And he saw her muscles relaxing, while she straightened her posture, leaping away fast from his existence as she could. He couldn't help but smirk when she tripped on her own toes, but holding the wall at the right time before she could fell on her face and embarrass herself.

She was gone, but his eyes couldn't leave the entrance where she disappeared a few moments ago. He knew he always had the effect on women but this one was different. None of them ever tried to leap away from his touch, they always wanted more. But she was something else, he clearly misunderstood her.

But one thing he was certainly sure of, she was one of a kind.

He knew she won't come now, she will not step inside until he's here. The way she was frightened that night and now, it was attractive and different, as if it reflected her innocence.

Until now, he acknowledged that she was someone who was trying to be strong but in reality she was entirely different from her appearance. She was not as strong and confident as she looked. Instead she was fragile and weak from inside as if dragging herself with unspeakable wounds. Not that he cared.