Chapter three
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Chris watch prisca enter the bar in her well tailored blue suits. He giggles inspite of himself. Who comes to the bar in cooperate outfits? He thought as she sat by an empty table.
After putting a call to few of his friends who were in town and they declined going to the bar with him, he sits on his table alone with five empty bottles of beer and one half drunk on the table. His alcohol tolerance is very high.He busied himself with the strippers dancing to the playing music.
A waiter came to prisca's table. He watched as she brought out her phone after the waiter has taken her order.
Chris is viewing her from the sides so she can't see him. Why does she looks so beautiful…. And calm too.
She has this personality he can't pinpoint. He develops an interest in her immediately. She won't be bad to f**k, it now depends on how easy it will be to get her. And judging from her looks, she will be hard to get or… you never know with girls.
He took in her shape as she smiled at the waiter as he placed bottles of beer on her table. He glanced at the bottles and counted.
What? He thought. What is she doing with five bottles of beer. Is she an alcoholic? She opened one and poured it in a glass.
Is she expecting someone? He thought as she gulp the beer.
The stares from girls around him continued but he gave no attention. He has found his girl for the night.
He kept his eye on her as he sipped the last bottle. She finished two bottles in less than thirty minutes. She is soon drinking the third.
Dan stared at her. Does she have plans of going drunk because with the look of things, it does not look like she is expecting someone.
Chris body twitched as he feels his bladder full. He moves to the restroom.
He sights the male section and went in. He ease himself and was washing his hands when he heard two men talking. They were leaving the other toilets and were probably going back to the reception.
“Have you seen that chick, she looks so hot” the first voice said in a flirty tone.
“She is… even in the cooperate wears” another voice said as they continue moving.
“I wanna f**k her tonight, I will go and try my chances” the first voice said again.
“I also want to. She looks like she is going through a lot. She is getting drunk. Her resistance will be low if she is very drunk. We can target her then” the other voice said. He seems to be intelligent.
They walk away and chris processed their words.
They want to r**e her? He thinks feeling concerned.
He finished and left the restroom. He went back to the reception to see her downing another glass. The fifth bottle is half filled. Does she have plans of drinking herself to death?
He glanced around and most men seems to be staring at her. He needs to do something.
He took his last bottle and moves to her table.
“Hi beautiful” he called.
She glanced up looking stable. He was stunned. She must have a high alcohol tolerance.
“Hey” she said looking at him. Her vision is a little blurred.
“Can I sit with you?” He asked and she glanced at him for a while.
“I'm sorry but I want to be alone” prisca said not looking at him.
“Oh. But I promise not to bother you” Chris said in defense.
Prisca did not reply. What does he want now.
Just then, her phone rang. She glanced at it on the table. She twitched when she saw Jeremy as the caller. Chris sits down opposite her.
Why is he calling her? Why the f**k is he calling her? She thought as she turned her phone to airplane mode.
Jeremy is her exboyfriend. They broke up like three months back. She caught him cheating and he wasn't even sorry about it.
“Waiter, can I have three more bottles?” She called to the attendant by the counter.
“Why are you drinking so much?” Chris asked her watching her down another glass.
“You promised not to disturb me” prisca said not looking at him. His voice sounds so cool… authoritative.
“I'm just curious. Can you control all of that?” Chris asked curiously.
The waiter came with a plastic basket containing bottles of beer.
“Ma'am, your order” he says as he place three of the bottles in front of her. Chris glance at the basket. There are two more bottles.
“Can I have a bottle?” He said to the waiter who nodded and dropped a bottle in front of him.
“Here, remove my bills and bring back the card” prisca said to the waiter. She is relieved she has it in her bag. It will be an hard task to make a transfer this night with her blurry face.
“Don't worry, I got you” Chris said as he gestures to her not to worry about the bills.
“I never asked for your help” prisca snapped giving the waiter her card. Chris stretched his too and the waiter left their table.
“Beautiful girls like you should not have a bad attitude” Chris said when the waiter was out of sight.
“I don't know about that” prisca said rubbing her eyes. She feels so miserable.
“If there is something Chris wanted to see, it is how long prisca would hold out with the effect of the alcohol.
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Dean sighed as the car stops in front of the villa. It feels so good to be back home.
He opens the door before his driver alighted from his side of the car. He is always eager to open the door despite dean talking against it.
The front door of the mansion opens. The house has always been without a fence. That was how their father had built it and no one has tried to raise a fence around it.
Emerging from indoors is his brother whom he had not seen in months. Rogers!! He thought as he glanced him and working towards him.
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