CHAPTER 29 part 1
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CHAPTER 29 part 1
The phone was still pressed against my ear as I walked into the bar. The bartender had insisted that the boss, Sullivaño, was causing a scene. Apparently, he'd been arguing with someone earlier. He didn't want to go home, just wanted to drink.
His problem. Was he not satisfied or was he left wanting more from his little romp with his woman earlier? Out of all the people he could call, he chose my number.
I wondered how he got my number, but I figured it was because I was his secretary, so he saved it in his contacts. Still, he could have called any other woman, not me, who was about to go to sleep. So annoying.
Luckily, Mama understood that I had a friend to pick up at the bar. She wasn't initially keen on the idea, but she eventually gave in to my pleading.
"Where is he?" I asked the bouncer, who the bartender had pointed out as someone who could direct me to where the boss was drinking.
"Just go to the left side, ma'am, near the bar counter. That's where the guy was earlier. He's drunk, ma'am, but he won't stop drinking." He said. I nodded, thanked him, and walked towards the bar counter he indicated.
I suddenly felt dizzy from the different colored lights, the smell of alcohol and cigarettes, and the loud music.
When I reached the bar counter, I saw him immediately. I approached him to wake this man who was probably asleep from being drunk.
His head was slumped on the bar counter, a shot glass in his right hand. I took it, and he didn't want to let go, so I just slapped his hand. "Was he like this earlier?" I asked the bartender who was relatively close to where we were.
"Are you his wife, ma'am? He's been there since earlier, ma'am, but after a while, I thought he was asleep, but when he lifted his head, he was asking for more alcohol." He said. I nodded.
Even though I didn't want to wake him up, and if it weren't for him being the one who paid the employees, I would have just let him get drunk and let him deal with his own life. Bad weeds take a long time to die, and he was one of them.
I patted his shoulder to wake him up because I was really sleepy.
"Wake up! Hey! Wake up." I rolled my eyes because this man didn't even move. Was he even alive? He must be, his shoulders were moving.
"Boss, wake up."
"Ughhh." He just groaned, so that means he was alive, really drunk, and still breathing. Good.
"Boss, let's go home," I said to him.
He suddenly lifted his head and faced me. He smiled as if he had seen an angel on Earth. "My shhweetie pie." I grimaced because this jerk was probably dreaming.
"I'm not your sweetie pie, you probably messed up earlier, so you can't come here." I said.
"Nooo..you're my swwetiee." He said, and he was about to get off the high stool to hug me, but he immediately fell face-first onto the floor.
"s**t! Who pushed me?" He asked loudly.
I crossed my arms. "Your shadow pushed you, don't be stupid." He kept muttering things under his breath that only he could hear.
Because he couldn't walk anymore, I asked the bouncers there to help me take him to… wait. Where should I take this jerk? To the hotel? Home? Where? Just a motel, but eww, what if someone sees me and says that I'm the kind of woman who takes men to hotels. Hay naku, those over-judgemental people. It's always them.
"s**t! f**k! Who's the f*****g alien who pushed me?"
"Be quiet, you're so loud."
"What? f*****g shit..my head!" He shouted again because he hit his head on the taxi when he got inside. This jerk is so tall, he barely fit.
I thanked the bouncers and was about to give them a tip, but they refused to take it.
I nudged Ryker before he fell asleep. "Where do you live?" I asked him. "The driver is waiting."
"H-huh? Washjjj" What? I couldn't understand what he was saying.
"I said, where should I take you?"
"Ho…me." He said, then slumped his head again.
"Where? Address?"
He was about to slump again in front of the seat, so I pushed him back to his seat.
"s**t! My head hurts."
"Your head will really hurt more if you don't tell me where to dump you, you jerk." I heard the driver laugh, and when he saw me in the mirror, he coughed. "I'm sorry, sir, he's stubborn." I apologized to the driver, and he gestured that it was okay. He thought I was his wife, so I immediately shook my head because I wasn't.
"Where's your house, point out the direction before you go back to sleep?" I asked again, this man was now closing his eyes, his head slumped to the side, where the door was.
"Hmm! Ju…st there. Left.. left, right right, let right, left right then ho…me, f**k, my head." Huh?
I smacked his head. "You might end up in the wrong house."
He opened his eyes a little to see who this bee was talking to him. "In my condo unit, I live there, hagjdkknl." He just mentioned the condo unit name, but it wasn't clear. Tsk.
So what we did, the driver and I, was that whenever we saw a condo unit that matched what this man mentioned, we would ask if he really lived there.
Luckily, we were right the first time we asked. When the taxi stopped, I immediately paid the driver, with a tip. This jerk didn't want to help him get up. I was about to leave him, and the guard would take care of him, but the guard was scared because he might go crazy, so I had no choice that night but to help this man again.
"f**k!"
"I told you to open your eyes properly so you can see where you're going." I said angrily.
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