Arabelle

Chapter 29 - Bar

Derrick’s POV

I drove to a bar I visited once in a while, it was located in the suburbs of the city, it was secluded and posh, there wasn’t really anything special about it other than the privacy that it provided, because it was located far away from the city, many people like me, who had their private life being splashed on the TV screen everyday were the regulars in this bar, we who had no private life ran to the nearest place where privacy was assured,

We could walk in and see CEOs getting drunk and wasted in here, and no one batted even an eyelid or reached for their phones to take a picture that could cause a scandal, I often wondered if the people who all those pictures and spread them online had any conscience at all, they had no idea how much damage a single photo could cause to a business man, in business, reputation was everything, if that was tarnished in anyway, then everything you have worked so hard for could down the drain in a matter of minutes.

It was a hard life indeed when almost everyone was out to get you simply because you were you, as I settled down in a one of the booths, I waved a bartender over and soon enough, I was sitting with a bottle of Jack Daniels on the table, I poured the first glass and raised it to my lips, the liquid slid over my tongue and travelled down my throat, I felt a scorching heat follow down the trail it had left,

After like four glasses, I was beginning to feel like I was floating, the feeling was nice, very nice indeed,

The booth I was sitting gave a good view of the entrance, I could see if anyone walked in from the corner of my eye if I cared to look and I didn’t, I downed another glass and then another,

As I was about to take another glass, from the corner of eye, I saw two people walk in, I could just ignore them but the girl that walked in was too familiar to ignore,

My head snapped in the direction of the entrance, and there she was, looking like I had never seen her before and a smile on her face that made my insides go up in a tangled mess, I turned to look at the guy she had come in with and it was Ian Langrove,

Their eyes wondered about for a few seconds as though they were looking for a place to sit, and suddenly, our eyes met, I watched as Arabelle’s eyes went as wide as saucers and Langrove’s eyes narrowed into slits,

 And the only thing that escaped my lips was “f**k!!!”