Billionaire's Best Mistake: Love After I Do

Chapter Three

I hand one of the waiters two bottles of beer before I turn back to the stranger and pour him another shot of drink in his glass. This is about the tenth shot I have been pouring Mr. Attitude and he just keeps asking for more.

I can't seem to tear my eyes off him, and it’s not because he is good looking, and by good looking, I mean hot and sexy, but because I still can’t believe that such words would come out of such beautiful lips. But I can tell from the very rich demeanor that he is passing across with just how he is dressed, that attitude is part of his life package. It is a gift. The moment he called me a hooker, I decided to do the one thing that brought me here, and mind my business.

So when he ordered the most expensive alcohol we had and said he was buying the whole bottle, but I had to serve him in shots as he demanded, I have been smiling all the way while I serve him.

I just want him to drink his problems off, finish the bottle and go, before I break character.

I’m quite glad that he hasn’t talked to me another single word.

I’m glad.

I have seen disrespectful men my whole life. Working in a bar comes with that as a package, but no one has ever called me a hooker just because I put on red lipstick, a shade that I love putting on, by the way.

But, he is a customer, and I’m just here to make the doe. I won’t say anything.

“Do you wanna hear something cool?” He asks and I turn to look at him without saying a single word.

He probably wants to say something about my lipstick again, so, my best option here is to keep quiet and ignore him. My job is to serve him drinks, not to listen to the cool things he wants to tell me.

“I think red is a beautiful color.” He says sluggishly and a hiccup follows.

The shots he has been taking are affecting him. I pull out my phone and decide to keep myself busy as I await the next order, or when he can finish his drink.

Him giving me a compliment about the color red being beautiful when he just told me I look like a hooker is such an irony.

So, instead of saying anything, I pour him another drink into the glass. He drinks, but this time just sips it.

“I just complimented your lipstick, aren’t you going to say something?” He asks and I fake a smile and shrug my shoulders. As I said, I need this job, I desperately need it and if I dare talk, I might say something really mean.

“Come on, say something.” He keeps insisting and I let out a long sigh and place my phone in my pant pockets and lean close to him.

“I’m a hooker, remember,” I say with a grin.

“For real?”

He is giving me that look like he is not even reading into the sarcasm.

“Yeap, what hooker services would you like me to offer you?” He wants to play this game, let us play. I have all night and he has almost a whole bottle of whiskey to drink, so we can do this.

“No thanks, you’re not my type.” He says and hiccups, and honestly, I could have reacted to that, but I kind of expected he would say something like that, so as much as it bothers me that he doesn’t think I am attractive, I don’t show it to him.

It’s not like people in his class would ever consider me as their type, so, it’s okay.

“I’m glad.”

“You women are all the same,” He says, and I crease my brows.

“Excuse me?” It seems like this guy doesn’t have even a single ounce of manners in his system. And I can tell from the way he is drinking his ass off, and he just said women are the same; a girl definitely had a hand in this miserable man that just landed on my counter with an attitude.

Just that I wish he could take the attitude to whomever it is that messed him up, and not me.

I’m very innocent in this situation.

“I mean, you give them everything and they still f**k you up.” He says in a very low tone that I can barely catch it, but remember, I leaned in closer to him, so I heard that very well.

“What did she do?”

He is drunk and wants to talk. I wouldn’t mind knowing what happened.

“She stood me up.” He says and I shrug.

“It happens.” I don’t understand why a woman standing him up would make him try to drink his kidneys dead. It happens to most of us.

“On our wedding day,” he says, and I take a step back.

Oh.

I did not see that coming. I thought she stood him up on a date or something. Must explain the drinking and I don’t want to presume the tuxedo too, so I’ll just ask.

“Was your wedding day today?” I ask and he nods, and for a moment there my heart goes out to him.

I have never met anyone that was stood up on their wedding day, so this is weird.

“I’m so sorry.” I mean, I don’t know what to tell him.

“She wanted a grand wedding, and I did all that, hell, I didn’t even want this million-dollar suit, but since I wanted to make her happy, I did it all, just for her to be a no-show.” He says and I’m just looking at him, and for the first time I feel really bad for him, being stood up on your wedding, that’s really messed up.

I’m not even going to think about the fact that he said a million-dollar suit because, honestly, it does look like one, hideous.

“I’m so sorry that I’m telling you all this, you don’t deserve to hear me complain.”

I shrug my shoulders.

“It’s okay.” I mean, I don’t mind, people come here all the time, get drunk, and pour their hearts out. I have heard all kinds of heartbreak stories, but so far, this one takes the trophy.

“I shouldn’t have forgiven her when I found out she cheated.”

Well, that’s an interesting turn of events.

I mean, I was thinking maybe he might have done something for her to be a no-show, but I didn’t expect she would be the one who cheated. And as much as I hate that he is telling me, a total stranger all this, I’m a woman and I love gossip. I need a story to tell my sister when I get back to the house. She loves these kinds of stories.

“She cheated?” I ask, surprised.

“Yea, with my best friend.”

Oh, wow.

This story just keeps getting better and better.

“That’s really f****d up.”

“I know.” He says and takes a sip of his drink.

“I’m so sorry that I’m dragging you into my shit.” He apologizes again, and I shrug my shoulders. I do not mind at all. It’s an interesting story. One he will regret telling once he is sober, but I’m here for the tea.

“It’s okay, I’m just here to listen, it’s part of my job,” I tell him and I watch as he smiles.

“To listen to drunkard men talk about their heartbreaks?” He asks and I nod.

“I mean, I don’t mind.” As I said, I need the stories for gossiping later on. He is by far the most dramatic one, and entertaining, I must say. Given that, well, he did refer to me as a hooker and now he is sharing his story with me, I am so ready to listen to it all.

“Do you ever get paid for listening?” He asks and I chuckle, that is insane.

“Not really, maybe tips once in a while.”

Whether I tell them to pay me or not, they always just talk, so it’s my choice to listen or ignore them. He is an interesting character. I will pay attention.

“How about I pay you to listen?” He says and I laugh.

That is insane.

“You don’t have to.”

Last I checked, I wasn’t a therapist, so I won’t start offering those services, especially to a total stranger who I don’t know the name, by the way.

“I’m serious, I know when I get sober life will have to go back to normal and I might never have to talk about it again. I’m a busy man and I won’t have time to deal with a heartbreak, so just give me your time. Let me talk all I can with a promise that you will keep it a secret between us.”

“Keep what a secret?”

“The fact that I broke down at a bar, we talk and it stays here.” He says and I’m just looking at him like he is speaking in tongues. I mean, it’s not like I was going to tell anyone, my sister excluded. Of course, he is not the first man to pour out his heart.

“You know I will still listen, you don’t have to pay me.”

“But I want to.” He says and pulls out his wallet and pulls out a couple of dollars.

“This is a hundred dollars, just listen.” He says, placing it on top of the counter and I just stare at the money in surprise.

Is he serious?

He is offering me one hundred dollars just to listen to him. I mean; I’m down.

“Okay,” I say, taking the money and putting it in my bra.

He creases his brows when he sees me doing that but doesn’t say a thing.

“Safekeeping,” I say and he shrugs his shoulders.

“So, just know I’ll still be serving the customers, I hope you don’t mind.”

“I don’t.”

Well, we are on a good page then.

“So tell me about your fiancée.”

“Ex…”

“Yea, ex-fiancée.”

“Well, we have been dating for about a year. My best friend introduced her to me.”

“The same best friend?”

“Yes.”

Oh.

“Well, two days ago, I found out that she had cheated with Raphael, my best friend, a while back, I was so mad and wanted to cancel the wedding, but we talked and she said it was a moment of weakness, and since it had happened six months prior, I didn’t want to cancel our wedding because of that, so we decided to go on with the wedding, just for her to not show up.”

Wow, that is quite a lot I must say, and he must have really loved her to forgive her for that, I must say.

“I know you’re judging me for forgiving her.”

“I’m not.” I quickly cut him off.

“You are.”

“Okay, maybe just a little, but isn’t that what love makes people do?”

“I guess you could say so.”

“Then what happened?”

“You mean after the wedding?” I nod.

“Well, I ended up here.”

Oh. Still dressed in his tuxedo.

I mean, I feel bad for him. Whoever that lady is, she did mess him up badly. But I won’t judge, because I don’t know the whole story, I just know what he has told me, and if he wants my listening ear, I will do that.

“I don’t know why she did that, but if you gave her a chance and she still bailed on you, I don’t think she ever loved you, and it’s okay to drown your sorrows in alcohol, but don’t try to kill your kidneys, because she is not worth it.”

“You think so?”

“I mean, I don’t know your love story, so it’s just my opinion,” I tell him, because I might have just said something wrong when he is still obviously in love with her.

“No, you’re right, she is not worth it.” He says and smiles a very beautiful smile.

Then a hiccup follows, then another, and another.

He is too drunk.

“Can I get a glass of water?”

“Sure.” I pour him a glass of water and watch as he drinks it, but it doesn’t help much in stopping the hiccups.

“I think I’m a little too drunk.” He says as he keeps drinking the water. He taps in his pockets like he is looking for something, then pulls out his phone. One look at his phone and I know he spent a fortune on it.

“My phone is off, can I borrow yours?”

“Sure.” I hand him my phone and instead of using it, he is just staring at it like he has never seen a phone before.

“I’m so sorry, but I don’t know how to use this phone.”

Oh, right. He is rich. I bet he has never used an android phone in his whole life.

“Let me.” I take it and tap the dial keys.

“What’s the number?”

“Huh?”

“The number we are calling?” I ask and he scratches his head. He can’t be serious.”

“Maybe you should just order a taxi for me?” Okay, he needs to be serious, ordering him a taxi will mean it being billed from my account, and just because he gave me the money doesn’t mean I’ll have to spend it on him again.

“I’ll give you the money.” He says, having read through my panic.

“Fine.”

“I also have an offer for you.”

And here we go again.

“If you can get me home safely, I will give you an extra hundred. I’m just too drunk to be in a taxi alone.” I look at him surprised, he must be insane.

Who the hell does he think he is?

“I’m sorry sir, but in case you didn’t notice I’m at work.”

“Tobias.”

“What?”

“You can call me Tobias.”

I’m glad he has told me his name, but either way, it’s not going to convince me to leave my station. I might have had a good night with Jerry, but he might just be a different person tomorrow and I don’t want to deal with that.

“Tobias, I’m sorry, but I can’t help you with that.”

“Come on Clarice.” He says my name and I notice he has read my badge.

“I’m sorry, I need this job.”

“I can’t call anyone because my phone is off, and people are exhausted from the wedding. Just help me out, I will pay you, I promise.” He says with begging eyes as he keeps hiccupping.

And honestly, the money he is offering me is a lot, like a lot. There is just so much I can do with that money.

“Fine, give me a moment; let me see what I will do,” I say waving for Millie to come over.

“Hey, girl.” She says once she gets to where I am.

“Could you finish the shift for me and I’ll pay you, please?”

“How much?”

“Twenty.”

“Deal.” I just love how she accepts without asking questions. That’s why she is my favourite person here.

I hand her the money and my apron, as I reach for my bag.

“Let’s go,” I tell Tobias, who turns to look at me with a smile. He had better pay me the money.

I could have ordered a taxi on my phone, but I don’t want to be charged on my account, so I opt to take a taxi outside.

I’m glad that Tobias is not that drunk and he can walk into the car.

But the worst happens when we get in the car.

The moment he gets in, he passes out in the back seat, and I’m just left staring at him in horror because I have no idea where the hell he stays.

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