Ana's Daddy

Chapter 12

Chapter 12

After paying for our coats in the wardrobe at the club, we enter. I stop dead in my tracks, frozen to the core. What the f**k! Why, of all the places, is she here?

Elizabeth Richardson…

She has some other older women with her on the dance floor. She looks like she had too many drinks. Dancing and grabbing some young man's ass. I guess the poor man dancing next to her is with his girlfriend. The young man takes his girl and leaves the floor. Elizabeth keeps dancing and making a fool out of her 51-year-old ass. I would say she is beautiful if I didn't hate her so much. She looks younger, honestly.

I hate her and her foul behavior.

When Emma and I pass her as we go to the bar to get some drinks, I hear her saying her man has set up a date for her to spice things up. She doesn't notice me. Elizabeth barely looked like she could stand on her feet if she wasn't constantly moving as she danced.

Out of nowhere comes Ryan.

"Babe, come sit down at the table to sober up a bit before your f**k-date gets here."

"You promise he will come right and he is mine?"

"Don't worry your pretty head, I know he will get here."

What kind of relationship do they have? She's having a date with another man while she has Ryan. I changed my mind; I didn't want to know. We get to the bar; I tell the bartender I want a soda and my friend will have a beer. We stand there chatting for a while before we choose to go on a search for a table. I would rather have one not too close to the dancefloor or Ryan and Elizabeth. I don't wish to see them on my night out. We find the perfect table on the other side of the club, far from Ryan. I can't understand why they would come to this club if it's not to vex me. Ryan knows I like this club the best of the places I used to go with him.

Music is loud, but somehow, I hear Ryan's yelling; I don't know how.

I see him on the dance floor arguing with a man, and Elizabeth is all over the other man. Touching him and holding on to him as if he were her property. For some reason, I walk closer to get a good look at what is going on, just like many others have done.

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With Don at my side, we enter S2 on the pursuit like young men in our natural hunting grounds. My eyes are searching for HER. In my mind, there is only one woman.

I go to the bar, get a beer, and stand there sipping on it as I scan the room, looking for her. I don't see Ana, she's the reason I came. I was sure it would have been her friend who left the note in my pocket. I was sure it would be as easy as watching her across the room, walking up to her, and charmingly asking her to dance with me.

I stood in the middle of the dance floor; Don had disappeared. I have no idea where or when he left my side. I'm standing here looking to glimpse the most beautiful woman. I get confronted by a man. No other than Ryan, the annoyance who visited my office this afternoon. He didn't get the message I tried to convey this afternoon.

"Hey man, I'm glad to see you here."

"Hello, why are you thou?"

"It means you got my note."

"What note?"

"I slipped a note in your jacket when I was in your office this afternoon. I was sure you'd come."

"YOU put the note in my jacket?"

"Yeah, of course. I bet you thought it was that Emma chick right? You see, I saw the way you watched Ana and Emma at the lecture. Well, I heard you don't have a woman and my woman wants to have you for one night?"

"Are you high? Or just drunk?"

"Hell no, only a couple of beers but that is beside the point. I bet you'd think she's hot. Then as a thank-you gift, you can give me a job at your company."

I can't believe the audacity even to say these things. I have the sensation of implausible disenchantment. It wasn't Ana's friend who asked me to meet her here. In the mix of emotions, there is pure, undiluted fury for this low-bred roach. I can't even call him a man.

The annoyance for The woman is running sky-high. She is touching me like she has the right to do so. Her disgusting hands are grabbing my arm and abs. I take her hand and twist it so she twirls, and I push the drunk woman towards Ryan. He catches her and almost loses his balance in the process.

On the other side of the dance floor, at a table, I see Don, and he is pointing in a direction not that far from me. It's Ana. She is here! Seeing her melts all anger and frustration; if only I could hug her. I'm walking in her direction, but the crowd of people blocks my way, and she's gone. Where did she go?

I push my way through the crowded dancefloor, and when I get a glimpse of her, she's grabbing her coat. Is she leaving? She had a friend by her side, and they exited to the street. I hurriedly rush after them. I don't know what to say when I catch up with Ana, but I must talk to her. Saying anything. I feel desperate to catch up and talk to her. I get out on the busy street, and she is nowhere to be found. I lost her.