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Chapter 86
“Henry..” I say in awe and he chuckles.
“Here’s your drink, boo.” The bartender calls for my attention and I receive the drink from her.“What is this?” I ask her as I hold the glass of liquor in my hand. It is cold to the touch.“Stop asking questions and drink up.” Henry suggests and I ignore him. Those four shots of tequila would soon be kicking in, I’m sure of that.“Drink it and find out.” The bartender says with a smirk. She watches as I bring the glass to my lips, tentatively sipping some of the content from it.I feel heat rise in my mouth and throat as I swallow it and the bartender chuckles at my facial expression.It is actually not that bad, it has a sweetness but the alcohol content seems high.“Do you like it?” The bartender asks me.I take another sip before replying her. I’m starting to enjoy the slight burn when the drink goes down my throat.“It’s not bad.” I say and she smiles proudlyRelated chapters
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“Where are you going?” Henry asks me as I walk towards him. He is in the living room slumped on the couch.“At my apartment.” I reply him and he chews on the half eaten apple in his hand. This guy is always chewing on something.“So soon?” He speaks without looking at me. His eyes are now glued to the giant flat screen TV.“Yeah, I guess. And oh, I’m using one of your cars.” I inform him and he looks at me.He studies me from my toe to my head and he smiles.“I see you are back to your old self.” He says with a smirk.“And you can use whichever car you wish to.” He adds.I thank him and I exit the house. There are a lot of cars to choose from. I may choose the black sleek Ferrari, it seems to fit my personality more.“Ma’am, how may I help you?” One of the guards walk up to me and asks.His features remind me of one of the clients I worked for some time ago, he was Asian and very wealthy.“Henry gave me permission to use one of the cars.” I inform h
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