Chapter Four

Chapter Four.

Allysa's POV

It was a sight to behold. Wearing a plain white shirt and black pants, he dominated my eyes. I am not one for an eye candy but that man just screams for attention. I have never dated guys before nor did I entertain one, it was all due to my busy schedule or because of my brazen personality. I was too bold for them to handle, arrogant and shameless as they put it.

My word appears arrogant to them, I find it difficult to sugar-coat my words. I don't them to misunderstand and wait like a fool, I don't want them to waste their time, and mine. In the business world, time is gold, essential if you want to climb higher.

But I have never said that I was not interested in dating, so how come I would let an opportunity like this down the drain? This opportunity is hard to come by. I won't waste it, rather than sulking here and just witnessing others enjoy themselves, I would rather entertain myself.

As I sipped my drink, trying to maintain my cool, my eyes couldn’t help but follow the man again. His figure seemed to command the very space around him, his confidence almost tangible. I swallowed hard, my heartbeat a little faster than it should have been.

"Heh." I chuckled as I swirled my drink.

Now that I think about it, maybe my father was kind of right about it all along. I'm very frank with my ideas, impulsive in my decision, and shameless to boldly do things. My heart, mind, and mouth don't have filters. I never back down on the things I said or think, once I set my mind into motion, I will never stop until I get a satisfying result.

"Oh? Did someone get your attention?" A curious voice came out of nowhere. My head turn over to look at Nero who was grinning from ear to ear as he was wiping some glasses.

"What the... How long did you see me stalking that guy?" I asked in surprise and disbelief. Even though I am dizzy, I am not drunk enough to be oblivious to my surroundings. I can always sense someone's gaze on me.

Well, it was understandable. My attention was focused on someone else.

Nero chuckled as he continue to wipe the dry glass. "Are you interested in him? You should hit him up now!" he suddenly encourages.

I rolled my eyes at him. "Shut up, I know. I'm thinking about what should I do." I replied in a flat voice.

He just shrugged his shoulders. "You should make your move now, a lot of predators are eyeing your prey," he said in a playful voice while wiggling his eyebrows.

Oh my gosh. I hate his pretty face, no wonder this bar is very popular even though it isn't widely known. They do have dashing employees.

"Ugh. Aren't you, bartenders, supposed to be quiet and tranquil?" I criticized as I drank my drink. Nero just laughed.

"You stereotype so much Alyssa! And that would be boring! That's no fun, chatting and gossiping is the reason why I become a bartender. I already have cold, dull, and boring friends, pity me." he monologued as he eyed Leo, who was serving drinks with a bored face and languid demeanor.

I chuckled at his statement. It was interesting to watch Leo serve with a frown on his face every time girls block his way.

"Then what should I do?" I asked randomly as my eyes traveled back toward the person. It was then, Nero's eyes glint into something I cannot put words on.

"You just need to grab your prey straight toward its neck!" he exclaimed with excitement. "Lower their defense and caught them off guard!"

I stared at him agape.

What the heck. Why does he always animals as a reference in his advice? Such a unique way of giving examples.

I just ignored him and went back to observing the man. Only to realize that he is now gone from his previous location and was now walking towards the bar counter.

My heart almost jumped out of my ribcage. Good posture, domineering stance, jet-black hair, and deep black eyes.

Oh my gosh! He looks hot and handsome. I felt a rush of blood climb to my cheeks, I turn around and grab my drink, and gulped it in one go to calm myself. I heard Nero chuckle and walk away to serve another drink to the other side. Just as he left, the bar stool beside me was being dragged.

It felt like I was back in my high school days, fangirling over some bands and groups. This is kinda embarrassing, I am an adult now. I shouldn't be swayed too much.

Breathing in, I gradually calmed my heart and head.

Sigh.

It is hard to stay calm when a handsome and dashing person is sitting right beside me. I was about to ask Nero for another drink when someone suddenly warps their arm towards my shoulder.

I stiffen on my sit as a strong smell of alcohol invaded my nose. I look up to see a drunk man looking at me with lustful eyes.

What the fuck? Who is this creepy man?

"What the hell? Take off your arm." I commanded as I tried to slap his arm away from me but his grip tighten around me. I am now very uncomfortable with this development.

The man chuckled in his drunken state. His breath stinks like rotten apples, and I have to move away from him.

"No need to pretend little girl, I know you have been watching me for a long time now. I like feisty women, why don't we hang out together?" he said with absurd confidence as he wiggled his eyebrows, which made him look creepy and like a pervert. Nothing like Nero.

Speaking of Nero, he was on the other side of the counter serving drinks. He must not saw us because we are at the very corner of the bar counter, dark and isn't too visible to others.

And what the hell is this man saying? Me looking at him? Is he delusional?

I pushed him away, it was so strong that he was pushed back and swayed before he stumbled and fell. He looks up with anger in his eyes and gritted his teeth. "You bitch!" he shouted in anger. I look down at him, still sitting on my chair.

"Shut up! And what the hell are you talking about!? Me, staring at you!? Please don't give me something like crap." I said with disgust. This pervert is such an idiot, is he stupid? He is so full of himself.

The man stood up as he walk angrily toward me. "You liar! I saw you staring at me! Inviting and seducing with your pretty face! And now you are rejecting me! You bitch!" he shouted as his mad eyes bore at me.

He looks drunk and crazy. Before I could say something a cold baritone voice echoed.

"Shut up fucker."

I stiffen on my seat and look over my should just to see a pair of cold black eyes looking at us.