Jane automatically shifted her attention to the watch on her wrist, trying not to cry. Ten minutes to eleven. She still had two hours on her shift. Her were aching as she poured what feels like his hundredth glass of champagne for the night. Usually, she wouldn’t be complaining, but there was only two of them on the shift. It meant both of them to have to share the load.
Her eyes moved towards Krista, who was batting her eyelashes and chatting up with the customer. She wouldn’t blame her because as the employees of the elite ‘Floral Liquor’ are supposed to be polite no matter what. Most of the clauses in the contract said the same thing over and over again. It should be concerning actually.
Working at Floral Liquor felt like a dream because of how exclusive and posh it was. She had no idea that her application would be selected, but then again, Jane had a bit of liquor knowledge. All thanks to her alcoholic father and wine-loving mother. The interview procedure was smooth and easy for her to follow. They called her the very next day, probably impressed by the idea of the new drink she put forward.
‘Floral Liquor’ was highly rated bar to let loose and have novelty, flower-based artful drinks. It’s a bar framed by artistic brick walls, high ceilings and piping dance floor. And it's nestled right in the city centre, making it an accessible attraction to the locals and tourists alike. Also, the fact that the setting inside was almost informal with high stools, a porch and sidewalk tables helped a lot. There was, of course, a VIP section with plush Versace couches and overpriced food menu.
Jane eyes the crowd with a sceptic look on her face. They were particularly rowdy and seemed to have no inhibition or control over their moments. Also, they seem like the type to stay behind very late. The party started at six in the evening and was showing no signs of slowing down.
She let out a sigh as she set the full flute down on the bar where it stayed for only about ten seconds before someone picked it up. A VIP brat. They swipe their platinum membership cards at the end of the night and leave with a hefty tip. That’s their entire lifestyle. Sometimes Jane is envious of them. They don’t have to worry about their upcoming medical MCQs and to score above ninety to maintain the scores, make a study timetable, create notes to study for the entire night and about the classes missed in that week.
“Jane” Her friend, Krista furiously whispered from the side, pointing at the bar. The twenty-four-year-old jolted at the sudden voice and immediately picked the cloth from the side. She almost forgot to wipe the two drops that person spilt earlier.
“I think we have to stay back late tonight” Krista grumbled under her breath as she poured the tequila in the glass.
Jane snorted, “Tell me about it!”
Another glass was taken. Jane was almost grateful that there was less spill than she expected from the careless hands. Her manager, Chuck, had insisted on tulips, but Jane managed to convince him that the stemless champagne flutes were the best option. They are less hassle to deal with, even though they are delicate.
“This one is going to be a disaster to clean tomorrow!” Krista mumbled under her breath as she slammed the drink on the bar. Jane winced at her frustration. How was she going to survive another two hours?
Cleaning up was next days problem. They would also have extra help, so there’s that. Jane highly doubted if she would be able to get out of the bed. Her limbs were aching all over, and she had a throbbing headache from the loud music echoing in her ears. Not to mention her cheeks were hurting from smiling all evening. But that’s just everyday’s problem.
“What’s a Floral Mary?” The blonde squealed, her eyebrows raised and a pout on her lips. Krista stared at Jane as if asking for help, but she already had too much on her plate. Jane turned around, pouring champagne in the flute.
Jane was so busy in her work that she didn’t realise the sound of bar stool being pulled back. A slow tap on the bar pulled her out of her thoughts. She tilted her head only to see a striking man with a lazy smile on his face. The bartender gawked at him for a while, suddenly realising that she hasn’t said anything yet.
“Hi, sorry! Welcome to Floral Liquor. What can I get you?”
The guy just smiled at her warmly as he tugged at his blazer jacket before propping down on the stool. Jane’s eyes shifted at his navy blazer with a white button-down shirt and a thick, expensive watch around his wrist. Even though the lights were dim, she could still see all his features.
“Eh don’t worry about it love, its packed tonight. I can understand. I’ll just take another glass of Champers. Besides, I can wait all day for you.”
Jane giggled easily, a dark flush crawling on her cheeks. As soon as she started working, it made her realise how common the compliments were around the bar. The customers mostly were drunk, so they got extra affectionate and charming. Not that she ever accepted their advances, but it felt nice to hear good things from them.
“You got it!” With that, Jane turned her back to him and started pouring the champagne, tipping the glass just right to make sure it’s not all fizz. Only then she heard a deep, gravelly voice that sent a sharp tingle down her spine.
“Hey, Zee! Why is it taking you so long?!”
A laugh echoed, “Sorry Tristan but the bartender here is ridiculously cute, so I am not coming back anytime soon.”
Jane inhaled sharply at that. Taking a deep breath she turned around with the glass in her hand. For a second, she felt her breath caught in her throat at the man standing in front of her. Tristan was drop-dead gorgeous, almost making the bar lights shy away. He’s tall, and his muscles bulge deliciously under the tight black shirt complete with perfectly tailored caramel-coloured suit pants. His fingers are ridiculously long as he impatiently tapped against the bar. Jane tried hard not to focus on those gorgeous cheekbones framed by dark chestnut curls cut short enough to look effortlessly messy atop his head.
Her knees felt be a little weak. The guy should come with a warning. Jane nervously set the drink on the bar as she felt his eyes on him as if he was checking her out. Tristan leaned closer to his friend and whispered something in his ear, which was loud enough for Jane to hear. “Hmm, I would do the same”
Zee laughed, shaking his head, “Too bad you can't. All those ladies are waiting for you.”
Tristan slumped on the stool in front of his friend, a frown on his face, “I don’t even know them!”
“That’s the point! They are here for you.”
“I don’t care. Send them away.”
Zee mockingly gasped, “You, my Prince are very rude.”
“Thank you for the compliment. Now go!” Tristan pushed at his friend's arm.
Jane felt like a sore thumb, watching the two handsome men bicker about something ridiculous. She did not make a sound, trying to fade in the background.
“I’ll be right back for you!” Zee gave her a cheeky wink before slipping off into the crowd.
Tristan turned towards her, resting his elbows on the bar, using his hands to prop up his head. She tried hard not to stare at his massive arms.
Tristan cleared his throat, blinking at her, “I have no idea what to order here. First time.”
It took Jane a few seconds to realise that he was talking to her. She bobbed her head. Most of them have the same problem. Floral Liquor has the most advanced and quirky menu with drinks like Cool Cucumber, Berry Problems, Single Tomato. And Jane’s personal favourite and sort of her creation, Red Affair. Most of their drinks have edible flowers and edible glitter in them, which is why Floral part stands out.
“You should try Red Affair.”
Tristan stared at her for a few seconds before shrugging, “Sure.”
The bartender nodded, licking her lips before turning to grab the bottle off the top shelf. She picked a fresh cup, drying it with his bar towel, before filling it with ice.
He cleared his throat, “Does it have any citrus juice? I am not a fan of them.”
Jane shook her head. “Oh, its better than that. I’m about to turn your entire world .”
Tristan watched her blankly, as her nimble fingers worked their magic.
Jane picked a lime wedge and tore the flesh and the pith off. She pulled a lighter from the stand below before lighting his drink. As the red flames ignited, she smiled, feeling the same sense of pride she felt after making the Red Affair.
“Wow...”
She grinned at his expressions, “I told you. I’ll change your world.”
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Jane was not sure how their conversation moved to questions about her relationship. Those alluring eyes were so entrancing that she let him get away with it. Who can blame her? It was not every day that someone like Tristan walks into the bar and starts talking with her. It’s a miracle.Tristan was slurring his words now, having one too many to drink. All thanks to her dear friend, Krista. While Jane was serving the rich brats and topping their champagne drinks, Tristan was getting drunk on vodka and sweet lime. A perfect blend of Krista's signature ‘Ice breeze’. Whatever happened to himhating citrus juices?! Guess everyone will eventually have to give up when it’s Krista serving drinks.Jane wanted to stop him because he already had two Red Affair and three Ice breeze. His vision looked unfocused and
Part 3Jane was the one to push their faces together. Her soft, warm lips met against his chapped ones. The scruff of his lips brushed against her upper lip, and it drove her mad with desire. She couldn't believe that Tristan was letting her kiss him, trailing her fingers towards the mop of his luscious hair."Oh, Tristan" She breathed against his desperate mouth. Her eyes narrowed at his flawless skin, noticing the way he was staring at her through hooded eyes.She coyly licked her lips, batting her thick eyelashes to entice him. "Your lips feel so good against mine. Please don't stop."Tristan let out a feral growl at her demand and nodded his head. She felt her breath hitch in her throat as he inched forward and gripped the back of her legs.
Jane felt her body give up as she cleaned the corners of the bar. It was tedious and difficult. Her fingers felt numb by the time she was done with the ice machine. Chuck had asked her to make sure the bar was spotless because, of course, the celebrity party. She did not understand why he was taking so many offers when they were all tired. Business, he said. She almost scoffed at that.“So...” Krista cleared her throat, standing beside Jane with a coy smile on her face.Jane huffed, “What?”“Nothing” Krista shrugged, trying to pay attention to her glasses. She was purposely drawing out everything.Jane rolled her eyes, neatly placing the tulip glasses behind the rack. &ldquo
Jane couldn’t help but stare at him, her fingers clutched in his own over the centre console, glancing at him during stoplights. It felt unbelievable that he was interested to come back to her place. Her eyes followed his every moment, every swallow and the way he licked his lips.Within a few minutes, they managed to reach to her flat. As soon as he parked his expensive car, she guided him towards her flat, her breath in her throat. Tristan’s arm quickly came around her waist as she unlocked the door.As soon as they stepped inside, Tristan grabbed hold of her hips, pulling her to the edge of the counter. Jane squealed, locking her legs around his waist. To get a better grip, she wound her arms around his neck tightly; mouth parted open as he met her eyes.&n
Jane groggily opened her eyes, squinting at the bright sunlight filtering from the window. Covering her eyes with the back of her palm, she managed to sit up, wincing at the dull pain in her back. Her cheeks heated up as she remembered the reason behind it. The thick white duvet was the only thing covering her naked body. She pulled it till her shoulders, shifting her eyes to the side. Her mouth parted the side was empty, bedsheet wrinkled. So she didn’t imagine the last night, that’s for sure.Where did Tristan go? She thought just then the loud clattering sound from the washroom made her cringe. She narrowed her eyes towards the door, holding her breath as the knob jiggled harshly. What was going on? Before she could open her mouth, the door was severely pushed open, and Tristan stumbled out of the room. He had a frown on his face.&
Jane relieved a sigh as she stepped inside the class, trying not to cry at the throbbing pain in her ankle. On her way, she bumped into the door. She did not wake up on the right side of the bed, anyway. And with all the students in the campus staring at her as if she was from other planet did not help at all. What was wrong with her outfit anyway?The medical student picked a red scoop neck and washed blue jeans, pairing them some sneakers. A lazy attempt but that’s the least she could do with the time running out. Jane was aware that she was eight minutes late, and the lecture has started already, so she instantly searched for her friend in the crowd.It took her a minute to find because Astrid decided to wear a funky hat to the college. During the lecture. Now that’s the reason people should stare at him!
/Tristans POV/The Prince of Walsh was used to the hustle and bustle of his Royal Household, had grown up along with the chaos. He had people expecting conversations in the corridors, a look from him, people greeting him as he
Jane felt her friend's solemn stare on her. Tristan stood his ground, his eyes focused. Krista was trying to pull her back, tugging on her arm. Sometimes Jane was genuinely grateful for her friend's support, but she needed to talk with Tristan. He won't harm her atleast that she was sure about.
Jane looked up from chopping her onions when she heard her fathers noise. He was pointing at the screen. Surprisingly, her father was not yelling like he usually did in front of the television. As soon as she got home, her parents were so emotional seeing her they all hugged. No one talked about the tabloids or the papers. For the meantime, she's glad about it.
Tristan stormed to Ivanka's room, his jaw clenched the entire time. He couldn't believe it that she would something so stupid. Ivanka voluntarily talked to the media and made the matters worse. Of course they twisted her words and dragged Jane to the filth, as far as making her to be the home wrecker. The people bought into anything so it wouldn't be surprising if they blindly believed the article. Oh god. What if they were already camping at Jane's place as well? The Prince had some bodyguards watch that place just in case if things started getting out of hand.
Jane barged into the Palace; she had a clear motive in the back of her mind. And that was to meet the Prince and demand some answers. How could he tarnish her name like that? What was his entire team doing? Just thinking about the article made her blood boil. Its been eighteen hours since that single tabloid published the interview, but hundred different publications quoted the same thing.
Jane felt a harsh nudge in her side. Looking up, she noticed her friend glaring down at her. Krista had an arm resting on her hip, brow arched.
/Tristan's POV/When the Prince woke the morning after, the bathroom door was ajar, and the shower's running. He quirked his brow at that. Who was showering in his bathroom? Even though he could just knock and confirm his
"I didn't know" She shakily breathed, staring at the Prince standing in front of her. Jane couldn't trust anyone, huh. Why didn't Daniel tell her anything? They talked about so many things. He could have mentioned that to her.
Jane ended up walking back to the room assigned to her. There was no use wandering in the hallways anyway. As soon as she’s in the comfort of the bed and huge duvet, the bartender stared at her contact list. The only thing she managed to grab from the nightstand without collapsing on the bed.
Jane froze in her spot, staring at the stranger hugging her boyfriend. Fake boyfriend actually. Also, she referred to him as “babe” like they have known each other romantically. That knowledge twisted something inside her. An ugly feeling crawled over her chest, gripping at her in an instant.
When she climbed back up the ladder,Tristan was sitting next to it, his legs dangling over the edge. He looked so soft and warm as he’s watching her, a radiant smile on his face. The bartender couldn’t handle that, can’t handle him. She shook her head,spraying the Prince with droplets of water.