Chapter Four

CHRISTIAN’S POV

“Fuck man! You mean you did not even know the chick’s name?” Khalid laughed heartily as I explained what had happened the previous day.

A small chuckle escaped my lips, It was tradition for Khalid and I to give each other the experience we had with any random we fuck. In this case, I was telling him about my little awkward situation with Erica, I mean Cressida.

“Dude, and the whole time she was just letting you call her Erica?” he stretched forth his hand towards his glass of wine.

I gave a casual shrug, “yeah- I mean there wasn’t time for corrections when I had her mouth full with my cock”

He took a sip from his glass, shaking his head in denial as small chuckles escaped his lips. I reached for my small glass of bourbon; my eyes catching on the behind of a small figure moving around in the bar.

Her hair was packed into a messy bun, the uniform was short enough for me to see her thighs and the beginning of the curve of her ass when she bent forward to place drinks on the table for customers.

“Khalid , how dare you withhold such information…” I announced, snapping my fingers to call his attention from his phone; he raised his head and took a quick glance behind him.

“What information are you talking about, man?” He asked

“Who is the delicious morsel?” I inquired, throwing my head in the direction of the girl

“Oh yeah, she’s new. She got the job yesterday…” ​

My eyes kept raking her from behind; I wasn’t able to get a view of her face from where I sat.

“Tell me about her,” I inquired further,

“For starters, I almost sent her out of my bar. She came in for the interview dressed like we publish articles in here.” He let out a throaty laugh.

“Her outfit was that bad?” I grinned,

“It was a train wreck, but then she has got potential. She just needs to loosen up a bit and I like the look of her. I would not mind us hitting the back once in a while” He lowered his voice as he said this, winking at me.

“Not if I get her first.” I grinned, my eyes darted towards her again. “You can enjoy her as my sloppy seconds when I am done” I told him.

“Do not even think about it; she has work to do” He stopped me,

“I just want to say hi, that is all.” I smirked, ignoring the hand he held out

“Christian, I am serious…”

I let out a small laugh before approaching the new girl.

“Having a great time?” I drawled, leaning forward so she would be taken aback when she turned.

She turned swiftly, her eyes slamming on mine just as mine widened in realization and shock.

It was the woman, Hayley.

“What are you doing here?” She asked, her eyes darting up and down right before coming back to me.

I could read the accusations and suspicion in them

“Don’t you think I should be asking you that question, Hayley” I murmured.

She stared at me once more before she sighed, like she was tired and I was disturbing the fuck out of her. It wasn’t the regular reaction I would expect from any woman and one I had never received. It only made me want to know her more and only reassured me that I wanted her as my wife.

“Excuse me, some of us actually have jobs to do” She snorted, carrying a tray and circling the bar.

“Why have you not called me?” I asked, following after her.

“I don’t see the need to; it is quite obvious you are crazy and I am not about to humor any delusions you have” She huffed, approaching table 16.

“You do know being my wife will pay more than waiting tables?” I assured her.

“I don’t care… now please leave me be, my boss is watching and I do not want to lose this job” She turned, casting a full glare in my direction before she moved again.

I stopped following her and not because her words had the expected effect but because I was confused as to how she could be so unaffected around me. She was a wild card and I was drawn and very fascinated by her.

I returned to Khalid who raised both eyebrows when I took a seat.

“What happened?” I asked

“She is the one I want as my wife” I stated matter of fact.

“Is this a joke, man?” He muttered.

“No, remember the bar you recommended? I saw her there and gave her my card.”

“What are the fucking odds?” Khalid laughed

“She is weird” I told him

“How so?”

“She doesn’t seem to want me which is strange. Every woman wants what I can offer and I think she is quite repelled by me” I explained

“Now, that is one woman I want to get to know” Khalid exclaimed while I cast him a stink glare.

I was about to say something else but was interrupted by the commotion at table 16. It would seem that Hayley was involved in some sort of heated conversation with a customer and he had his hands on her.

My eyes narrowed as I surveyed the situation and rose to my feet.

“Excuse me” I grunted, heading in their direction.

“Let go off me, Chester.” I heard her say.

“And if I don’t?” The man grunted, tightening his arm around her. “You are working at a bar now, huh? Suits you” He snapped

“Get your hands away from her.” I barked an order as I neared

The man maintained his grip on her arm but they were both looking in my direction now; him with a confused yet cocky look on his face and she with distress in her eyes.

“Who the fuck are you?” The man snapped, rising to his feet.

I smiled, rolling up my sleeve.

“I will not repeat myself, motherfucker” I growled while Hayley visibly paled

“Get the fuck out of here with that bull…”

I did not allow the man finish his sentence before I made a grab for his hand, grinning at the satisfying pop that signaled a broken wrist.

“Fuck, motherfucker… you broke my fucking hand” The man screamed, cradling his hand.

“I will be breaking your damned head next if you do not get the fuck out of here” I threatened.

I turned to a stunned Hayley, grabbing her hand and yanking her to me as I led her out of the club even as she protested.

“Let go of me!” she yelled as soon as we got outside.

I dropped her hand like it was hot coal, taking a deep breath.

“What did you do that for? Do you realize that you just broke his arm?” she breathed, rubbing her wrist where I held her.

“He was harassing you, I just could not watch him do that to you.” I explained

“I did not ask you to defend me” She countered. “Why don’t you go away?” She muttered in exasperation.

“I should be asking you that question… this is fate, Hayley; don’t you see?”

“What exactly do you want from me?” she snapped, her eyes showing confusion

“I want you to consider my offer, come see me in my office.”

“I don’t want to, because what you are offering is ridiculous.” she muttered

“But it’s not impossible, think of all the benefits you would enjoy if you accept and it will not be for long”I pressed further.

“Just think about it, Hayley and come see me… use the card I gave you” I told her.

“I tossed it out” She answered, her eyes twinkling with mischief

“You tossed it out?” I echoed, surprised and then I chuckled

“I thought you were crazy” She repeated, folding her arms across her chest as if daring me to argue I was sane.

I reached into my pocket, pulling out another card

“Here”

She stared at my extended hand like it was some snake poised to strike before she took the card.

“Come and see me” I stated. “And do not toss this one out again” I commanded.

Her chin came up in protest at the tone of my words but she pocketed the card and we both walked back into the club.

I stared as she walked back to the bar, a tremor racing up my spine.

Such an intriguing woman, I thought… I wanted her.