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[Story] His Bartender – Part 3

Strawberry Moans

It was finally the end of my shift and I didn’t see Christopher around after our small conversation. The club at 6am was practically empty, some people were sitting on the bar chairs with their head on the table, others talking about something, and some girls trying to walk their way out the front door.

I looked around the club and didn’t see him around but my eye did catch Andre. He was talking to one of the girls who danced on stage. I’m guessing he wants her number, or a one night stand. I exited the bar and carefully walked towards him.

Him being in a gang I still didn’t fully trust him, you never know how they will react. As I got closer to him Andre turned towards me giving me a questioned look.

“What’s up Mia?”

“Have you seen Christopher? Because if he went home I’m going to go home too.” I said, explaining to him.

He scrunched his eyebrows looking up a little bit, “Hm, I haven’t seen him here for the past hour. He probably forgot and went home with some bimbo.”

I nodded my head feeling the sadness deep down in my stomach, “Thanks.” I whispered.

I turned my back towards him and walked away, did he really just ditch me for some slut? He is a total player of course he would ditch me, look at me I’m probably the most average girl in here. I grabbed my bag in my locker that I was provided with in the beginning of the job and walked my way towards the exit door.

When I opened the door it was really nice outside, a perfect weather for a picnic or maybe going to the beach. When I was little my grandmother would take me to the beach and we would stay there all day. While she would sit on her green beach chair I would be next to the water running away from the ocean waves.

I remember one time I went inside of the ocean water, till it was to my hips and I saw something dark swimming above the water. There was a man with his 5 year old son behind me pointing at it. I remember almost shitting my pants as I ran away from the water. Once I was out of the water I looked at what I thought was a shark but in reality it was just a seal. Still, in the end I walked back towards my grandmother and told her what happened. She laughed and me and gave me a ham sandwich.

My mom was never the type to be a good mother, I remember her telling me that the reason she had me was because that’s what society wants from a woman and she did her job. I never had problem with it because I liked being independent and being able to do what I want. Me and my mom had a discussion when I graduated high school and it had to do with her and my dad traveling. I knew it was my mom’s dream. I agreed of course and told her to follow her dream….as long as she sends me money for my food.

I felt a large cold hand grab my elbow and pull me towards their side. I gasped and looked up to see Christopher, “I thought you left.” I said.

“I went to grab a smoke over there and deal with some business,” he said, his breath smelled like cigarettes. I removed my arm from his grasp, “Sorry,” he mumbled, “Are you ready to go?”

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“My car is just across the street, come on.” he said walking towards the road. I quickly followed him, trying to catch up with his long strides.

He walked towards the passenger’s side and opened the door for him, I said a quick thanks and hopped in. Quickly, I put on the seatbelt and placed my bag between my legs.

He chuckled at me as he got in, “You wear a seatbelt?”

“It’s for safety. I don’t want to fly out the window when something happens.” I mumbled making my seatbelt tighter.

“Don’t worry you’re always safe with me.” he said, gripping the steering wheel of his range rover.

After a quiet ride towards he iHop dinner place we finally got there and Christopher parked it next a tree that gave a nice shade. We both stepped out and I grabbed my purse. When we entered the place a few large man waved to Christopher and he would just nod his head at them.

“Hello, how many?” a waitress behind the table with a notepad said. She had black hair with a light brown highlights.


She nodded and said, “Follow me,” we followed her through the restaurant and she gave us a seat between other tables that had people from the bar. I remembered some of them ordering a drink, I’m guessing this is what they do after the club.

“Excuse me, can we get a more of a private table?” Christopher asked in a cold voice making the girl widen her eyes.

She quickly nodded her head and walked towards the back of the restaurant that was in a room that had tree vines around it.

“Is this good?” she asked. “Perfect.”

“What can I get you to drink?” she asked after we sat down.

Christopher looked at me waiting for me to answer. “Um, can I have some green tea.”

“Cold or hot?”

“Hot please,” I said, she nodded writing my order, “No problem, and for you Sir.”

“I’ll have some black coffee with no sugar.”

“Do you know what you want to order or shall I come back in five minutes?”

“I’ll have some buttermilk pancakes, two sausages, scrambled eggs, and a fresh squeezed orange juice.” Christopher ordered, almost like he came here every day.

“Um,” I quickly looked over the menu, “I’ll just have some waffles with strawberries on top.”

“Is that all?”

We both nodded. “Alright, so one black coffee, hot green tea, orange juice, waffles with strawberries on top, buttermilk pancakes, two sausages, and scrambled eggs.”

“Correct.” Chris said and the girl walked away towards the kitchen.

“So how old are you Mia?” he asked placing his elbows on the table looking into my eyes, making sure I won’t lie.

“I’m 22, you?”

“I just turned 26 a couple of weeks ago, I thought you would be 20.”

“Um, thanks?” I said, taking that as a compliment.

“You’re welcome,” he chuckles scratching his head with his left arm. His gesture was so hot, I can’t believe that some guys don’t realize how good they look doing that.

“So are you and Andre good friends?” I asked playing with a white napkin and folding it into different shapes.

“Yeah, we were friends before we could even walk. Our moms are best friends, so that’s how we got into this friendship.”

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I nodded my head, “Oh cool.”

“So do you live alone or with your boyfriend?”

I smiled, “I live alone. No boyfriend what’s so ever.”

“Where are your parents?”

“They’re traveling the world, they’ve been doing that since I was about 18 years old.”

“Why didn’t you go with them?”

“Someone had to take care of the house, plus I’m not that close with them. My mom’s dream was to travel the world so I let her have it.” I smiled watching the waitress come back with our food.

“Hope you guys like it.” she said. I grabbed a fork with a knife and started to cut a piece off of my big waffle, while Christopher started to eat his eggs and sausages.

“My parents traveled before they had me, and I guess when they were done they had me.” he said grabbing a bite.

“Are you close with your parents?”

“I’m really close with my dad, my mom not so much, ” he chuckled, “probably because she’s a woman. Not being sexist or anything but me and her see everything in a different way.”

“I see, do you have any brothers or sisters?” I asked.

“Nope, I’m the only child.”


“So, why did you leave in the morning?” he asked raising his eyebrows.

“I was just tired, I’m not used to sleeping in someone’s place. I like my bed much better.”

He nodded his head hopefully understanding my pathetic excuse.

After we quietly ate Christopher would look at me when I would grab each strawberry and place it into my mouth. His eyes would get darker and would make me a little bit nervous. I would ignore the feeling and enjoy my strawberries that I was completely obsessed with. When we were done Chris paid the bill and left a 10 dollar tip inside of the black book where the check was.

When we stepped outside again some guys waved at Chris and he gave them a nod with his head.

“So were to next?” he asked

“Well, can you take me back to my car. I’m kind of tired now since I’m fully.”

He chuckled again, “Sure. Let’s go.”

When we arrived at the parking lot behind the bar he walked me towards me car and opened the door for me. As I stood up almost sitting down he said, “Hey, Mia. I was wondering if I could get your phone number?”

I did a fake cough, “Um, maybe some other time?”

I’m not playing hard to get or anything. I just don’t feel safe giving a gang leader my phone number, who knows maybe he would get one of his computer people and track me wherever I go. He looked disappointed when I said that, “I guess you don’t trust me.”

“I’m sor-”

He put his hand up, “No, it’s fine Mia. I totally understand. Have a safe drive home. I’ll see you tonight at the bar?”

“Sorry. I don’t work tonight.”

“Oh alright. When is your next day of work?”

“To tell you the truth I don’t remember. I have to check my schedule that is at my work. It changes all the time. Maybe in a couple of days. I might see you around the streets since you’re in a gang and stuff.” I laughed.

I saw a tint or red on his cheeks, “I guess. Be safe love.” He closed the door and I clicked my seatbelt.

To be continued…

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