Page 19 of Two For One

I looked over my shoulder to see Douchebag Dillon holding his glass up to me and shaking it. This motherfucker… I was tired of his shit, he was purposely being an ass because I made him look bad a few weeks ago. I put the drinks down, smiling at them as they looked between Dillon and I.

“Alright, let me know if you need anything else,” I smiled, turning around quickly, grabbing Dillon's tie and yanking him forward.

“Shugga, I’m getting real tired of this attitude you’ve been giving me all night because I hurt your feelings last time,” I purred as he glared at me, attempting to pull back. “So, either cut the attitude or we are going to have a problem that is going to need to be solved in the club's alleyway.”

“You fucking bitch. You can’t do shit to me,” he growled, pulling back hard enough to unbalance me.

I took my tray, pushing it against his neck, pulling his tie so I was only slightly choking him, balancing my heel against his crotch again.

“Now be a good boy and behave or fucking leave because I have an hour left on my shift and I’m fucking exhausted.” I pulled on his tie, choking him slightly more. “Do you understand?”

Movement in my peripheral made me look to my left, but nothing was amiss. The men he was with looked at me with wide eyes as one of the bouncers walked toward us.

“Now, you see that man walking over here. Shall I tell him what a piece of shit you are and get you a trip out to the alley?”

“You fucking bitch,” he tried to snarl, but all that came out was a whisper.

“Is there a problem?” Joe asked, looking between us.

“Problem?” I smirked. “Is there a problem, Dillon?”

He growled before shaking his head.

“That’s right, now be fucking respectful and ask for a drink nicely,” I said, letting him go.

He glared at me, getting up and pushing me out of the way, leaving the club.

“Same guy?”

“Same guy,” I said, watching Dillon disappear. “He’s been an ass all night and he just threw something at me to get another drink.”

“I’ll make sure he leaves,” he said, giving a look at the men who were with Dillon. “Are we going to have a problem here?”

“No, everything is fine,” one of them said.

“Great, next round is on me, boys, for the disturbance,” I said, walking off, feeling eyes on me, but it felt like the eyes I had been waiting for.

I spent the next hour searching for my mystery man, but he was nowhere to be found. I packed up my things quickly, ignoring the gossip in the back, ready to just get the fuck out of here. The cool night eased some of my discomfort.

“Xiomara.” I glanced behind me seeing Joe walking out with me.

“I didn’t think you should walk out alone,” he said, grabbing my bag.

“Joe, it’s ok,” I said, trying to grab my bag from him.

“Dillon is bad news,” he said softly, looking around our employee parking lot. “He knows people from another town, so just be wary and watch your surroundings.”

“Of course he has friends,” I said, rolling my eyes. “A man like that always needs someone else to handle his shit.”

“Just be careful, ok?” he said, as I grabbed my keys, and opened my door. “I don’t want you getting mixed up with the shit he’s involved in.”

“Thanks, Joe,” I said, grabbing my bag from him. “I’ll keep that in mind and hopefully I'll never see him again.”

“Let’s hope,” he said, hugging me.

My neck prickled, and the hairs on my arms stood up. I was being watched again, but the parking lot was empty. It wasn’t a bad feeling either, so it had to be my mystery man.

“I’ll be careful and take the long way home,” I said, getting in my car, hearing the faint sound of a motorcycle starting.