Unethical Man
Genevieve was still wondering why they let her in without her making a reservation, but nevertheless she walked in.
Just as the man at the gate instructed, the receptionist directed her to the bar. Immediately she walked in, she noticed something odd, there wasn't anyone in the room apart from one person.
A man with green eyes that were staring directly at her soul. He was sitting carelessly on a couch on the right side of the barroom, with one of his arms dangling at his side and the other holding a glass of wine. He looked dangerous and his green predatory-like eyes stared at her in a way that was unsettling.
From where Genevieve was standing she could clearly tell that this man was watching her, but why was he watching her she couldn't tell.
He was someone with money, she could tell.
Eve looked around the barroom and even though it was odd for it to be less crowded at this time, she didn't think much about it. She ignored the intense stare of the man and made her way to the bar stool, where the bar man was busy serving the few guests.
Her heels made a low noise as she walked to the bar stand, she dropped her purse by her side and took a seat.
"Good evening, Miss, what can I get for you?" The bar man asked with a wide and polite smile on his face. Genevieve studied the man and with just a look at him, she could tell that his smile was forced, and he would rather be in other places than serve people. But she didn't comment on that.
"A glass of Martini." She ordered, wanting to start with that first. Just a glass, and maybe she will get her acts together, perhaps all she truly needed was a drink.
"Enjoy." The drink was placed before her and she almost snorted. Enjoy indeed. There was no single enjoyment in getting high, the only thing you could gain was the temporary feeling of being free, and then you forget all about your problems for the night. But thereafter, the next day that same problem will still be waiting for you and a head pounding headache.
Genevieve knew about that, in fact, she had been there and had done that countless times, but doing it one more time wouldn't affect her. And it was also for a good course.
She picked up the glass of Martini and down everything in one go, then ordered for more and more until she lost count of how many glasses she had.
While having her pitiful party all by herself, Genevieve felt those eyes staring at her again and as she turned to confirm whether her instincts were right or not, her eyes met with the green ones. The man this time didn't just sit immobile on his couch, he offered her a smile, raised his glass up before standing up on his feet.
Genevieve watched with a curious gaze as the green-eyed man made his way to her seat.
"Evening pretty." He said, taking the seat next to her.
Genevieve was a bit taken aback with his handsome face that reminded her of the reason she was here. She turned her head and down her drink without paying much attention to the handsome man beside her. They were all assholes— all handsome men were assholes.
"Is it okay if I seat beside you?" He asked, and she rolled her eyes. Like he hasn't already taken the seat next to her.
"You didn't need an invitation to that already, mister." She said, the glass of wine near her mouth.
Her breath seized as her eyes came in contact with his green ones. Now that they were much closer, it gave Genevieve the opportunity to check the man out, his dark green eyes had a dangerous glint as he peered at her.
Alarms bells were ringing in her head for her not to check someone as dangerous as the man beside out, but she proved stubborn. There was nothing bad in checking a handsome man out, right? After all, she wasn't in a relationship anymore.
"What bastard broke your heart, Miss?" He asked. His words knocking every air from her, his eyes observed her after saying that.
For a moment, Genevieve lost her cool and she so wanted to drop everything on the table, everything that has been bothering her, but she could not. Not to a stranger.
"No one. And mind your business, mister stranger." She snapped, eliciting a smile from the handsome green-eyed stranger.
….
The handsome man told his time observing the beauty before him, if she was a wine, he would swear that he could drink her in without stopping. He would admit that she was pretty and most likely his taste.
'Guess this game wouldn't be that boring.' He thought.
The handsome man looked at the bar man and nodded at him, the bar man gave a small smile before serving their drinks.
"So you wouldn't tell me who broke your heart." He asked, looking at the lady who was trying to put up a brave front whereas she was broken inside. He could clearly see it, though he wasn't affectionate and all that boring stuff, but he could tell when someone was hurt, or broken.
"How do you know I got dumped by an asshole or got my heart broken by an asshole?" She asked.
A little chuckle left his mouth, "you've already confirmed my words. An 'asshole' did really break your heart." He said, emphasizing on the asshole part.
Genevieve scoffed and took another glass from the bar man. The bar man gave her a worried look since he knew that in no time the lady was going to get drunk, but he relaxed when he saw the gentleman beside her. That's if he could be called that.
"You don't know anything about me, mister." She grumbled.
"And what if I tell you that I want to know more about you, would you tell me?" He asked.
Genevieve glanced at him, she could tell he was in a playful mood, but she wasn't in that mood.
"I don't want to know anything about you, mister." She deadpanned.
"You are something else miss…" his words were slurred, and he took another sip from his glass,
"And I would like to know you, that's if you agree of course." Genevieve shook her head, deciding not to say anything since she could obviously see that the man was already drunk.
"Can I know your name, miss?" The man asked with an amused look.
Genevieve groaned and held her head with both hands, her head was already aching after such a long day and a rough night, and now she has to deal with an unethical man.