Chapter Two_A Night With The Bartender

Christine's POV

The moment I strolled into the bar, my eyes quickly saw the lovely barkeep, whom I was unable to take my eyes off. She was even more beautiful than a doll because of her stunning black eyes. Her oval face joined by her bruised eyes made her seriously charming. Out of nowhere my eyes moved to her pink lips, on the off chance that I didn't walk quicker, I could have fallen while gazing at her. Seating in the celebrity region, which is intended for just me, as I disdain clamor and didn't permit anybody up here with the exception of I requested that they go along with me. I felt single out of nowhere, and the main individual who rung a bell was the barkeep. To prevent her from rejecting my offer, I called the manager and requested that he pay her so that she could keep me company. However, I also requested that he not tell her that I own this restaurant. Similarly, when she approached me and demanded a kiss, I was taken aback. "What? I'll call your manager, Valerie, so he can arrange for a car to take you home because I think you're drunk. "No… I'd like a kiss, please." She said with a mope, which I saw as so charming. "Agreed, I will." She grinned at my response as she carried her lips nearer to mine, however rather than kissing her all the rage, I picked her cheeks, however at that point a scowl showed up all over. She bit my lower lip as she brushed her lips against mine before I could react. She was asking for trouble right now, and I am aware that if I start, stopping will be different. All things considered, I yielded to her solicitation, I began kissing her enthusiastically with my hands on her back. "Why did you stop, hey?" She asked me when I abruptly halted. "If you want to avoid regretting your actions tomorrow morning, you need to go home right now." I shared with her while remaining to my feet, I need to control my desire to accomplish something other than kissing. She stood up also, I needed to understand what she would do next as she continued to gaze at me and the following moment she started to kiss me once more. When I felt my hand travel up on her back, I realized I was responding to the kiss. Be that as it may, it's past the time to stop anything we've begun, as my whole body lights in discharge. "We really want to go to a cool spot." I was able to whisper into her ears, but she kept kissing my lips after she seemed so taken with the kiss. However, I needed to accomplish something before I lost my faculties here and have her, not that I mind. "Valerie, hurry." I gradually pushed her off my body prior to conveying her in a wedding style and leaving the celebrity region from the secondary passage. To get to the underground parking lot, I took the elevator down. In addition, before I took my seat, I opened the car and placed my driver beside the driver's seat rather than calling her to come and pick me up. "Hey! What's your name once more, put on some music, I need to abstain from resting." That sweet voice of hers made me turn towards her with a grin all the rage. Okay, but it's not "hey," but "Christine." I was courteous. "I will call you anything I desire to, Christmas, Chris, it all depends on what came to mind." To the song's rhyme, she responded with a head shake. Kiss me, please..." She turned to me while pointing to her lips and sang along with the song. "What? I ought to kiss you?" With a wide grin all over, she gestured her head like a charming child. "When we get here, I'll kiss you because I'm driving." She kissed my lower lip the next instant, and my eyes widened in shock, as if she had an invisible earplug on. "Hey…" Her grin caused me to fail to remember what I was going to say. I turned to see her still singing along as I parked my car in an underground parking lot near my apartment. I attracted her nearer to me while catching her lips with mine. At the point when we were both submerged in the kiss, I broke the kiss and left the vehicle prior to doing her and securing the vehicle. She was dropped on the bed before I kissed her lips, and the entire night was enjoyable as I slammed my door immediately. When I opened my eyes the next morning to the sun's harsh rays and got out of bed, the entire night's memory flashed into my head, making me smile. I turned to the other side of the bed in anticipation, but no one was there. Everything seemed like a dream, but I'm sure it wasn't. "Where in the world would she say she is?" As I made my way toward the bathroom, no one was there, so I didn't even bother asking anyone. My once light articulation turned grave right away. I needed to basically eat with her, trade contact with her, then, at that point, maybe… I don't know exactly what I want, but I really want her to be with me. Besides, I've never at any point felt as such, not that this is whenever I'm first connecting with somebody, yet Valeria is only not quite the same as them all. She caused me to feel the manner in which I've never felt and, most importantly, she brought me joy. I woke up from my slumber when my phone beeped. I grabbed my phone as I walked to the nightstand. "Hurry up." I requested my colleague from the other line. "We have an issue here, Mr Anthony needs to pull out his portions." Regulating my privately-owned company combined with my speculations is truly cumbersome, at times I want to take off from my obligations. My sibling, who should assist me with every one of these, is in the middle of engaging the world. "I'll see him in an hour, schedule a meeting with him." After saying that, I hung up and was about to hang up when another call came in. When I saw the caller ID, I signed. "Hi Mother." "Son, how are you? Anita claimed that she was unable to access your phone. What's the deal? She questioned me with a hint of ire in her voice. I had to come up with a plausible lie because I couldn't possibly tell her that I had blacklisted my girlfriend's phone number. "Mom, is she certain that she is calling my line?" "As you can clearly see, my line is going through, so the fault might be her because she is still in a foreign country," she said. This is yet another issue that arises when maintaining the family business and trading happiness for fame. I must marry Anita because my company and her father's business have a marriage alliance. "You are correct, yes." She replied, paused for a while, took a deep breath, and then said. "Christine, your grandmother is ill, and she is in the intensive care unit right now."