Chapter 142: Chapter 142
Chapter 142
~Ripped dress~
“What the hell is wrong with you? Why are you stalking me? “ Jacy quarreled, losing interest in the beer she was about pouring before Rodriguez appeared behind her with his voice, grunting like an overbred alpha.
“Heh trust me,” he peered his head to her face to sound it louder because the buzzing noise of the music could barely allow one say a word without repeating, “I wish I could avoid you. I wish I could go my way without having to see you every now and then like my shadow. I really don’t love you, so don’t think I am in love with a woman that distastes me like shit.”
She poured her beer, had a gulp and tried to pour another. “You can’t tell me nothing. There are too many VIP spots around you can stay and feel the night. Please let me be. I don’t know you. I can’t even say if you are a man or a woman, if you have a dick or a pussy or both.”
Rodriguez scowled his face, raised a brow “What!” he exclaimed, inarguably believing she was making that statement from a drunken head, because from the look of things she was on her fifth bottle of beer, about doing sixth with whisky gone half way.
He sat on the sofa next to her and brought his cigar from his breast pocket to light, nursing interest in the whisky that relaxed in the bucket of ice on the table. But he wouldn’t want her trouble. Quickly he stood up.
“Excuse me,” he said and walked to the bar to place his order and then returned to Jacy who had emptied her last bottle of beer and pounced on the whisky.
He stared at her keenly and had every reason to believe that Jacy was struggling with a heavy heart, and the troubles of her time; he could recall the young man he was arguing with at the beach, and somehow he had come to believe that she was not telling him the truth, and if she had told him the truth she wouldn’t be nagging at him and avoiding him like plague.
“You have every right to believe I am stalking you. But you know since I met you, I have realized coincidence have played a better part of us.” he paused, dimmed his eyes to light his cigar. As soon as the blue flame caught the butt of the cigar, he puffed a spiraled smoke and welcomed with his eyes the bartender who was coming in his direction to present his orders.
She resumed her quarrel. “I have not come here to share table with you, if you buy your drinks you should get a table,” she said and fell back on the sofa, smoking her fourth cigar , with the eagerness of just having to put something in her mouth without having to explore and enjoy it
“After I toiled with my Austin Martin almost all day, a towing van came to my rescue, and I have to cool off in the club. Thank God is Friday. So I never planned to meet you here. You left and left me for good…”
He was interrupted by her riotous laughter which even caught the attention of onlookers nearby. She tried to control herself but ended up bursting out another laugh which ended with slight coughing.
The way you say I left you for good sounds humorous. Come on someone close by hearing you say that would think I have dated you so well that I can tell the color of your urine and that of your dick head, uh.”
He poured his first beer, noting inwardly it was actually his first beer; he would want to leave the club the same way he came; he was new in New York and wouldn’t want to get into trouble as a result of being alcoholic. He gazed upon Jacy and perceived much of the exudates of alcohol was coming from her end and by now she should be heavily drunk, with not too much the grace of speaking fluently, but a bit aware of what she was conveying.
“What is funny?” Rodriguez asked, and drew at his cigar before puffing a cloud of smoke. “I gave you a lift and my car broke down on the road, you abandoned me and went your way what do you call that?”
“Go to hell that is what I call it,” she replied, chuckling. “When your mates were buying good cars that fit the road, you were busy buying the mocker name of some motherfucker wh—what is the name of that mocker car called again?” she inquired and resumed her laugh.
Rodriguez ignored her, feeling he shouldn’t be explaining himself to her anymore if not always.
Furiously she stood up. “You are the last mad man I want to stay with right now… yeah…” she attempted to make a step but only succeeded in taking two steps backward and fell back on the sofa. She wanted to make a statement but belched instead, pointing at Rodriquez.
“You just have to stay put. You are tipsy,” said Rodriguez, as he took away the leftover of the whisky she had on the table, shifted the table aside so as not to have all the bottles dash on the floor by the time she pushed against the table.
She staggered to her feet. Rodriguez lent her his hand and she knocked it off. “I want to go home. Fuck off, stranger.
All along he had been thinking if he would be opting for another trouble by taking her to his hotel room. He had no home in New York. For six straight months he had perched from one hotel to another…
His thought was interrupted; the only thing he heard was a dress tearing; before he could stop her, Jacy had ripped her gown apart, baring her big pale braless breasts to onlookers, like a freshly made burger…