Delicious Disaster

car was serio

ible for the shitty way I was feeling. Well, at this poin

ure out why I was b

subconscious shot, sneakin

at the back of my mind. but I somehow knew that food wasn't the

eptionist I had flirted with a few hours ago. However, as I approached the desk, the

loc

for you?" The receptionist said, taking her eyes awa

could start verifying, I asked, "Where is the lady that

she asked, her brows

ith her?" I asked with a smile. A simpl

ou'll have to wait for her to resume her

could I call a prostitute. Prostitutes were a no-go area for me. Moreover,

can get her number

ably ask the management," She re

ed my nice guy attitud

t all

sounded agitated. I was done playing nic

e, surprised at my

d it c

onfirm my reservation, she nodded a

food, and it wasn't taking no for an answer. With a sign, I diverted to the restaurant. I was going

the garden. Looking out the glass, I could see the sun peaking over the garden. The view was beyond beautiful. Happy men, women and childre

ever really h

nterrupted by the sounds of female laughter. The fact tha

e laughter. My heart sped up as I heard the vo

When I was done with them, I would cut them off and forget them. So, t

k was this

. Just when I thought the sound was a figment of my

fr

ber seeing this hair

ing? Because I could faintly remember wh

rom top to bottom. Which gave an amazing contrast to her sun-kissed skin.

s. Wait. Wasn't that Vivian? The receptionist I was desperately loo

as goi

suddenly became aware of the hungry male eyes staring at her from every corner of the restaurant. I felt myself ball up in a fi

ong with you?" My su

ld me off and walked out on me. I didn't mind because I didn't care for attitude.

As for Vivian, she would have to answer for that tattoo on her wrist. And that'll have to happen soon. But

e at the very thought of

u

tention. Then I remembered I had picked up her purse

e them. Whether by