Twisted Desires: He may never be mine

Thanks," she carried them and headed for her table. I moved back

a comforting backdrop to the evening. The night wasn't busy, there were more empty seats than expected. I took a deep breath knowing I woul

I failed. He moved to the chair at the far end, on my right hand side and took a seat. My eyes kept

ly. Then our eyes met and I found myself frozen in his gaze. He raised his hand,

my tiny book and looked at him again, my lips blocking every words that tried to escape them. "Yes, I wou

glared at me with the darkness that was his eyes. Seconds later I went back to his table with his drink in m

e asked as he looked at his drink, not

tually," my

said in a co

orders, but this one had nothing to do with work. How dare he? "How hard is your life

t die everyday. And I keep wondering why someone like you would feel that way. I know a rich person when I see one, trust me, I've seen a lot of your type. They're all just playboys who like to hurt girls

I hope you choke on your drink," I smiled sarcastically andwent back to my work position. Mr brooder continued to sip his drink

ld my breath, anger coiling tight in my chest. What a pretty psycho. It was ha

and brought out his wallet. After dropping cash on the table, he walked to the door. I

speak again with his hands in his pocket. "I'm so sorry for what I said earlier. I don't know what came over me. I had no right to speak

ld have done this instead." I reached for the belt loop of his trousers, pulled it, and poured the contents of the glass in his pants. I thought about it hard enough for the few seconds

e car few meters away made me satisfied with what I did. The car seemed familiar but I though

g around, I smiled from ear to ear, not because I was proud of what I did, but be