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I took one last sip of my drink, noting I wouldn’t be drinking any more of it, and grabbed the second cherry out of it. Then I made my way over to Mike.
“Hey,” I said when I made it over to where he was.
Mike smiled. “Hi.”
“Have you ever seen a girl tie a cherry stem using only her mouth?” I asked.
His face lit up, even if the scent of alcohol was overpowering him. He really was drowning his sorrows. “Even if I have, I’ve never seen you do it, so it would be like the first time, wouldn’t it?”
“Fair point.”
I closed my mouth around the cherry, ate the fruit, and disposed of the pit. Then, I worked my magic with the stem. When I pulled it out of my mouth and showed off the knot, it was clear Mike had enjoyed the show. “Impressive.”
I took a step closer, placed my hand on his chest, and leaned into him. “That’s not all I can do.”
“Is that so?”
With a smile on my face, I nodded.
He lowered his mouth to mine. “What’s your name?”
“Daisy,” I whispered, closing the remaining distance and kissing him.
It wasn’t bad. I mean, it wasn’t anything I’d remember in the morning, but if it helped to lift the guy’s spirits, I was okay with it. But kissing was as far as it was going to go.
Mike and I were in the middle of the kiss when I suddenly felt an excruciating pain at the back of my head as my hair was yanked and a woman shouted, “What the fuck are you doing?”
“Stacy,” Mike said, horrified.
Oh, no.
Oh, God.
The ex-girlfriend was here.
“I asked you a question, bitch!”
Blinking my eyes, my hands in my hair as I attempted to alleviate the pain from the hold she had on me, I couldn’t formulate a response.
“You think you can just walk up to someone else’s man and start kissing him?” she shouted, yanking harder.
“No. I… I didn’t know he had a girlfriend,” I rasped. “I thought you broke up with him.”
We were stumbling back and forth. I was desperately hoping Jeremy was going to come over and clear up the confusion.
“Broke up? Bitch, we’re engaged.”
My body tensed even more than it already was, but instead of being able to react to the news Stacy had just delivered, we fell into a table, knocking it over.
That’s when chaos ensued.
I was on the floor attempting to get free of this woman as drinks on a tray from a waitress passing by flew everywhere. I couldn’t pay attention to what was going on around me, but lots of shouting and sounds of the wooden furniture hitting the ground were unmistakable.
“Help me,” I shouted, hoping someone would do something.
Nobody came.
I had no choice but to save myself from this. Stacy was pulling my hair and slapping me, her body on top of mine.
