Betrayed By My Boyfriend, Claimed By Destiny

Charlotte walked into one of the local bars; the cab driver said this was the most low-key bar in the city, so it was a good place to have fun without drawing attention, just the perfect spot for her. She noticed the young manly handsome bartender at the counter who smiled at her the moment she stepped in and she most certainly lost her breath.

She was frozen at the spot for a few seconds, her breath taken by his sparkling white teeth, his one sided dimple which she found oddly attractive and his Finnish black hair. She slowly took a seat with her eyes locked on him; Tiana was right, Rovaniemi had really sexy bartenders and men in general.

She wasn’t that kind of girl but she wouldn’t mind taking Olivia’s advice tonight, this charming bartender seemed to be prospective, she will keep an eye on him as the night progresses.

Charlotte tapped her neatly trimmed and polished fingers on the table, she had gone for manicure the very day her life fell apart. Well, she wanted to look good for Josh, but it didn't exactly go as planned. She even painted his favorite colors, she wasn’t a big fan of the lemon as she found it odd, but since it was his favorite color, she had it on her fingers.

Less than two minutes after Charlotte slipped into the chair, crossing her legs in the most feminine position with a beautiful smile. Her pouted pretty lips stuck out admirably and her gorgeous cat eyes looked adorable. The handsome waiter walked to her, Charlotte found the apron tied around his waist attractive and she wondered what he would look like without shirts.

He would definitely have a chiseled body that could make any lady wet, his large eyebrows were perfect and the way he smiled would melt any heart. Maybe this was her just trying to picture any other guy but Josh as perfect, perhaps as a strategy to make herself feel better, she was trying to prove to herself that there were guys better than her ex. But even then, she was still thinking of him in comparison.

“I didn’t know an angel would be visiting the village of Santa Claus this year, what brings you down from the heavens, my lady?” he spoke with such class and esteem.

Charlotte blushed. “I am looking for something hot and strong, something to pass the night with, preferably with a happy ending, you know, leave me in ecstasy.” she replied and winked at him, she regretted the winking part the next moment.

Okay, maybe she wasn’t as good at this as she thought she was, she didn’t even have good pickup lines. Perhaps that is why her man left her.

“Alright, something hot and strong coming your way, my lady… if there is something else you want, just give the word. Your satisfaction is my concern,” the hot waiter said with a smirk and then he turned to leave.

Charlotte turned around awkwardly and groaned within her. Maybe she will get inspiration after a few bottles, with alcohol, she wouldn’t even need pickup lines; the words will come on their own. One thing was certain, she was taking a hot man home tonight.

** * * * * *

Charlotte had gulped down four full glasses of whatever alcohol the waiter had served her and it was already having its effect on her. She could still count five fingers as seven, which means there was still hope for her to go home sober if she changed her mind about getting drunk tonight.

She was already soliloquizing and laughing out loud, the bar had gotten noisier than when she first arrived but that didn’t seem to bother her. The bar had strippers performing and it took a lot of resistance to not join them on the dance floor. She wouldn’t mind getting rocked or smacked in the ass by those half naked hot men.

She felt so free and happy, she knew she was under the influence but that was the whole plan. She didn’t want to hold back, she wanted to let it all out, all the pent up emotions, her self-control, she wanted to do what she really desired, and it was to open up to someone, to confess how she really felt.

Just then, a man walked up to her. He wore casual outfits like he was a gardener or something, he seemed intoxicated as well, but he had better control over it.

“Hey,” she screamed out to him like he was kilometers away, but he was just on the other side of the table.

“Having a good time, huh? Who are you here with, my lady?” he asked back as he dropped the bottle of Budweiser on the table.

She giggled. “Gentleman huh? I am here all alone!!” she yelled again and laughed while dancing offbeat.

“I guessed so. You look like you can do with a little company, tell me why a pretty lady is out here drinking all alone, I am seeing you here for the first time so I guess you are not from around.” He uttered. “I am Williams by the way,” he added.

“Ughh!! Party pooper, boo!!” she groaned drunkenly. “What do you care about?” she asked.

“Oh, I don’t. I believe people only get drunk to escape from their painful reality, so tell me what you are running from?”

“It is no big deal, my asshole boyfriend dumped me, probably because I wasn’t fun, so this is me being fun, Hahaha!!” she laughed and filled her cup again.

“I see, so you are dealing with emotional trauma and pain and you thought getting drunk would help you escape from it. You are right, maybe the pain would go away for a few hours, but when you wake up in the morning, you will be back to square one, the pain will be back all over again. Is that what you really want?”

“Oh come on, don’t kill the fun… I thought you said you didn’t care, what do you want me to do, stay indoors and cry? I won't cry for no asshole!!” Charlotte retorted.

“Well, everyone has their way of dealing with grief and loss, but maybe you should talk about it. Tell me about this asshole ex of yours over another bottle.” Williams requested and then sent for the waiter.

“That sounds like a good deal, but let's talk about you, MR. Williams… you said people use alcohol to escape their painful reality, so what painful reality are you trying to escape, my handsome drink mate,” she uttered with a broad smile on her face.

She was literally spelling out her words, while her head bobbled from one end to the other. Her eyes closed more times than they were open.

“Hmm, let's just say… I have no control over my life, everyone expects me to behave in one way or the other, the want me to live my life with codes, rules and regulations that they make, they want me to be like one person or the other, but I don’t want to be that person, I just want to be me.” He complained.

“Oh, Williams… then just be you, why all the drama? You are a full grown man, you can choose to be whoever you want.” She said half soberly

He smiled and poured her a drink from his bottle, she had emptied hers. “Well, my dear… it is not as easy as you think. That is why I always come here, the only place I don’t need to act in the way they expect me to act, the only place I can be free to be whoever I want to be.”