My arm burned in pain and I jerked it away as I stared at the guy, taken back by the fact that he had become aggressive with me.
What is wrong with you?
I asked him in a low and cold tone. Are you some kind of psychopath?
He seemed like he was already regretting what he had just done. He took a step back and sighed. I'm...I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that.
You're damn right, I replied without missing a beat.
He swallowed slowly, flashing me a forced smile.
You know what? Do whatever you want. I only wanted to help you.
He turned, and I watched him walk back to the bar.
Should I follow him? I wanted to but at the same time, I felt like he was just playing with my emotions. And I really did not have it in me to play the game he was playing right now.
I continued to watch him, he sat at the bar and started talking to the bartender. In a few seconds, a drink was handed to him and he did not even hesitate. He gulped half of the glass down and from the expression on his face, I could tell that it was a strong drink.
I peeled my eyes off and glanced around. Everyone seemed to be in their own world, having the time of their lives. And here I was, stuck in my head and filled with so many heavy emotions that I did not know what to do with them.
I looked back at Daniel and he now sipping the rest of his drink and making a point to not look my way. I can't believe that I was about to do this but I released a sigh and then started walking towards him.
I sat next to him and then ordered a drink for myself.
I was already tipsy and this was probably not a good idea but at this point, if I wanted to listen to the guy, I would need to be more than buzzed.
The bartender handed me my drink and I took it from his hand, bringing the glass close to my lips before doing what Daniel had done.
I drank half of the glass and the liquor burned my throat as it slid down.
I felt like fire was coming from my nostrils and I immediately placed the rest of the drink down before looking at the guy who had seemed to be watching me.
Do you still want to help me?
I asked in a monotone.
He stared for a few seconds and then scoffed faintly before turning fully to me.
Do you want my help?
I wet my lips and closed my eyes for a few seconds as I tried to allow the alcohol to do its work. I could feel the buzz getting worse.
Then I opened them and locked eyes with him. Yes, I want your help. Now tell me, why do you think that CEO Damion was the one who killed my boyfriend
I don't think that, Claire. I know it. Do you think that his success is because he's such a good businessman? He's a monster, and your boyfriend was not the only victim of his evil.
An emotion flashed in his eyes and I could not tell whether it was sadness or regret, but I knew that it reflected something that I was familiar with.
He had lost someone too. I had not told me that but I just knew it. I could feel it, the look in his eyes also was a dead giveaway.
Who did you lose?
I could not help but ask.
It's none of your business. This is not about me but you.
I smiled without humor.
If you want me to trust you, you better start talking.
He swallowed hard and I watched his Adam's apple go up and down in a quick motion.
Please don't make this as if we're in therapy. Just let me help you. I don't f*ck with all that sharing feelings bullsh*t.
He scoffed before taking a long sip of his drink and looking back at me.
But how then was I supposed to trust him? I only knew his name, but nothing about him.
Claire, stop overthinking it. What's the worst that could happen if you accept my help?
He added when I had not said anything. Make the guy pay, he needs to pay.
I sighed and brought the glass to my lips. The edge was cold on my lips. I parted them and drank the rest of the drink in one go and damn, it burned. I then placed the empty glass on the counter and looked back at the guy.
Okay, I replied while nodding. F*ck it, let's make Damion Kingston pay. I shrugged.
If you're right about him, then I want him to suffer like how I've suffered for the last few months. I want him to taste the pain that I have had every single day waking up to an empty bed.
Daniel smiled, nodding as he took in my words. That's my girl.
He smirked.
Let's make that f*cker pay!
He suddenly shouted the words as he raised his glass almost as if he was giving a toast. Whoo! F*ck yes!.
He laughed freely.
I could not help but chuckle a bit too. I was drunk, I could feel it.
Yet, I ordered one more glass of whiskey. When it came, I did not even hesitate, I took a big gulp of the burning liquid.
I was so lightheaded and I knew that I was not far from being drunk anytime soon.
Claire, I have one of the best plans ever!
He continued, his words were clear due to the fact that he was a bit drunk.
Damion won't know what'd hit him. He would never be the same after what we're about to do to him.
He laughed like a madman.
I laughed too but mostly because I was drunk, but deep inside, anxiety clawed at me.