Chapter 18

I looked at where Abelardo was sitting and I could see his jaw tighten while his hand formed a fist on his side. He could enjoy his company beside him I did not care anymore. I walked back to where the girls were but couldn't find Greg. "Look I hit the jack pot" I said waving the bottle of wine then told them about the bartender leaving Abelardo our of the conversation. "Are you really going to go coz I could really use it" Ari said wiggling her eyebrows. "Uumm no" I says looking at both of them. "Then I'll make good use of it" Martha said looking at me with a smirk. "Good luck" Ari said chuckling. Was she really going go. I gave her a look questioning her if she was really going to go. She looked at me replied it with a duh. Typical. "Don't worry he is there" Ari said pointing at Greg as if she read my thoughts. Gosh I wished I had a camera to take a picture of him with water dripping from his hair to his nicely formed abdomen with the six packs on display. When he reached next to me he kept a hand in my back and whispered in my head that we should walk. I bent a little to keep the bottle down and in the corner of my eyes I saw Abelardo coming toward us with the girl still clinging on his arm. I made sure to give a little show while I stood up because I knew he was looking at me. I took his hand and granted his wish to walk away because I didn't want to be in the same place with Abelardo he made it perfectly clear yesterday night. If he didn't want anything to do with me then I will stand on my side do my own things as long as I worked to pay him off. "We should go back to them I am sure your boyfriend over there will dig holes in me if we stay any longer here" he said chuckling. Looking back I rolled my eyes. I was really having fun just talking to him. Something was wrong. And I knew it I just couldn't put a finger on it. "Yeah let's go this sand is killing me I don't like the sand at the beach at all" I said picking up my shoes. We were sitting at the sand staring at the water. He gave me his hand to help me up. "Look who the cat finally decided to drag back" Ulbretch said crossing his hands on his chest as he looked at who I was holding hands with. Abelardo was sitting on a chair next him with a bottle of whiskey Infront of him. Had he been drinking. The words that Ulbretch said might have sounded funny for his emotions were locked just like how Abelardo did. They were all the same. Fuck them anyways. "I'll leave you guys alone I am going to the bar" I said making my way to the bar. "Hell no you are not going back there pick your robe and purse we are going to eat then go home" Abelardo said standing up giving me a murdering glare. What was his problem. "Let go" he said holding my hand marching to the reception. I quickly kept on my robe as I adjusted the shoulder bag that was about to fall off my shoulder. "Pay off for what I ordered when you finish have it handled to Ulbretch Emerson sitting at the poolside" he said not even bothering to look at the receptionist who was trying to get his attention by unbuttoning her buttons. Poor woman better luck next time. "Get in we are going to eat" he said when he was already in starting the engine. I didn't say a word I just followed the only fear I had was that he could take my job away if I didn't do it. We drove somewhere that I didn't know and probably would get lost if he chose to leave me and never look back again. The only thing that maybe could of lead you to the main road would be the little white stones arranged properly on the paved floor. "Please take me slowly I am wearing heels I can't match the same speed you are using" I said trying to make him atleast go slower because if he kept dragging me he would make me fall and my knees were not ready to get scratched by these hard rocks at all. He probably got my message because he loosened his grip on my hand and reduced his speed. Much better. I could see an opened cottage with people walking in and out. It looked Hawaiian with the green palm leaves on the top along with those long trees holding the cottage together preventing it from falling. It looked like a restaurant where they would serve you the perfect amount of rice with shrimps not like those fancy restaurants that they serve food that can't even fit in your palms. He still had my hand in his as we moved to the entrance a waiter was already standing there. "A table for two" Abelardo said in his usual cold voice. I gave a small apologetic smile to the waiter as he smiled back. Poor guy I was sure that he wouldn't want to be near us again. Another waiter came this time and asked for our drink and food. "So why are you wearing like this samah you look like you are a whore" he said removing his shades. What now. "You don't control my clothing Mr Mendoza I can wear what I want and today it was a free day " I said looking anywhere but his eyes. I would punch him if I did. "I don't control what you wear but I won't resist the urge to say what I think about your clothing or other things you do" he said taking a sip to his beer.