CHAPTER 268 Five Years Later

　　After ten tequila shots and three white Russians, I turned and observed the scenery before me. The music is loud, and the room is starting to spin. My alcohol tolerance was low. I didn't want to go out, but I was dragged out of the house by Luis. He said I needed to get laid.  　　I snapped out of my thoughts when a Margarita was slammed before me. The bartender smiled and looked towards the door.  　　"It's from the gentleman in the other lounge," he said. I picked it up and took a gulp. It was the only time I appreciated pretty privilege. I'd been in this bar for over an hour, and I didn't spend money because every male wanted to spend money on a beautiful girl. Pretty privilege is real. I felt even more confident after cutting my long hair into a luscious long bob, which suited me. 　　I felt a presence behind me, probably from the man buying me liquor, and I turned to face him. 　　 I was taken aback by how good-looking he was. Stunning brown eyes and sharp features, I dropped my gaz