Chapter 381 The Hot-Tempered Beauty
After a moment, the driver opened his mouth, his voice oozing with a sleazy vibe that made my skin crawl. "Hey, miss, why are you heading to a bar alone this late?"
I didn't want to deal with such a creep, so I turned to look out the window, ignoring him.
He kept going, "Bars are wild places, full of all kinds of people. A pretty girl like you walks in there, and those guys will be looking at you like you're a snack."
Seeing that I wasn't responding, he turned his head to look at me, flashing a nasty smile.
Feeling irritated, I turned away from him and replied coldly, "I'm picking someone up."
But he acted like he didn't hear me, continuing his monologue. His eyes darted sideways, checking me out from head to toe.
"Miss, men understand men. I can see right through those guys at the bar; they're just hoping to run into a beauty like you. It's not safe for you to go alone. How about I go in with you for a drink?" As he spoke, he licked his lips, making me want to puke.
My disgust was obvious, and my tone turned icy. "No, thank you."
But he wouldn't let up. "Miss, don't be ungrateful. It's late, and who else would be willing to accompany you to such a place? I'm doing this for your own good. If something happens to you at the bar, it's not worth it." As he spoke, his filthy hand, with dirt caked under the nails, reached out to touch my arm.
I quickly jerked away, glaring at him and shouting, "Get your hand off me!"
He chuckled, slowly pulling his hand back, muttering, "Just kidding, you've got quite a temper. I like a girl with spirit."
Finally, the car arrived at the bar. As soon as it stopped, I hurriedly pulled a bill from my wallet and tossed it to the driver. I pushed the door open and bolted out, desperate to escape the suffocating, nauseating car.
But the driver's voice lingered in my ears like a haunting echo. "Miss, don't rush!" He shouted, and then the car door slammed shut. I heard his footsteps quickly approaching.
"You'll need a ride after you pick up your friend. I'll be here waiting for you, and we can negotiate the fare!" he yelled, reaching out to grab my arm.
I yanked my arm free from his dirty hand, turning to glare at him. "I said I don't need you. Stop following me!"
But he shamelessly leaned in closer, his breath hot against my face. "Miss, don't be so heartless. It's late, and the bar is dangerous. When you come out, if there's no car, it'll be inconvenient. I genuinely want to help you." Saying this, he licked his cracked lips again, his eyes fixed on me like he wanted to devour me whole.
I frowned in disgust, ignoring him and quickening my pace towards the bar. I thought I could shake him off, but he followed me inside.
"What are you doing?" I demanded angrily, turning to face him.
He grinned. "I'm worried you'll get taken advantage of alone. I'll stay nearby to keep an eye on you."People passing by gave us strange looks, but he didn't care, sticking close behind me.
A tall, burly security guard noticed the commotion and stepped forward, blocking the driver.
"What's going on here?" The guard's voice was deep and authoritative. The driver was momentarily stunned by the sudden intervention, his smile freezing, but he quickly resumed his sleazy grin.
"This lady is my passenger. I'm worried about her safety, so I'm following her to keep an eye on her." With that, he tried to sidestep the guard and push into the bar.
The guard, experienced and unfooled by his excuses, moved to block him again. "The bar has rules. Unrelated persons can't enter."
The driver's expression soured, and he slammed his foot down in frustration, shouting at me, "Miss, I'm not a bad guy! I'm here to keep you safe."
I glanced back at him, annoyed. "I have nothing to do with you. Stop following me!"
The guard, hearing my words, was now certain of the driver's ill intentions. He crossed his arms and stared coldly at the driver. "You heard her. She doesn't need you. If you keep bothering her, I'll call the police."
The mention of "police" made the driver's mouth twitch. He finally gave up, glaring at the guard and me before turning and cursing under his breath as he walked back to his cab.
Watching him leave, I finally felt a sense of relief and took a deep breath.
The guard helped me push open the heavy bar door, and the noisy, chaotic atmosphere swallowed me whole.
Inside, the bar was dimly lit, with colorful laser lights flashing around, making my head spin. The air was thick with the smell of alcohol, cigarettes, and the nauseating stench of sweat.
I frowned, waving my hand to clear the murky air in front of me, and began searching for David in the dim, crowded space.
Finally, with the bartender's help, I managed to weave through the crowd and found David in a dimly lit corner. He was hunched over the bar, surrounded by a collection of empty bottles, one still teetering slightly and making a soft clink. His hair was disheveled, with strands falling across his forehead, partially obscuring his flushed face.
I hurried over, gently tapping his shoulder and shouting, "David, wake up."
David slowly lifted his head, his eyes unfocused. It took him a moment to recognize me. When he did, he smiled drunkenly. "Diana, you're here."
Before he could finish his sentence, his body tilted to one side, nearly crashing to the floor.
I reacted quickly, grabbing him with both hands, feeling his body limp and powerless.
I sighed helplessly, slipping my arms under his armpits and struggling to lift him from the bar.
He leaned heavily against me, his full weight pressing down, making me stagger.
I gritted my teeth, planted my feet firmly, and used all my strength to support David as we headed towards the door.
As we walked, I couldn't help but wonder what had happened to the usually composed David to make him drink himself into such a state.
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