CHAPTER 61

CHAPTER 61

Emerson pov

I never thought that someone, yes! That a person would make me perform again like the old times.

Most especially, I never thought that Love has courage to that thing she just did.

She did that to you once when she want to have your number, jacka*ss don't you remember that?

Of course I remember, that's the first time she ever came to me but that's really not Love. That's the Love, that the bastard of a Sebastian has created. I mean, he created the Love that never existed before and that Love is not normal. I mean, she could be a flirt whenever she wants. Yes, just like what she just did. But at least, she's herself. She's no longer the broken girl partying alone and kissing every man she likes.

When she went closer to me and put her arms on my shoulder that's the time when I know that I'll lose the battle of not going to perform.

I know when to surrender. I'm a gentleman, remember?

"I'm going to prepare for your performance." Grandy said and left us here, still in the bar area.

"You're a tease, you know?" I said without looking at her. I saw her look at me but snatched back her head and smiled.

"I know when and where to use my charm, Ems Ems." Love replied, sipping on her cocktail.

When I nodded, again she sips on her cocktail. "You're drunk." I said, trying to snatch the cocktail in her hands but she refused to give it to me.

"I'm not." She stated, sticking out her tongue on me. I chuckled.

She really is childish sometimes.

"Well, Mr. Triumph of Triumph's Corporation," Love said in a most flirty sound. She clings to me and put her head on my shoulder. "When are you going to perform?" She asked.

I chuckled and when I was about to answer her, she beats me to it. "Why you're always chuckling?" She asked.

She is really drunk. Shaking my head, I get the cocktail drink she's holding, luckily she doesn't snatched it back.

"You tricked me with your chuckle so you could get my drink." She said. Again, I shook my head.

"No I didn't trick you; I actually wanted to sober you up so when I perform, your mind is intact and that you'll remember how great I was." I said, putting down her cocktail.

When I put it on the stool I was surprised that the cocktail glasses are too many to count, but I think there's at least six of it.

Oh man! She drank too much. I bet tomorrow will be like hell to her. She might curse the cocktail and bow not to drink again.

"I'm not drunk!" Love exclaimed.

"Okay okay." I replied, nodding my head.

When I saw Grandy went up to stage, I know that it’s my cue to prepare myself. I don't know if I still can do it or not but I'll try. If one bottle will fell, I could just point it to the brandy I drank while waiting and watching Love drinking.


Love pov

Hahahahhaha... Do I look like I'm drunk!?

Really?

Well, I'm not.

I don't know what came in to me and I want to just cling in to Emerson. Well, blame some of it on my drink and the half of it? Blame it on my flirty attitude when drinking.

Women will say that when they've already drank a bottle or two, guys will come to them and be flirty. But with me? When I drank two bottles or let's say, three glasses of Margarita, I would be the one who would take an advantage to some men of my likings. Well, that's what I learned from myself after Sebastian and I broke up.

I was still on Emerson's shoulder when Grandy got up of stage and announces of Emerson's performance.

"Ladies and gentlemen, a friend of mine who were once worked with me, wanted to perform his skills in front of all of you." Grandy announces in the microphone. "Please welcome, our very own, Emerson!!!!" He shouted and then the audience is like roaring and shouting.

I got up of Emerson's shoulder before the spotlight focused on him and when the spotlight was on him, I instantly regret asking him to perform because all the women's eyes are glued to him.

What the h*ll? Why do they look like a predator?

Emerson got up of his seat and looked at me. "I hope I'll make you proud." He said as he removes his jacket and pull up his sleeves. Women are now getting wild just by watching him remove his coat.

I nodded at him, unable to say a word because I know that when I do that, it will sound like I'm jealous of all the crocodiles around him.

The spotlight followed him until he got up on stage and when he's there, the crowd is getting wild again.

"Take it off!" Someone shouted, followed by the yes of the other women.

What? Is this a strip club? Why would he do that.

Then like a mantra women in chorus said.

Take it off!
Take it off!
Take it off!

Then like a professional performer, Emerson undoes his top button and that made the crowd wilder than ever.

The mantra is starting again and I just stood there, don't know what to say because Emerson is looking at me. I know that because he's looking in my direction. At first I thought he was looking behind me but when I turned around and saw no one, when I looked back at him, he's smiling and like mouthed me it’s you. Or something.

When the audience started to sing take it off again, Emerson looked at me again and holy molllly! He's doing it! I don't if I should be mad or excited that he'll taking off his long sleeves.

He unbuttoned his shirt continuously, the audience continued to shout and me? I am like the statue of liberty.

Emerson finished unbuttoning his long sleeves but we were not seeing any flesh of him.

He smiled at the audience and like thunder, he took off his shirt, revealing that he still have another white V-neck shirt inside. I chuckled and felt relieve. I would kill him if doesn't have any.

After taking off his long sleeves, he immediately threw a bottle in the air. Well, that made the audience wowed.

He then juggled three bottles in the air, twisting it using his thumb and pointing finger. He is really a man with lots of talents. He threw one in the air and turned 360 degrees and catching it with his pinky finger. That again wowed the audience. He continued to spin the bottle, spin it in the air like a real professional. He looks happy, he enjoys it. Mission accomplished!

"He's amazing, isn't?" A woman said.

When I look at her, she's a bit familiar but I just don't remember how and when we met? All I did was to nod at her and watch Emerson again do tricks.

"I never thought that he'll be rich and be in his position now." The woman said. I just looked at her again, nodded and smile.

I'm really not used to having a chat with women who look like they have everything but the truth is no they don't. That's what this woman looks like. She's like a gold digger.

Sorry if I'm too judgmental but it’s what I see in her.

A black mini dress, skyscraper heels and a makeup that shouts happy foundation day.

If you know what I mean.

Happy foundation day equals lots of make up like a clown. I think it should be more of a "happy birthday"

When the music fades out, it indicates that Emerson is now finished performing. The audience clapped their hands and someone shouts for more but all Emerson did was to bow his head and took off the stage.

"What are you doing here?" Emerson asked when he appeared on my side. When I look at him, he's sweating from that performance and I wouldn't think that a sweaty Emerson is a hot Emerson.

I know that he's not asking me so I fished out my handkerchief in my bag and offered it to him. It’s the least I could do after asking him to perform.

"Why? Are you not happy at all to see me?" The woman asked. This is what I'm talking about. That woman and being a social climber bit’ssss.

I saw Emerson rolled his eyes. "No." He replied acidly.
The woman laughed like she already knows that he'll answer that.
"Anyway, who is this lovely girl beside you?" The woman asked. That's a sarcastic question and I know it.

Then Emerson snakes his arms on my waist and I was like having a mild stroke. The feeling is very sensual. I don't know what in it in his and it gives me the touch like no one else. It’s not a spark, it’s something else.

"Oh yes. I want you to meet my girlfriend, Love." He said.

Wait?
What?
What did he say?
What girlfriend?
Are we dating?
Of course not!

When I look up at him, he looked at me in the eyes and smiled. Oh..
"Sweetheart, this is an old friend of mine. I think you already met her at Emerald's." He said. "Crizza." He finally said her name.

Oh that's why, that's why she looks familiar and that's why she looks like a social climber because she is one.

"An old friend?" Crizza asked, crossing her arms across, revealing much of her breasts. "I'm not an old friend, I'm his old lover." She stated that almost made me effuse the water I'm drinking on her. Yes, I know it’s gross. But please, stop being a liar.
"I'm sorry." I said, making Emerson chuckles. "I never thought that you were his lover." I said, sounding like a total badass.

"She's not." Emerson said firmly. I can feel his arms clenching because of the girl. He's losing his coolness. I don't know what happened between them but that's making him want to punch her.

"Trust me, I am." Crizza said to me and raising her eyebrow on Emerson.
Then all I did was to smile at her. It’s genuine. Slight. Hahah..

"Alright, if you were his lover, then be it. It’s in the past anyway." I said, putting my hand on his chest, I sigh. "What's more important is us and the things happened between the two of you." I added putting an emphasis on the word us. "Isn't that right, sweetheart?" I finally said.

Whoa! After this, he might have to pay me. I'm a great pretender.

Well? How was that? Am I amazing?
When Emerson agreed with me I said. "Come on, let's go to your apartment, I'm really tired and I know you were also tired because of that performance." I said to Emerson and doing flirty again. I wiped his forehead with my hand so that it would real that he's tired.

But honestly? He really looks tired.

"Yes, of course." He said. Then he gets his coat on bar area's table and paid our bills.

Then we did an evil thing and that is while he's arms snakes in my waist, we walk out of the club without even saying anything to her.
Her face is laughable and very unforgettable.