What to Say

Alley POV

"Four hurricanes and make them a double." I shouted to the bartender but he didn't turn around.

Wait, that wasn't the bartender. "Christian?"

He slowly turned around and I saw his hand with a bag of ice. I ran around the bar inspecting it. It wasn't that bad though, just a little red. "What happened?"

My eyes were tearing now. "It's nothing. Go dance and have fun." He gave me a quick kiss then walked away.

Seriously that was not ok. I stormed behind him pulling his shoulder to spin back to look at me.

"Excuse me? You don't fucking brush me off then walk away. I'm not some irrelevant whore that you fucked in the bathroom." Ok I really thought I wasn't pissed about what the bartender said but I guess I was because that was the first image that popped into my head.

I know he had a very colorful past but it was a huge leap of faith I was taking that he was really done with those ways. I had to ignore it because if he was fucking women behind my back, I know I would break.