INNOCENT SURROGATE

“Piss off! I would rather not see you anymore!” he shouted to his live-in partner.

“Baby, please give me a second chance!”

“Second chance? Oh come on, Claudia. It's over! Now leave. Leave!”

Tumbler's eyes almost sparkled with anger. At the same time, he tore at the pictures of his partner kissing another man.

“Baby—”

“Stop calling me baby anymore! You disappointed me too much!”

“I'm—”

“Get out!” He dragged Claudia out of the big gate.

He immediately called his best friend. “Dude, where are you?” he asked.

“At home, is there a problem?” Climate replied.

“See you at the bar.”

“Okay. Okay!” He knew that he was angry and needed someone to talk to, so he did not refuse.

“Sylvia! Sylvia!” he shouted at the maid.

“S-sir, why?”

“Throw away all of Claudia's things. When I come back, I won't see a single one! If it wasn't for you, I'd be the one to sneak up on me!”

“ Yes. Sir—”

“Now!”

He immediately took the jacket and went out of his mansion. He almost flew his sports car because of so much anger. Furthermore, he arrived at the bar first, and ordered a liquor.

“Boss, we have a new entertainer you might like,” said the bar manager.

“Bring it here!” he said seriously. 

“Alright, boss.” He walked outside. 

His friend came, and his face showed concern. “What happened?” Climate asked.

“I broke up with Claudia, and kicked her out of the house!” He gulped down a glass of hard liquor at the same time.

“Again? What did you do?” he asked worriedly. 

“What else! Seeking another man!” it said, annoyed.

The friend shook his head because in his mind he was very unlucky with the woman.

“Excuse me, boss.” The manager came with the sexy entertainer.

“Good evening…” she politely greeted them.

“Come here!” Tumbler made her sit next to him.

“Are you sure it's good?” he asked the manager. 

“Yes, boss…" he replied with a smile.

“Good.”

“What about you, boss?” The manager turned to Climate.

“No thank you.”

As the night deepened, Climate said goodbye because his wife called. And he was left with the entertainer.

“Drive carefully!” He reminded his friend.

“Yes, I will. You too!” And it came out of the bar.

“May I know your name?” asked the entertainer with a caress on his thigh.

“I'm paying you to entertain me, not to ask my name. Can you have take-out? Name your price. I will pay you!” he said.