Meet My Baby's Daddy Again: Bittersweet Revenge

h each breath I took, a sense of comfort seeped in. After the arguments with Father, my mind craves alcohol, its bittersweet taste, and its ability to erase my worries. An es

de, the atmosphere was harmonious, with gentle chatters and murmurs, mixed with laughter and the sof

y voice was low yet loud to get his attention. He looked up at me with a wide grin on his face. He was beau

. Confusion washed over me as I stared at him in disbelief. What is th

nd Italian either but since you understood me pe

He walked to the rack that held different varieties of wine and drew out a bottle from it. He poured it and a few other drinks into a shaker and s

all at once. A hiss escaped my lips as I felt the burning sensation of the liquid in my throat. This is quite strong a

d used earlier and placed them on the co

and a smile crept up his face, he shook his head and continued his mixing. "How silly of me to ask an obvious qu

lfriend," he correct

beautiful boy," I

ulped it down all at once again. "Easy on how you take all tha

nside twisted. I began to feel lightheaded, subconsciously aware of my surroundings. I signaled him to make a

ar, his gaze was fixated on me. He glared at me as though I was someone he knew. I withdrew my gaze from his immediately, focusing my attention ba

e, the corners became blurry, an

n the direction of the voice, my vision a little blurry, but his charm was undeniable even though I was drunk. "My name is Romano Alessandro," he introduced himself simply but

replied "Yes sir, I c

, and I insi

ffer but I can pay for my drinks," I declin

s having," He instructed the bartende

I can afford my drinks, Sir," I snarled between clenched teeth. "And you," I sai

lways first, Signorina." I watched him mix the drink as a

he bartender in front of me as they held a staring competition between one another, after a few seconds the bartender gave up and went back to mixing the drin

castically, rolling my eyes

s it?" he asked, as he f

side. I signaled for the bartender to give me my bill, so I could leave. The place was becoming too cramped. He lef

d I almost lost balance but was quick to get a hold of myself. "Are you sure you want

choice," I rep

ought you a drin

k you forced

if you felt insult

e all beautiful, but have a n

as he gulped his drink. I couldn't help but stare at his Adam's Apple dancing up and

t my words. His eyes locked into mine, and as they held unspoken conversations with my e

esponded, quickly in anticipati

Kate

immediately the mispronuncia

I did not know how that rhymed at that moment but I found myself dancing to his rhythm.

which I didn't because I was perfectly fine on my own. He assumed me to be a man bec

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signaled to the bartender to get more gla

asn't f

ay so," he said

nny?" I asked to confirm h

is long lashes. Suddenly, I burst out into laughter, no certain cause for my laughter but the feeling lingere

aware of his every movement, the way his eyes lingered on mine. The slight brush of h