A Deal With The Billionaire

EPISODE SIXTY EIGHT

THEME: He is wasted.

CONNECTICUT, UNITED STATE OF AMERICA

With blurry eyes Christopher kept driving around the streets and his destination unknown to himself. He needed to cool off the heat so bad. And just as he rounded another street he saw a bar in sight. Not waiting to have a second thought he parked his car and entered the place.

It was obviously a small bar as it wasn’t crowded, just scanty sittings here and there. With a determined mind he walked up to the bar attendant.

“A bottle of vodka!” He ordered.

The man behind the bar, stood looking at him like he had gone crazy when he noticed it was just him alone. “Should I get you a glass sir?” The young man asked.

Christopher burned holes into him with his eyes. “Is there a problem with your ear? I said get me a bottle of vodka!” He yelled, this time making the few people in the room stare at him. But he bowed his head and ignored them until he felt the coldness of the bottle hit his skin.

“Here.” The bar attendant nodded towards him.

“Thanks.” He muttered, unscrewing the cap and he poured it down his throat. The drink made him cough out as it stung his eyes.

“Easy with that man!” Said the bar attendant who was staring at him with pity and wondering what could have gotten him so worked up.ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

The effect of the vodka was beginning to hit differently. He felt wobbly but sat still as he kept chugging down the content.

It was unbelievable that he and Jessica would never be together. He had practically lived his whole life surrounding her. He remembered when they had first met again after graduating from college, he had gone to a conference meeting in town on behalf of the corporation and had sighted her. Although they had kept in touch on phone once in a while but his love for her didn’t fade and the fact remained that he had been crazy about her since college. They both grew so fond of each other like it was in college and he was able to man up and confess his feelings to her.

They never really discussed marriage, but he had always had it in mind that she was going to be his wife whenever the time did come. Her rejection had come as the biggest shock he had ever encountered in the three decades of his life. To be turned down by the one he had dedicated his time and love to.

“You know women are evil right?” He slurred looking up at the bar attendant.

The bar attendant was busy cleaning up a glass as he only nodded in reply. “So, it is a girl problem!” He murmured to himself.

Downing another quarter of the bottle quantity, Christopher threw his head to the back as different thoughts occupied his mind. He wondered if Jessica had someone else she had contemplated on being with rather than him.

‘No, no, that’s not true. She has never cheated on me.’ He corrected himself.

He had decided long ago that Jessica was just overtly ambitious and chose her career over their relationship. If nothing he had expected her to at least think of the years they had been together and all they had shared.

He wanted to call her so bad and hear her say she was sorry for turning him down and how ready she was to be back with him. He was sure to take her back.

Christopher took another gulp of the vodka, it burned his throat as he snorted at his own silly thoughts. Jessica was stubborn and would do whatever it takes to get what she wanted. Even if it requires dumping the love of her life.

Realizing the actual situation of things, he began to heave as tears rolled down his cheeks uncontrollably. He had tried so hard to love her endlessly and he had even promised to let her follow her ambitions as much as she wanted. But still she refused him.

Time passed as he sat brooding over his failed love life and after exhausting the first drink he had ordered he asked for another one. He was beyond wasted this time as he kept calling out Jessica’s name to the horror of the bartender.

In his chaotic state, it didn’t reckon to him that his phone was ringing persistently in his suit pocket.

Raven was the one calling, she had almost lost it at home. Her plan was to watch the movie till she heard him come in. But to her surprise it was past twelve and Christopher was yet to return home. It was unlike him to not be home at such late hour. His phone kept ringing and he wasn’t picking.

She panicked and placed a call to Ava to ask after him. Ava had picked the call on the fifth ring with her voice very sleepy.

‘I am so sorry to have woken you up, Ava.’ Raven apologized.

‘It’s fine, are you alright?’

‘Yes, thanks. Are you home? I mean with Hope and James?’ Raven asked.

‘Yes sure, why do you ask?’

‘I just wanted to ask if Christopher came down to your place this evening?’ Bitting hard on her finger, Raven hoped he was there. She had been thinking of different horrible scenes he might be in.

‘No Raven, I haven’t seen him today. Neither has anyone in the house. Is everything okay?’

‘Everything is fine. Thanks Ava.’ The line went dead, she didn’t want to say anything yet. Just in case he was fine and nothing went wrong.

Raven thought to call Ashley, but it was certain Christopher wouldn’t go there. She placed a call to Benjamin, however his line was unavailable and that made an headache start forming. She kept dialing Christopher’s number consistently.

Christopher was being tapped by the bartender to get up. It was almost one in the early hours of the morning and the young man seemed ready to retire to bed.

“Please sir, I need you to leave now. I want to close for the day.” He kept repeating himself, until he heard a vibration come from Christopher’s phone at his breast pocket. Dipping his hands into his chest he brought out the phone.

‘Hello!’ He said.

‘Oh my goodness, finally!’ Raven blurted out on the other line. She knew it wasn’t her husband’s voice that spoke on the phone. ‘Please who are you? And where is he? Is he alright?” She bombarded the poor man’s with questions.

‘He is fine ma’am… ahm just wasted. Please who are you to him?’

Raven gulped hard at that question, ‘I am his wife!’ She muttered, uncertain if the man heard her.

‘Oh you are his wife, thank Goodness. Please I need you to come get him at the bar. I will send the address to you now.’

‘Thank you so much, just hold him up please. I would be there soon.’ Raven replied hanging up.

She ran through her closet and fished out a jean trouser and baggy shirt. After putting on a soft slide she practically ran out of the house. Looking around the area everywhere was silent. They lived in uptown and the people around were reserved. Calling a taxi, Raven checked the time and it was 1:00 a. m exactly.

She called out the address the bar attendant had sent to her to the driver and she prayed fervently that Christopher was in a good condition by the time she got there.