"Divorced," he twisted his ring sadly. "It's been hard to get over. But I've been thinking it's time for me to let go."
Ivy swallowed hard, getting lost in his eyes again. She reluctantly looked away, feeling her cheeks burn.
She realized she still didn't why he was there.
"So uh, what brings you by?"
Just as Scott opened his mouth to answer. He was interrupted by a deep voice from behind the bar. "Can I help you?"
Along with Ivy, Scott looked at the stranger wearing a skeptical expression.
Scott gulped, "Uh yeah, I was looking for the owner."
"Well, you found him," the man said bluntly, earning a scold from Ivy.
"Daddy," she tilted her head at him.
Ivy's father didn't like strangers very much. It didn't matter if they looked like him or not. Every customer that came into the club had to pass his BS meter.
Uncomfortable under her father's stare, Scott cleared his throat. "This place use to be a food establishment-"
"Three blocks down, make a left. First place on the corner," her father interrupting rudely.
"Dad!" Ivy snapped.
"What?" he asked with a shrug.
Ivy rolled her eyes as her father went to serve a customer. She looks at Scott as he stood up. "I'm sorry about him. He's bad at socializing."
Scott chuckled, "It's fine. I have to go, anyway. It was really nice meeting you."
Ivy was sad about him leaving but covered it up with a smile. "Feel free to drop by, again. If you ever decide to come back."
Scott smiled again, and her heart did another leap.
"I will."
She watched him leave was a said sigh.
"Seems like a nice guy," her father said, cleaning a glass.
Ivy slowly turns to him, "you could have been nicer."
"He could have stopped drooling over you, but I didn't complain, did I?"
"He wasn't drooling," Ivy scoffed.
"Yeah, you're right, you were. White boy fever is what I'm gonna call it," he joked, smiling a little.
Ivy couldn't stop smiling if she tried. "That's not funny, dad."
"Then why are you laughing?"
Playfully rolling her eyes, Ivy stood up and returned to the stage for the next song.
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I lied, Scott thought, and he hadn't planned to do so.
He thought about it, and before he could do the right thing, the word "divorced" just slipped out of his mouth.
Scott knew that he shouldn't have lied, but when he was sitting there with that gorgeous woman. He wanted to forget about this boring life.
Hearing her sing, talking to her, finding that place.
Everything that happened tonight is the most excitement he's had in years. And for once, he didn't get treated special because he was rich.
He got treated like an average person. No one had any expectations for him.
Scott got to be himself and enjoy music that he hadn't realized he missed so much till today.
Music was his passion growing up. He could never get enough of it. He was always singing or listening to music. After all, it was his escape from his parents.
All they wanted to do was get richer, and all I wanted was to sing, and because of being afraid to fail them, he didn't accomplish his dream.
And seeing Ivy up on that stage awakened the guy inside of him whose passion and love was music. That guy was also attracted to Ivy. A woman who had a passion for music just as much as he did.
Scott could see it in her eyes when she was on stage. She was comfortable and free up there. For a moment, he envied Ivy and wanted to go up there himself.
"Babe," Scott felt a hand on his shoulder and looked to see Celia standing beside him at the bathroom sink. "You okay?" she asked, picking up her toothbrush. "You seemed absent-minded at dinner."
Scott had been thinking about Ivy so much that he didn't remember anything that happened at dinner.
"Yeah, I'm okay."
"You sure?" She brushed her teeth with her hand on her hip. "You seem different since this morning."
Scott kisses her on the cheek. "I'm good."
He goes into their room and plops on the bed.
Scott knew that it was bad to be thinking about another woman, but he couldn't help it.
He couldn't get Ivy's beautiful brown eyes out of his head.
Twenty-Seven||Part Three
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