It's easier to fall for the gentleman than for the jerk. And whatever happened in Paris, didn't stay in Paris.
"Are you so scared to be alone with me?" he asked with a cheeky smirk.
"I'm not scared. I just don't want to give the wrong impression to...
"Are you blind? Watch it! You spilled my cocktail!" I shouted in pain as I rubbed my shoulder.
"I was going to apologize, but you are one arrogant bitch. Here are 50 euros for your cheap ass drink. Now get lost," the guy growled and threw the bill in my face.
At first, I was shocked by his rude behavior, but then I got pissed.
How dare he?
I slapped him across the face without thinking twice.
"What the f*ck you bitch?! I will kill you!" he yelled in anger as he held his cheek with one hand.
"I'm not scared of you. Get out of my sight before I slap you again," I hissed.
"If you were a guy, I would have broken your jaw by now. Consider yourself lucky that you are a girl!"
"Yeah, whatever. Piss off!"
"I'm wasting my time with your ugly self. No one wants you in this club anyway so go home ugly bitch," he laughed sarcastically.
My blood was now boiling. I raised my hand to slap that son of a bitch again, but he blocked my hand and squeezed my wrist harshly.
"Let go, you are hurting me," I yelped.
"Serves you right."
Everyone in the club was dancing and having fun so no one paid attention to us. Sarah was not back yet either. I wondered why the hell she was taking so long.
"Hey Neymar, here you are! I thought you were getting us drinks? What are doing with that girl?" a guy suddenly yelled over the loud music.
"It's this bitch's fault, Marc!" He shot me an angry look and didn't let go of my wrist.
"Let go! Stop harassing me," I growled.
"Neymar, let go of her! You are hurting her. Go back to the boys. I will handle this and get our drinks okay?" the Marc guy pleaded.
"Fine," the jerk hissed and finally let go of my wrist. He shot me a deadly look before walking off.
"I apologize on his behalf. He has been in a bad mood recently due to some personal things. Are you okay?" Marc asked with real concern in his eyes.
"Yeah," I nodded and rubbed my painful wrist.
"I'm Marc Bartra by the way and you are?"
"My name is Anna."
Marc seemed like a nice guy and he was handsome as well. His eyes were such a beautiful shade of green. He was nothing like that jerk Neymar.
"Here is my number, maybe we can hang out sometime?" he asked charmingly.
"Sure," I said a little confused, but also flattered to be getting this handsome guy's number.
"I hope to see you again soon Anna," he smiled before leaving and merging into the crowd.
Sarah returned a couple of minutes later and I immediately told her everything that had happened while she was in the bathroom.
"I leave you 5 minutes and you get into all the fun without me," she fake pouted.
I shot her a glare and it made her chuckle.
"Okay but seriously now. That Neymar guy is a complete jackass! Are you going to call Marc though?" she asked, wiggling her eyebrows.
"No, I don't think so. He is nice and all, but he is friends with that douchebag. It's better not to call him," I said and threw the number in the trash nearby.
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