Mistaken Identity novel Chapter 69

Alex's Pov

I brought the glass of Vodka mixed with Campari to my nose then to my lips and drank it all at once. The strong liquids made me cough.

I lifted the glass so the waiter to see, "Same,"

He took the glass out of my hands and start serving me. I saw movement on the seat beside me, I didn't bother to look. I knew it was a woman. I could smell the strong scent of her perfume. I could also smell the strong liquor in my breath, but I don't care. Drinking makes me get high and forget about the pain I'm feeling in my heart. The pain of loneliness, the pain of heartbreak. This was just a another one of my failed attempts to woo her. I did everything in the book. I brought her on a romantic dates, we had ice-cream, we talked, we bond but all I did made no difference because she still didn't stay. She didn't stay with me. Maybe her love wasn't strong enough, at least not strong as mine.

I never expect her to leave the way she did. I never expect her to call me a fool. She was right. I'm a fool. I made her promise me to never leave me, maybe if I didn't insist on all those promises maybe she wouldn't feel forced to love me in return. She never forced me to love her it just came naturally. I didn't even realize that was falling until it was too late.

It's funny how we didn't have a good start, neither did we have a good end. we are just two broken hearts, one who hurt and one who can't forget the hurt.

The waited hands me the glass and I immediately drink it. I place the glass on the counter and bend my head to think.

"How much has he drunk since he got here?" a female voice said beside me, the same woman who sat earlier.

"About eight rounds." The bartender replied.

"Kevin!, Don't you think that's too much. Who's is he going to drive to get home."

"Helen, I can't tell the customers what to buy and how much to buy it. I'm running a business here. Without men like him, we'd never make a profit." I pick up that the bartender Kevin was talking about me, either about my wealth or my almost drunkenness.

"Okay, fine." after seconds she came over to me.

She pats me on the shoulder but I didn't say a word, too tipsy to do anything.