This week is our picture prompt week and all posts must be 300 words or under and reflect the chosen image. Today we have a snippet from my new MM contemporary nightclub book, The Bachelor & The Balladeer, Tales of the Scarlet Owl #1. In this excerpt, we see that Cabriolet Vermet, our leading man, is having a bad, bad night.
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“Why are you sitting here in the dark drinking that shit whiskey again?” He asked, his voice filled with derision.
“It suits me.”
“Yes, it really does,” he sighed dramatically then slipped behind the bar to begin mixing himself a Mai Tai.
“You don’t have to get the mix,” I said then turned on the leather stool to look into his indifferent eyes. “You’re not staying long enough to enjoy a drink with me.”
“Oh, I see. So, Maurice raced to you and tattled. Fine. I’m tired of keeping up the façade anyway,” he stated coldly, slammed his empty glass to the counter and huffed off in the direction of my bedroom.
My ass remained on the stool. He’d not steal anything that wasn’t his. He might be a prissy, cheating bitch but he was no thief. As he slammed around I drank my whiskey and counted the lovers who had left in a similar fashion over the years. I lost count at ten, or perhaps I just quit counting. It made no difference. When your heart embraced someone, it ended up broken. People left. Mama had left me with grandmama. Grandmama had died when I was just eighteen. It simply went on and on until it would be my time to leave someone behind. Piteously, or perhaps not, there was not a soul who would mourn me. Maurice and Colette perhaps. And Rachel, my personal assistant. Other than that? Non.
“I’ll be back for the rest of my stuff tomorrow.” Mateo stalked up to me, slapped his key onto the bar, and tossed out a slim hip. “And for your information, all of this is your fault.”
“Oh? How is that? I was faithful to you.”
Copyright 2017 ©by V.L. Locey
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