JAMES

"Mr. James, your table is ready !" the manager of the bar informed me.

I nodded my head and I followed him "What's this? I said I want the VIP table in the private section! Are you deaf! Or you want me to shut down this bar?!" I hollered in disbelief.

"Sir, sorry it's just a mistake! give me one second and I..." The manager was trying to explain to me.

I cut off him "just stop babbling! I will take a seat at the bar counter tonight, you ruined my mood by your stupidity," I frowned.

"Sorry, sir! please forgive me, "the manager trembled.

I ignored him and I stepped to the bar. I waved to the bartender, who dropped his jaw from excessive happiness. I'm not a normal person who sits on a normal chair at the bar counter... although all the eyes turned to me .. yes I'm the son of the most famous producer in the country , the son of MR JACK DEAN!!!! the billionaire! besides, I used to be a famous basketball player too but due to an injury I stopped my basketball career and I started to work for my father.. all the singers in town do their best to come close to me, actors and actresses. I'm precious to all of them, which I hate most because I couldn't live a normal life because of that.

"Give me ... "I was going to order .. when a girl hit my shoulder and stood next to me asking the bartender for a beer ! What the hell ?! Who could she interrupt me and my order!

I spin my head to take a look! my eyes laid on her dimples and her glimmering eyes. I wish I didn't twirl my body! who the hell is she.. I gazed at her for a while. Then she dropped her jaw "sir! what's wrong ? why are you staring at me like this?" The girl questioned in curiosity.

I shook my head and I furrowed my eyebrows trying to control my facial expressions "Nothing! You ordered before me! "

"HUH!! So what ?!" She gasped.

"Don't you know who I am ?" I raised an eyebrow taking from the tip of my nose egotistically .. I was kind of sure that she knows me and she did that on purpose, but I was totally wrong.

"Miss, I can't give you anything or prepare your order, you are so young! sorry. but I could give you fresh juice!!!!!"The Bartender informed the girl.

The girl frowned and crossed her arms over her chest "FRESH JUICE!!!!!! What! I'm 17, not so young!"

"So what do you want from me?" I moved my fingers over her cheeks softly.

she pulled her body away "What! I don't want anything from you! go to hell! who are you to talk to me like this? I'm not a slut !" the girl shouted, throwing me with deadly gazes.

I widened my eyes and I smashed a bottle on the floor "fuck! then why did you come close to me ?"

"Sorry, sir ! you misunderstood! I was just ordering! Anyway, I'm sorry, I should go now," the girl apologized with a frustrated look covering her gorgeous face. Then she turned her back to me to get out of the bar.

I pulled her hand to stop her "WHO ARE YOU FOR GOD'S SAKE!!!!!! ?" I yelled.

she spun her head tardily to me shooting me with up and down looks then she said "I'm a girl who doesn't care to know who you are, " she winked teasingly and left me ...

She left me speechless, puzzled with her eyes and her adorable face and her words stuck in my brain.

For the first time in my life, I met  a girl who didn't care who I was! who didn't even know me! maybe because she was so young or maybe because it's the first time she comes to that bar.

All I could remember was that I got drunk that day. I didn't know if it was because of that girl that destroyed my self-esteem or because she ignored me, or maybe because I wanted her to come back again.

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