Honey You Are My Lucky Star (Callen and Chelsea)

Chapter 79

As soon as Sienna sees me, she asks me if I hasn't been resting. I don't want her to worry, so I say I'm doing fine.

But I think of something and ask her anxiously, "Is Jonah here?"

"Of course no." She explains, "We'e not gonna have any fun if he's here."

I feel relived, but my heart still aches.

I thought I was over Harrison, but I'm not.

I dream about him every night. If I woke up in the middle of the night, I would sit on my bed and think. After making sure I was alone, I would lie down again, letting the pillow get wet with tears.

A bar is a place to relax. Sienna used to take me to bars when I was just getting divorced. She said alcohol helped me forget being lonely. I wish she was right.

After we sit down, Sienna whispers to me, "This bar added an extra item for evenings."

"What's it?" I am confused.

She smiles and says, "You'll see."

She's always so mysterious. I'm used to it.

It's after 9:00 p.m., and the bar starts to fill up.

There seems to be a lot more people in the bar today than before.

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"I don't remember this bar being this crowded before. What happened?" I ask Sienna.

The music changes from love songs to rock and roll. Sienna is so excited that she doesn't hear me at all. I raise my voice and call her, "Sienna!"

"Ah? What's wrong?" She's talking to me, but she's looking at the middle of the bar.

I pull her head back helplessly. "I'm talking to you."

"It's a place for dance now. Look, people will be performing at the center stage later. Last time I checked, they are hot." As she speaks, she winks at me ambiguously.

I'm completely speechless. 'Does she think I'll be interested in getting laid at a bar? Do I look that horny?'

But she's in no mood to talk to me. She stares intently at the center of the stage and doesn't respond to me at all. I want to go home, but I can't leave her alone.

It's dangerous for a girl to be alone in a bar.

At ten o'clock sharp, a woman, who's basically naked, shows up in the middle of the stage. She bows to everyone and climbs onto the steel pipe agilely. Wow, this is pole dancing!

Sienna says there will be a hot guy singing at 12 o'clock. The deafening music, the screams of the people around me and her voice make my mind go blank.

I don't know if it's the drinking or the crowds, but I feel like I'm losing my mind.

"Sienna, let's go back. I feel a little uncomfortable."

She doesn't hear me, and I suddenly feel nauseous. I run to the bathroom, and she calls me from behind.

It took me a while to feel better. After washing my face, I look at myself in the mirror. For some reason, I want to cry.

I take out my cell phone. No missed calls.

Yeah, nobody cares about me anymore. Those who cared about me are gone. A tear plops down onto the screen of my phone.

"We're gonna get a lot of tips today."

A woman's voice suddenly rings out. I wipe away my tears in a hurry, taking out my foundation and pretending to make up.

"Yeah, I haven't met a man so handsome and rich in a long time," one woman says.

The other woman smiles. "Did you see that? The man in the comer drinks all the time and refuses women. Is he..."

Then, they begin to laugh.

So they're whores. I don't despise their profession, but I find their words mean.

What rich man would marry a whore? They wouldn't even consider a whore a lover.

But I have no right to laugh at them because I am one of them in Harrison's eyes.

Thinking of this, I give a bitter smile. Seeing this, the whore asks discontentedly, "What are you laughing at?"

I'm stunned. "You're talking to me?"

"Is there someone else here?" The whore rolls her eyes speechlessly.

The other whore takes her hand and says to me, "I suggest you don't waste your time here. The rich won't wait for you."

So she thinks we're in the same business.

On the way back to my seat, I pass through a private room and get hit by a passer-by. At this time, the door of the private room opens, and I fall directly to the person who opens it.

I thought I would fall directly to the ground, but I fell into a warm embrace. I smell something familiar, and I'm hooked.

"Are you alright?" A gentle voice sounds in my ear.

I'm so shocked that I look up. The light is dim so I can't see the man's face clearly. But I'm sure I don't know him.

His friends start chatting. "Louie,you got another girl crazy about you. We're so jealous!"

"Right. I thought he wasn't interested in women. Turns out he just doesn't like whores."

After that, everyone bursts out laughing.

So this man is Louie. I speak apologetically, "I'm sorry. I accidentally got hit and broke in."

"Isn't she the woman we met in the bathroom? She must have followed us." A woman's voice rings out.

I tilt my head and see the whore I met just now.

Then, everyone looks at me differently, as if I were a schemer.