Chapter 4 Massy at the bar

Massey was so supprise loosing all the jobs. At first, she thought she was dreaming or hallucinating, because how could she have lost fifteen jobs in a day? "This is so bad and no one can imagine it," Massey thought to herself. These were jobs that she had toiled night and day to get. She had done all she could to earn their trust for the hours she worked daily.

Even though they were not well-paid jobs yet, she still appreciated it and gifted when due.

She bursted into a ridiculous laughter which attracted people's attention around the last place she worked.

Those who heard her and noticed looking at her horribly and she was less concerned that she was getting weird looks from them, but she felt so sad as tears started rolling down her cheeks in between the laughter. She laughed till her cheeks hurt.

"How can this be me? I, a daughter of a billionaire and a famous one? Have now become a topic for this poor rat. Oh God!, Why do you do this to me." Massy thought to herself as tears started falling from her face likewise laughing.

When she had satisfied her emotions, she tried to pick up the tiny bag she dropped to the ground so she could go home.As she was going home; she reminisced on her life again, just like she always does, just that this time it was deep.

Doing this was what she did to keep herself sane and it sometimes still made her insane.

She thought about how she had dreamt about how her life would be versus how her life currently was, and she wept bitterly.

Life has been unfair for her. Maybe it is the punishment for her being a bad bitch in her high school days.

Then, she was the school queen, and single-handedly she bullied both the rich and the poor.

Surely, the weaker vessels in school and even her teachers.

She did all of this and went away because her father was one of the richest men in the country.

Never had she thought that they would be as poor as a Church rat and now a Church rat was richer than they were.

She got home sulking about her lost jobs, it was still unbelievable to her and she wished she could wake up from the nightmare. Things were just happening too fast in her life recently.

At first, she had seen Martin, and had gotten a call from someone threatening her and saying he was her worst nightmare.

And now, all in just less than 24 hours, she had lost all her jobs, what other nemesis could be this heartbreaking to her?. The craziest part was that she still saw vacancies on the billboard on her way to her home.

And when she tried to apply, she was rejected for a reason best known to them, it was no reason to her at all.

At the last place, they would not even tell her why she did not qualify at all, they were just in a hurry to see her back.

She sighed at the signal her brain gave her, and was a little thankful that she had finally gotten home before this started with her.

Now, the second signal she got was when her stomach rumbled, crying loudly to be fed.

It happened the second time so she walked towards her food items shelf and still found nothing to eat.

"Hmm, guess I would have to fast today."she mumbled, and walked to her bed to resume her sulking.

After hours of sulking, she stood up and changed her dress to something simple, a little green top and a denim faded jean.

She thought for a while and decided to go to the newly opened bar down the town to drink away her sorrow.

Massy had not had a taste of liquor for a while now and she thought it was best she spent her last penny on getting better.

Getting to the bar, she walked straight to the bar house and sat on the chair in her front.

"Can I get a strong alcoholic drink?" She said to the bar attendant, who nodded and turned to the bar shelf.

"Here is your order, " the bar attendant said, placing the black drink filled in a small glass cup in front of her.

She sniffed it and smiled before gulping it down, it was like she knew it before and it reminded her of something in the past.

"More please."she said, dropping the glass cup in front of the attendant who refilled it.

Gulping her second cup, she dropped the glass cup only to see a familiar figure in front of her.

Massy was not sure if she was getting drunk again as she looked at the smirk displayed on his face.

"We met again," he said, chuckling darkly.

She rolled her eyes and cursed under her breath as she gazed at him, wondering what she could do to get away from his grip.

Did you come here to mock me?

"More. " She turned to the bar attendant and barked at him. As she said, "we refilled it".

She was about to drink her third cup when he collected it from her and gulped it down.

Massey was a bit surprised at his action and she was too stunned to speak, so she looked into the air.

"This drink is too strong for a lady," he said while she glared at him angrily now, upset that she spoiled her show.

"Do you think this would make you forget how miserable your life is?" He said, with his gaze pinned on her.

"Look here, great Massy, your life is still miserable.

As Malik looked at her, he thought about how she was still the same as she was when they were in high school.

He had expected many changes, but they were barely any. Her rich skin, tanned, soft, was still smooth.

Her eyes, body, shape were still intact except her boobs that look bigger and her ways of dressing.

"Stop trying to be nice," She said.

He smirked at her and replied, "I'm not, and you should know this by now."

"What do you want from me?" Massey did not know where she got the courage from, but it would be the drink she drank.