Kristopher

"So," the man who I learned was Zion said as I lit up the cigarette with my lighter, my gaze was fixed on the moon and I paid  little attention to him.

"How did you meet Micah?" He questioned with prying eyes. I didn't respond still staring at the moon.

"How long have you known Micah?" He crossed his arms as I scoffed.

"Nosy, aren't you?" That was the first time I had spoken to him since we got out and I was glad he was angered.

"I'm just looking out for a friend, you don't seem like the kind of guy she would hang out with!" His voice rose as I chuckled, that seemed to really annoy him.

"You're right. You shouldn't cross me" I warned calmly. Did he really want beef with me? Maybe I couldn't mess him up physically but I could mess him up financially.

"Look, Micah is my ex girlfriend and if you even think of hurting her I'll-"

"Shh!" I silenced him with a smile. "Not so loud."

My gaze went down to his fist that had balled up, I snigger as I pulled the lit cigarette out of my mouth, I exhaled the smoke out.

"Go home, kids shouldn't drink or smoke." I smiled scornfully at him, he gaze rose to my face but he immediately looked away, he couldn't look me in my eyes, I made sure of that.

"Go home!" I rose my hand in the air shooing him away.

"I hope you choke on your smoke!" He muttered before walking away. I gritted my teeth as I put the smoke in my mouth again inhaling it. My phone rang from my pocket, two missed calls from Camille and she was calling me again again, I frowned as I ignored the call, if I got to my house and she was still there I would end this madness.

*****

After smoking, I stay outside for a while just thinking. The pub gave a off such a weird vibe but I was back, just to get Micah so we can get out of this damned place.

When I got to her table, I groaned loudly rubbing my hand down my face. Micah was drunk.

What a pain in the ass!

I cracked my knuckles before bending lower, her friends were a little drunk definitely more sober than her.

"Why'd you let her drink!?" I transferred my aggression to them.

"She just kept drinking, we couldn't stop her." Tori burped.

"We tried though." Luther added. Zion sat by the edge of the table.

I swear I wanted to punch the ugly smug off his face.

"Shitheads!" I cursed at them before trying to get Micah on her feet.

"No!" She pushed me away roughly, I know I heard Zion chuckle but right now I couldn't waste my time on him.

"Don't touch me, you're evil. You want to make my family homeless!" She screamed trying her best to sound angry but she just sounded sleepy.

"Let's go! You can throw a pity party at your house!" I demanded as I tried to hold her, she pushed me away again but this time instead of screaming she started crying. Did she have to be so weak?

"You're so mean, I know it's cruel but I wish you'd get run over by a bus! I've been wishing for that since I met you!" She screamed while crying, some people had stopped dancing and stared at us, I looked at her friends who looked so confuse but I'll never forget the look I saw in Zion's eyes. Nobody had looked at me like that in years, it was the look of disgust, usually I'd look at people with disgust.

I took a step backwards as my lips trembled. Everyone's eyes was on me, gossiping and murmuring, I hadn't felt disgrace in a long time, all of a sudden I wanted to hide my face.

"The feeling is mutual!" I responded, I couldn't leave her to have the last talk.

Micah had brought back memories I never wanted to remember. I folded my lips and rushed out of the pub, Micah could find her own way back, as for the contract.... I wanted to end it so badly but I would have to wait five more days, harden my heart more than ever for five days and once it's over send the Harlan's packing and collect my fifty million dollars.

******

I felt my anger rise as the limo went through the gates, I knew I was going to regret going clubbing but I had to admit, I regretted it more than I thought I would. I didn't notice Simeon speak until he cleared his throat.

I turned my gaze to him with a questioning. "Ms Condo was here a few hours ago, she seemed to be in a rush and looked troubled." He informed as I gave him nothing more than a nod.

The thoughts of Camille were still in my head, why did she keep bothering me? It was very unlike her, I didn't feel affection over her and I certainly didn't care about her but I couldn't stop being worried. Something was out of place somewhere.

******

Micah

My head felt dizzy like I had been spinning in a room for hours, I glanced at the clock on the wall.

Shit! I'm gonna be late for work

I ran into the shower and came out minutes later, my memories were still a little foggy and Zion dropped me home late yesterday.

I stared at a full sized mirror drying my hair with a towel, my head ached so badly, did I have that much to drink yesterday?

I put on some lotion and began dressing up, when you work at a coffee shop there isn't any dress code.

I turned my back to Alba who strutted into the room, she didn't have a mischievous smile that she usually had.

"Geez Alba ever heard about knocking?" I looked sternly at her, she rolled her eyes.

"What do you have that I don't?" She scoffed and sat on the bed. Sometimes I would love to strangle her.

"Micah," she called while putting on her phone, I responded with a hum. She unlocked a few passwords and held up her phone, it was a video...of the pub. Was that Mr Lyon?.. Is that ME?  What was that? Why did she have this?

"Someone released a video of this online yesterday, it has over a million views!!" She exclaimed.

"It says 'Kristopher Lyon the CEO of trust bank goes to clubs to pick up hoes but this one didn't go as planned.' Do you know about this?"

I watched the video two more times before remembering. I was drunk and I......said some really awful things.