A Vengeful Ex-Wife novel Chapter 210

The bartender was a blond man with blue eyes, and he eyed Maria up and down. The woman before him looked enchanting, her makeup alluring despite being rather heavy, and her red lips was just begging attention. She was wearing a black lace dress, and a coat of the same shade was draped casually over her shoulder. A pair of strappy, black high heels adorned her feet.

He picked up a bottle of whiskey and asked, "With coke or green tea?"

"On the rocks, please." Maria's reply was brief and a little absent-minded.

"Coming right up."

Soon enough, a glass of amber liquid was placed in front of her, and she instantly took one big gulp of the drink.

The whiskey slid smoothly down her throat, cold and burning, and warmed her stomach as it settled there. Maria had to crouch slightly and take a deep breath to steady herself.

She had become a target of most of the bar's patrons since the moment she entered the establishment. After seeing that she had consumed a measure of alcohol, one of the men didn't hesitate to approach her. "Hello, beautiful. Are you all by yourself?"

"Fuck off!" Maria responded without bothering to raise her head.

This was annoying her. She had come out with the intention of enjoying a drink and her own company; she didn't want to be bothered by anyone.

To his credit, the man only smiled awkwardly before turning away and leaving.

But now that someone had broken the ice, other men followed suit and went up to her. Maria drove them all away one after another.

She had lost count of how many she had refused when another one came, and this one dressed up like a gentleman. "Miss, I've been watching you for quite some time now. Women shouldn't be imbibing in such strong liquor, you know." He then addressed the bartender. "Excuse me. Please make the lady a glass of Tequila Sunrise."

"Yes, of course. One moment please."

At this point, Maria was sipping her third glass of whiskey, and her face was flushed. But her eyes remained clear.

She eyed the man and sneered, "You want to pursue me then?"

In light of what had happened so far, it appeared that she would be unable to quietly enjoy the night by herself.

The man chuckled and drew closer to her. "May I?"

"Of course you can. But... I don't know, you might not be able to handle the consequences." He would almost certainly get beaten if he kept at this.

But he remained unaffected by her words. He could tell that she didn't have an easy temperament, and that only excited him more. "Well, I'm single. What about you?"

"Me?" Maria scoffed. "I have a sugar daddy, and I have other lovers as well. How does that sound? Do you think you want to be one of them?"

The man's face fell a little. He hadn't expected the woman to lead such a colorful life. He found it

absolutely marvelous.

He wasn't looking for a relationship anyway; he was only her for a one night stand. Perhaps, if she proved herself skilled, then he might change his mind. 'Til pay for your drinks. Will you come home with me tonight?" "Thirty thousand dollars and I'll say yes," Maria countered.

'Thirty thousand dollars?' "Are you making a fool of me?" he asked in disbelief.

Just then, the bartender placed a glass of Tequila Sunrise in front of Maria. She pushed it toward the other man. "Can you not afford it?" She stared him down for a beat before adding, "Then, fuck off!"

How dare he chase after her when he couldn't even shell out a measly thirty thousand dollars? Maria imagined spitting on his face.

The bartender looked back and forth between the man and woman in silence. The man felt humiliated.

He whipped out his phone and made a call. "There's a chick out here. Will you come? Okay, good. I'll wait for you."

He hung up and pushed the cocktail drink back over to her. "If you have some any sense in you, then take this and just drink. Otherwise, you might find yourself suffering quite a bit later."

Maria picked up the glass and inspected the drink.

It looked like he had succeeded in intimidating her and she was about to do as he had asked. His face softened. "Thirty thousand dollars is nothing. I can give it to you, but you know that means we're going to have to do it more than once." What he meant, of course, was that he was willing to give the money to her if she agreed to service him in equal worth. Sexually.

"More than once?" Maria cocked her head and smirked

at him.

The sarcasm and derision in her demeanor didn't escape the man.

Without warning, Maria lifted the glass of cocktail over the man's head and languidly tipped it over, pouring the drink on him. Not content with that, she then proceeded to smash the glass against his head. Shards fell all over the place, on the countertop, the nearby stools, and the floor.

Several patrons within range dodged away from their seats.