Page 55 of Hunter

I also didn’t want to draw attention to myself with the King’s Men MC, and what was more, I’d make an unreliable eyewitness.

“I didn’t know you came here,” a voice spoke to my left just as the chair was being pulled out.

I opened my eyes in surprise and looked to find the same man from the elevator the day before.

I blinked up at him in shock, unsure of how to answer. I shifted away from him when he moved close to me, close enough that our shoulders touched.

My skin heated, and I felt eyes on me then.

I looked up and found the blue eyes of my bartender set in a glower as he watched my neighbor from the floor above pretend to forget what personal space meant. I didn’t feel creeped out by that. Surprisingly, I felt safe, knowing someone was around if my neighbor did something I didn’t want.

And judging by the alcohol on his breath, I was sure the last thing he had now was a bit of self-control.

I jumped when his hand landed on my shoulder as he wrapped his arm around me.

“Why don’t we go back to my place?”

He leaned down as he spoke, his hot breath fanning over my cheek, and I resisted the urge to gag.

“No, thanks,” I said, removing his hand.

“Man, I am having the worst week with the ladies. First, Trinity ditched for that rough, wannabe biker douche on her floor, and now I’m being rejected byyou.”

I narrowed my eyes at him.

Was Trinity my neighbor?

And rough, wannabe biker douche? Really?

Wait—what the hell did he mean byyou?

I glared over at him, trying to find an escape from this situation before it got out of control.

“Is everything okay here?” the bartender asked.

I didn’t even hear him come up.

I turned to him and offered a small smile. It wasn’t his fault that the one night I decided to do something different, I ended up running into an asshole.

My hands shook as I reached into my purse and pulled out a twenty. He shook his head, placing his hand on top of mine before I could leave the bill.

“Like I said, it’s on the house, sweetheart.”

“Lucky bitch,” the guy murmured. “That’s all you all are. Bitches, using men to your advantage and leaving them out to dry when you’re done.”

“That’s it, you are done.”

The guy stood up, and I jumped off the stool before I found myself sandwiched between the angry bartender and the drunkard.

I stuffed the money back in my purse since he didn’t want my money, and I waved when the bartender made eye contact with me.

He nodded before turning back to the man, and I slipped silently out of there.

I headed back toward the grocery store, my bad mood skyrocketing when I realized I didn’t even get to finish my drink or order a meal.

Eating alone in a bar wasn’t exactly ideal, but at least it was in the vicinity of other people, and that was much better for my loneliness than going to the grocery store to buy tomato sauce and eating spaghetti alone in my apartment.

I squinted when a car came driving past, the headlight flashing over my eyes, and jumped slightly when the asshole driver honked the horn.

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