CHAPTER 22

I was hoping it would be Trey but it’s not him. This is not his scent. Come to think of it. It’s not his touch so I rub the hands off my waist and turn to look at who it is.

It’s some tall, handsome guy who is all smiley. I give him a friendly smile and take a sip of my drink.

This is so disappointing. I was hoping it was Trey.

'Trey?'

My subconscious laughs.

'Why would he come here? This is not a fairy tale Isa.’

She rolls her eyes and laughs.

'That man doesn’t care.’ She continues taunting me.

“Hey sinyorita?” the guy greets interrupting my conversation with my subconscious mind. I hate her at times. This is one of the times I want to hit her and shut her up.

“Hey.” I smile and take another sip.

“Vodka?” he smiles looking at my glass. “Two double shots of vodka please.” He instructs the bartender and pulls a stool, sitting next to me.

The bartender pours two double shots and slides one glass to me.

“What is a beautiful lady doing out alone?”

“Just needed some drinks.” I answer and