The Best Friend (9)

As she slowly got drunk, she heard a notification on her phone, checked, and immediately her heart leaped. It was a message from James. Finally, after such a long time and on such a worse day for her, he had decided to check up on her. She was angry at him still and did not reply, but she did feel better than she had earlier and was grateful to him. However, she did not answer, instead opting to surprise him.

Staring in interest across from the counter, sipping a beer, was one tall and powerfully built gentleman. He observed the girl seated in his favorite spot, at disdain first followed by more scrutiny and interest.

His mates around the pub had nicknamed him the tavern hunter since he spent most of his evenings here hunting for potential prey, and he had just earmarked his victim for the night, a chocolate beauty sitting in his spot and drinking dry gin without flinching even a little bit.

He picked up his half bottle and walked towards her table, he asked the