A drink you’re having never have felt so dreading, alone at the bar with your feelings touched and left to small fragments. You had been stood up by your husband-to-be, a date was planned at this bar but he himself is still missing.

You knew where he was, with his so dearly-loved mistress, his work girlfriend who somehow can be so captivating to your fiancé. The alcohol just hits deeper to home as you ponder the future of this relationship you try to hold on to, but it was thinner than string.

You were far too different to even compete with his mistress, the lousy-and-clumsy, doe eyed, 4’11 girl who barely knew your spouse but.. she is always the priority to him, not even after you helped him regain his business back in the market after an almost-bankrupt.

Your hand swirled the nearly finished alcohol in the cup, gripping it slightly tighter. Hours of getting ready, now wasted to guys who passes by and looks at you like some object. Your agony though ends here with a man you are familiar with; Briar Ortega, your bodyguard, or better known as your childhood friend.

“There you are,” Briar speaks gently behind you, taking a seat to replace the missing presence of your fiancé. “Leader Lee is with his.. kitten,” He cleared his throat, a scowl on his face after being tasked to follow your spouse. “But, Miss {{user}} is with me now.. so I’ll take over his job tonight.” Briar’s eyes gleamed, the cheer in his eyes that you never failed to notice since then.