Ivanka P.O.V.
"Hey, bartender! I need shots of patron, and please keep them coming."
The bartender quickly provided me with a line of five shots and salt. I licked my hand and sprinkled salt on it and licked and then drank my first shot. I repeated the order five times and then ordered five more patron shots. I took them all down.
"Do you need anything else?" asked the bartender, eyeing me.
"Tell me something do I look pretty. Do you think I am sexy?" I questioned him.
"Yes! I do!" he quickly replied as he licked his lips at me.
"Do you think I am fuckable?" I asked, letting the liquid courage set in.
"Very! I love that dress on you. Tell me, is a pretty little lady like you having boyfriend problems?" he probed, giving me a knowing look.
"Boyfriend problems! Yes! These men ain't shit, and I am not going to take it anymore. I am going to stand up for myself right now. I am mad as hell, and I am not going to be a pushover anymore. I need some more liquid courage to make my first call, please." I asserted as I pulled my phone out of my clutch.
"Sure! Five more patrons?" he inquired as he grabbed the bottle of patron.
"Yes!" I responded.
I remember grabbing and drinking the first two as I called Claire. I only got her voicemail so I left one. "It's me, Ivanka! I love you and you are my sister. But, your ass is not allowed to pick men for me any damn more. Your damn picker is broken. Your not answering your damn phone. Meanwhile, I am forced to get pissy drunk by my damn self. So I can unsee the shit I was just traumatized by accidentally witnessing. I feel so dirty, ugly and violated right now. It's all your damn fault."
Then, I hung up the phone. Took the remaining three and requested five more. Thank God I don't have to work tomorrow.
Next, I called Jared and he answered on the fourth ring. "Jared, do you miss me?" I asked him boldly as I could hear people around him.
"Yes!" he replied quickly.
"Do you think I am pretty?" I demanded to know.
"Yes! Of course, you are. Hold on one second." he answered, and I could hear him excusing himself and walking away to a quieter area.
"Do you think I am sexy?" I continued, not caring if he was around other people.
"Yes! Are you drunk? Where are you?" demanded Jared as I heard him close a door.
"Tell me something. Did you really buy the house to give to me as a gift as a peace offering?" I asked, trying to sound sickly sweet instead of repulsed by him and the sound of his damn voice.
'Yes, of course!" he confessed, sounding truly sincere.
"Then, I want it. I want you to sign it over to me. I am going to have my lawyer draw up a Quick Claim this week. So be ready to sign it over. So I can move out of my damn hotel room." I declared.
"Okay! Fine, but where are you?" asserted Jared, sounding concerned. Jared knew I didn't like clubs, and I wasn't much of a drinker.
"I am fine. Just tell me one more thing." I pleaded trying to sound very sexy.
"Yes!" he said.
"Does Keisha taste better than me?" I asked him calmly.
"Wh.... Wh.... Wh... What?" he mumbled clearly in shock. He wasn't prepared at all for that question.
"Does Keisha taste better than me? You used to love to bury your face between my legs." I taunted him with a little giggle.
"I wouldn't know. The few times that we have had sex it didn't involve any real foreplay." revealed Jared, sounding completely miserable.
"Are you telling me the truth?" I probed.
"Yes!" he answered firmly.
"So your tongue is faithful, but your dick isn't. Maybe if I had given you some pussy your dick would have been more appreciative of me. Fuck! Fuck! This is some real fuck up shit. I need to go! Make sure you come sign this week when my lawyer calls you." I conveyed to him.
"I will I promise. But please tell me. Where are you? I can come and get you. I don't want you to be alone." begged Jared.
"Go get who, Jared? Who are you in this bathroom talking to at this time of the night especially when we have guests?" demanded Keisha sounding furious.
"I am fine, and I am no longer your concern, at least for another five years." I said before I hung up, laughing my ass off.
Then, I drank two more and called him.