The Wounded Love novel Chapter 6

I let out a nervous laugh. Daddy? "Daddy as in boyfriend?"

"Not." She said, like that was the dumbest question a person could ask. I was slightly disappointed but also relieved.

I relaxed then. "How many of those have you had?" I pointed to her near empty glass.

The girl with the pink dress shrugged her shoulders. "I really wish I knew the answer to that."

We sat there in silence. She ordered another drink. The look I gave Alex when he poured it for her made him hesitate for a moment. "Let me get that for you." I offered.

"Thank you." She replied, taking a really big sip. How she could hold that down was beyond me.

"What's your name?" I was curious. Most of the time a person looked liked a specific name even if that wasn't their actual name, but she was just the girl with the fancy dress. I had no name for her.

"Sugar." She replied. I noticed the look of confusion that ran across her face after she said it.

I laughed. "Well then Sugar, mind telling me why you're here, alone in that fancy, pink dress."

Another look of confusion crossed her face. It was so quick that if I wasn't watching her so closely I wouldn't have seen it. "Why are you here?" She asked instead.

"Him." I pointed to Sean.

"You're gay?"

I was a little offended but only because I was so attracted to her. It was disheartening to have a girl you want assume you were gay. I guess I didn't give her much to work with though. "No I am not gay. I'm his wing man."

"Then why are you here talking to me?" Feisty. I liked it.

"My job is done. I got him that beautiful blonde over there."

"Ugh. Blondes." She gagged.

"Ha! Try bad year. No try bad two years." She let out another sigh. "Sorry. You don't want to hear about my problems and right now I'm not even sure what they are."

I watched her stand up and almost topple over. "Damn it." She muttered as she held on to the counter and ripped off her shoes. I watched her shrink about three inches. Sadness swept over me, I wasn't ready for her to leave yet, and I did want to hear about her problems. She just seemed so heartbroken.

"I'll be fine." She snapped.

"Please tell me you aren't driving home." I begged. There was no way I'd let her.

She shook her head no. "I may be angry, but I'm not suicidal." Well that was reassuring...

And with that she turned around and stumbled across the bar leaving me feeling really strange. It was a mix of arousal from her part, but also confusion- why was I turned on by her? Nothing happened, she was sad. Why did a sad girl turn me on? After she left I snapped back into reality and remembered the issue at hand, my father.

The fact that he called was really beginning to piss me off, but I forced the thought out of my brain.

I wanted to know her name. I wanted to talk to a sober version of herself and find out what was wrong, but I missed my chance.