BLISS

After the lights went dim I found my way to the bar once again Sarah a regular got up on stage and sung butterfly by Corrine bailey rhea. I took a seat at the end of the bar where a glass of ginger ale was waiting for me, as I took a sip “nice song” a deep smooth angelic voice spoke; looking out the corner of my eye it was the burly looking Cullen leaning with his elbows on the bar lookin
“Thank you Mr. Cullen” I said taking another sip of my drink
“Its Emmett” he encouraged
“Was there something you needed Mr. Cullen” I asked bringing the glass to my lips
“I wanted to apologize about earlier” he stated signaling the bartender for a drink
“There was no harm done so there is no need to apologize” I said taking another sip as the bartender came up to us
“What’s your poison” Simon asked in his deep raspy voice
“Brandy on the rocks” Emmett said looking over at me
“Anything for you red” Simon asked me I smiled shaking my head no as he handed Emmett his drink I quirked an eyebrow looking over at him he swirled his glass around watching the liquid wash over the ice. I was about to say something to him when an arm snaked around my waist making me jump I looked over at the owner and rolled my eyes it was none other than the douchebag Michael Childers.
“Michael” pure disdain left my lips
“hello my love did you miss me” he asked lightly stroking my cheek I pushed his hand away rolling my eyes
“I thought you weren’t supposed to be back until the summer” I asked a little ticked
“I was but I had to come back and give you a Christmas present” he said with a smirk I cocked an eyebrow “tomorrow night you and I have reservations to the most prestigious restaurant in the city”
“Penelope’s” I answered with obvious fake excitement Michael of course didn’t notice but a chuckle was heard behind me. I turned up the full effect of fakeness. “Oh my god”
“I know I know going to Penelope’s with me will be a dream come true for you” the pompous asshole said
“Oh my god” dropping the façade “I can’t believe you would actually think I would want to go anywhere with you”
“Who wouldn’t” he said completely missing the insult
“I can’t”
“Why not”
“I have plans” I lied, anything to get this guy away from me but no luck
“Plans?” he cocked an eyebrow “what kind of plans”
“Romantic plans” I lied I’d honestly say anything to get away from this guy
“With who”
“What are these twenty questions” I mumbled
“Yes because you’re….” He was interrupted by a phone call said he’d be back walking off I sighed glad he was gone but mad that I lied to get out of a date. If it was any other guy I would’ve said yeah and used him until I was satisfied
“Romantic plans huh” Emmett said from beside me I glanced at him his glass was empty
“Shut up” I said spinning in the stool to face him he did the same his arm resting on the bar
“He’s not your type” he said in a ‘duh’ tone
“I don’t have a type”
“everyone has a type and you’re his” he said gesturing behind me looking over my shoulder at Michael I grimaced as he winked at me turning back to the stupid grin Emmett had on his face
“And what’s his type” I asked
“Anything with a pulse” he chuckled
“And my type” I asked he studied my body his eyes lingering on my exposed legs as I crossed them
“You like a guy with money a guy you can use until you have no need for him anymore
“Shut up”
He chuckled “so how are you going to back up this lie”
I shrugged “he’ll probably drop it and go bother some other girl”
“I don’t think so”
“Why don’t you think so”
“Because he’s heading over here and unless you do something your lie falls apart” I looked over my shoulder and sure enough Michael was making his way over to me and I hadn’t thought of anything to back up my fib
“Damn” I hissed trying to think of something my thinking was interrupted by someone pulling me from my stool to the dance floor. I was pressed to a hard body looking up to meet the golden eyes of Emmett Cullen as he swayed us on the dance floor