My heart clenches in my chest as I watch the couple. It's his twenty-first girl since I've fallen for him and the twenty-seventh according to the rumors. His black hair frames his seductive features as he drags his new girl, Yui, into his private room at the bar. The short girl pushes lightly against him to get him to stop only to look up at him with her puppy eyes when he easily shuts down her movement. The beads framing the door fall back behind her and once he slips into the tattered leather sofa, he shoves his tongue down the girl's throat. The fabric of my shirt is balled in my fists and I watch their exchange from the kiss to the tit grab until the moment he drags her off to the extra private room to fuck.

"Damn YN," Bria chuckles as she comes to collect my empty teacup. "I can't believe you still have it bad for that bastard. You know how manipulative he is, what do you even see in him?"

"Don't call him a bastard," I snap, my jealousy jumping out at the wrong person. I take a small breath. "Sorry, Bria," I sigh. "But you already know, don't you? Levi Ackerman is just what I want. It's not about what I see or don't see in him."

Bria lifts an eyebrow but leaves the subject alone. "Well, if you ever want to blow off some steam," she gently takes my chin in her hand, her thumb lightly stroking my cheek. "You know I'm always down. Just give me a call." With a wink, the red head leaves the table and goes back to whatever she was supposed to be doing.

A groan scrapes my throat. He's been with this one longer than usual. Usually most girls don't make it past the two-month mark. But this one did, and with surprisingly few hiccups. It's worrying. Grudgingly, I turn around and look for my childhood friend. He's hitting on everyone in sight. As usual. "James," I whine. "Please tell me something good."

The man laughs and loudly proclaims to the bar, "Wait, say that one more time. I wasn't ready— my hand wasn't in my pants yet."

"Oh my god, you're so gross." I walk over to him and sit on his lap. He, I and Bria never ran with the prostitutes, but we sure as hell acted like it.

"And you're sexy, I can't help it," he laughs. But as a man who has been requested good news, he brings himself back to the main topic. "There's good news and there's bad news. Which would you like to hear first?"

Tension grows in my fist and I choose to take it out on a poor fork that was next to him. "Bad."

"So, I can't get you a position in his bar. Not as a waitress, not as a host, not even a chef, man. Tonight is super exclusive and their asses are on the line if anything goes wrong. So, tonight's a no go. You can't start just working here."

"Dammit." The fork bends in my grip and he leans back a bit from my crazy. "So, what's the good news? And I swear to god, if you say something like 'my bed is always waiting for you free of charge' I'll stab this fork in your neck."

"Ooo," he licks his lips. "Feisty." I can see why his dumb, slanted smile attracts everyone its aimed at. Hell, I've had my fair share of time in his bed. "While that is true, the good news is that there will be a performance there tonight during Ackerman's reservation. That's being done by a different group, so I can get you in there."