Captive?

I stood outside the underground bar entrance.

It was a bar…

She's working at a bar…

I entered the place and descended the stairs , as soon as people came into sight my eyes darted around in search of one specific person.

Azalea.

It didn't take me long to spot her but my speed significantly slowed down when I saw. Her figure came into view as I slowly walked ahead and the pillar blocking my view receded.

My heart beat slowly began to accelerate as my eyes followed her movement.

She was still as beautiful as ever. Long black hair, ocean blue eyes. Her curves that anyone could see along with her pale skin because she was wearing a cosplay cat costume for adults.

I gritted my teeth when I saw other men look at her with lust filled eyes but it angered me more when she touched them a little after serving them.

I mean, there was no need to do that!

Just give them their Goddamn serving and walk away!

I stepped forward as she finished at a table and turned around.

Her eyes landed on me and she froze in her spot, then smiled.

"Are you looking for a table?" She gestured towards a seat next to the counter, "If you're along you can take the counter seat sir."

I smirked sarcastically, "Sure." You want to play with me? " I'll take the counter seat."

She smiled as I walked towards the chair, "Will you be serving me?"

"If you want me to."

"Oh yes." I sat down, "I want you."

She paused at my moments for a brief moment then walked behind the counter, "I can only make some basic stuff, so what would you like?"

"I already told you." I placed my elbow on the counter and rested my chin on my palm, "I want you."

Azalea's smile faded, "I'm sorry sir, I'm already booked for tonight."

This time the grin on my face disappeared, "Booked… for tonight?"

"Yes. Maybe you can have me some other night." I felt my blood boil.

You finally appear after such a long time just to show me this?

She turned around and got me a glass and a bottle of wine, "Instead, is this fine?"

I clenched my fist, "Don't fuck with me Azalea." I stood up from my seat, "Who is it?"

She looked at me straight in the eyes, "Who?"

"Who are you going to spend the night with?"

"It shouldn't really concern you sir-"

"Stop! Sir? Drop the act will you? Why did you run away?" She didn't answer me, "Speak, Why did you just leave me without telling me you were pregnant?"

I saw the shock in her eyes, "How did you find out?"

"Answer my Goddamn question first!" She was about to turn and leave when I caught her wrist, "I want an answer."

She looked down on the ground, "I didn't want to lose the baby." She said quietly.

"What? Lose the baby? How? What even made you fear that?" I kept my grip on her tight but when she looked back at me, with that conflicted look in her eyes mixed with sadness my hold loosened.

"You." She answered, "I feared you."

"What…?" I let her go, "Why?"

She stepped back, "Because you didn't want a child and I didn't want you to reject her." She rubbed her left arm softly.

"Why-"

"Let me ask you something." She looked at me, "You would have asked me to abort the baby then if you knew, right?"

"What? !..."

"I remember the look on your face when you told me the child wasn't yours back in Paris. The relief on your face, those expressions of joy… Tell me honestly, think about that time, one and a half years back." She took a deep breath, "If you found out then, would you have asked me to abort the baby?"

I was at a loss for words.

There is no doubt that I never wanted a child.

I remember thinking that if I ever knew Macy was pregnant I would have gotten the baby aborted and no doubt was beyond relieved when I found that the child wasn't mine.

"Maybe…" I answered but looked down so I couldn't see her face.

I was too ashamed.

I saw her leave behind the counter from the corner of my eyes while I sat there devastated.

I looked at the bottle of wine, grabbed it and poured myself a glass.

Can I do something to make this right?