My Princess In The Golden Cage

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(Back to the present)

Felix probed the lady whose body was presently lying on a counter with an empty bottle in hand. Though he had an impulse to yank her against his c.h.e.s.t and check whether she was the one he was searching for, he repressed it considering the further possibilities operating inside his brain. Mulling over in his mind, eventually, he decided upon using the formal way. Putting up his hand, he tapped her exposed shoulder lightly to get her attention. Yet, the lady didn't seem to sense the tap rather she laid there drunk all by herself mumbling something in her dazed state.

Nevertheless, her mumblings seemed to have been drowned in the sea of noise and commotion happening amongst the crowd inside the bar.

Felix stared at her remain still without showing any movements which got him imagining that she must've probably knocked-off after the excessive intake.

Scanning his eyes across the table at bottles placed neatly in a line resembling the soldiers standing with the backs as straight as an iron rod, he felt amused.

"Hello? Miss?" Felix tapped her shoulder a little harder attempting to wake her up. However, regardless of patting her countless times, she laid there stiff as a log which made him slightly impatient.

"Woman? Wake up." This time not only did he use his hand but also chose to call her out. He enunciated calmly as usual but if heard carefully one could detect his impatience in it yet she still looked blind.

"Woman? Wake up. Hey, Do you hear me?" He continued shaking to wake her up.

Watching her snooze unconcerned about her surroundings, his temper deteriorated. Just when he raised his hand to strangle her, a drunken voice akin to a whisper rang out as it later drowned in the commotion.

"So noisy."

As soon as he heard her voice, his hands froze in the air while eyes widened a little. Although her voice wasn't so loud and clear, it was still enough for him to catch on. Moreover, the vocals just now seemed to be identical to the voice inside his head, this abrupt realization assessed his heart to palpitate hard. He scrutinized and examined the brown hair spread all over the table and took a deep breath before tapping again.

"Miss? Could you please turn around?" He said calmly.

"Why?" She spoke in a drunken voice while she still laid there facing the other direction.

"Huh?" Facing her reply, he didn't know how to react.

"Miss? I just want to see whether you're the person I'm looking for." After hesitating for a couple of minutes, he decided to come out clean so that she wouldn't suspect him for being some sort of pervert.

Thereon replying honestly, just as he thought that she would concede and turn, she said something out of his expectations which annoyed a part of him.

"I've heard many such lines from people all over the world. Don't you try to trick me and no way will I show my face to you." She remained stubborn as she refused to show herself by facepalming.

"But why?"

"I don't show my face to strangers."

He was rendered speechless at her remark. However, what she uttered came off quite logically though it sounded a little strange.

Just when he reckoned of a way to rebuke, the bartender from earlier walked towards him sulking with a tinge of redness on his cheeks.

'Old man, I just wanted to leave but you didn't approve. Once I turn gay... I promise to bed you first. How I wish I could get out of this place.' Turning slightly his eyes met with the manager's standing across the room glaring at him as if he wanted to skin him alive if he insisted on taking a rest.

The bartender m.o.a.n.e.d inwardly before resuming his steps towards the silhouettes who were seemingly clueless about their presence resulting in inconvenience among the staff and the people across the bar.

Each woman inside the bar circled the area where the man was perching as they ogled at his handsomeness. Meanwhile, a few escorts also caught a glimpse of him and puffed their c.h.e.s.ts as they strolled towards him while swaying their h.i.p.s from side to side.

"Sir? What would you like to have?" The bartender asked with a polite smile on his face.

Being interrupted all of a sudden, Felix forgot the words he was about to utter. Sighing at himself, he lifted his eyes and spoke: "Get me another bottle of beer."

"Yes." Just as the bartender took a few steps forward.

"Wait! I want five more bottles of beer." The lady probed her elbow against the surface and raised her face up with much difficulty. Her newly groomed hair appeared silky and flowy covering the side of her face making it difficult for him to look at.

Opening her palms wide she gestured him with her fingers. Then as if remembering something important she suddenly gaped and hurriedly facepalmed herself before turning slightly and peeking at the man through the spaces between her fingers.

Just as her orbs came in contact with his, he froze. The feeling inside his heart heightened. Her deep eyes were like a whirlpool pulling him deeper and deeper within without giving him a chance to recover.

As for the bartender on the other side, who had seen her face was now rooted to the ground with an expression resembling a fool. His mouth and eyes were wide open. Her drunken sight and the tinge of red on her cheeks carved in a look of seductiveness and femininity. Nevertheless, the thing which forced him into this state of daze was her hair flowing over her shoulders covering half of her face. All these years of working in the bar, he had witnessed many women donned in seductive dress wrapped in layers of thick and heavy makeup making themselves look beautiful, however, the lady ahead had a b.a.r.e countenance but still, her charms were undeniable.

Waking up from his trance, Felix swept his gaze across the counter to discover another man ogling at her with his eyes widened.

In that instant, his eyes turned freezingly cold. He glared in the direction of a certain someone with eyes beaming fire.

Sensing the frighteningly cold glare, he shivered instinctively and hurried rushed out of the counter.

'Such a meanie! Not handsome at all.' he thought as he ran out for his life.