Bitter Sensation

Chapter Nineteen

About 6 pm the same day....!

Tex swiped through his phone, dialing the same number, he'd been trying to get through to, for the past 30 minutes. Yet same response. He dialed through and no answer.

Losing his patience, he annoyingly wiped the sweat forming on his wrinkled forehead and it was absurd he was chilled club. There were only a few people around and not so loud music playing in the background.

She was supposed to call him at 5 pm, which originally was her closing time.

Why the hell wasn't she taking his calls?

What could possibly be holding her back? Traffic? Accident? Delay at the office? Or maybe she was out with.....? He paused his thought as soon as his call got denied at another attempt. Followed by an auto-reply message.

In quotes. In a meeting.

At least she was well, not in an accident or traffic. But worst of them all working her ass off for the one person he couldn't stand. The thought of Osas vexed him more.

How come she enjoyed enslaving herself at that office?
She was mostly daunted by the poisonous air of haughtiness that lingered in the Udohcorp.
Meanwhile, she'd incessantly said NO to his offer of fame and music - a real deal any girl would jump at.

Damn, he gave her every damn thing she needed.

How was he always the one craving her attention?

Could she really choose Osas over him, if it became a choice?

He snorted. He was Tex-Jackson, he could get any woman. But he loved Angela, he fell this deep because she seemed like a keeper. She wasn't doing so much of that lately. She was changing!

He sipped from his drink, leaning by the bar.

"Lyric bailed again." Ted turned around in a swivel bar chair, half of his face covered with his hat, as he seemed engrossed in his phone.

"What do you mean by lyric bailed again?" Texas sat next to him, agitated. The night was too short for so much bad news.

"She's in Dubai currently."

"Ah..." He scratched his eyebrows frustratedly. "What the hell is she doing in Dubai? ... We get gigs..." He grunted, angrily turning and yelled at the bartender. "St Moritz."

His sparkled eyes were fixed at the bartender as he quickly reached for a pack of St Moritz cigarettes.

"Dude leave Lyric alone. She doesn't want to do music again. This is becoming stressful .... for her, for me, even you, see how angry you are." Ted watched him pick the pack of cigarettes, the bartender had dropped on the bar counter.

Texas chuckled mirthlessly, pulling a stick from the pack of cigarettes, and brought it to his lips, lighting it. His eyes moved from the burning cigarette to his brother, who now annoyed him more than his deceptive fiancée and Lyric, another pathological liar and betrayer.

"You're the businessman, so tell me...." He inhaled and exhaled. "Which is more stressful persuading Lyric that we built from nothing into a goddess and investing in a new talentless artiste who can never be half of what Lyric is worth... Well, forget it." His agitation grew by the minute. "Lyric is really pissing me off."

"Somethings are worth more than money!?" Ted sighed deeply. "Friendship, family. She doesn't like we're breathing down her neck."

He watched his brother lose interest in him, ignoring and smoking his cigarette quickly.