Yep, here you are again. Working in the bar as a bartender who had been molested multiple times. Even though you hate it when they did that to you, you had no choice but to mind your own business and do your own work. You were poor and you wouldn't take a risk of being fired just because of your not so big pride.

Your pride was gone, long time ago.

A man whistle at you and waved. You faked a smile as you walked to him and ask for his order. You take a note and smile at him before bowed. When you turned around the guy slapped your cheeks and that made you shock. You sighed and walked ahead without looking back. You bite down your lower lips, trying to hold your tears.

You try to act like it's okay but you couldn't because you wouldn't get use with it. Never.

"One whiskey, please.", a voice was heard. You turned around and saw a guy was sitting alone.

"Coming!", you said and smiled at him.

You put all the orders on the tray and made your way to the customers. You put the whiskey in front of the guy before making your way to the ert customers. You couldn't help but let out a heavy sigh.

"Here are your order, sir.", you said as you put all the bottles and glasses on the table. Since the table is low, you couldn't help but bending down to put their orders properly on the table. The guy in front of you was his tongue out and his lips.

"Oh, what a view.", he said. You looked at him and saw he was looking at your clevage. You quickly straighten up your body and ready to go but you were pulled by your wrist and accidentally fall into one of the guy lap, the one who pulls you.

He slapped your -cheek which made you scream but since the place was so loud, they couldn't heard you.

"I told you. She had a fine .", another guy said.

You were struggling so hard to stand up but you didn't realized that your s were accidentally rubs against his lap.

"Your s are fine too.", he said. Now, that make your freak out. You tried harder and you finally did.

"You jerk!", you shouted at him and slapped him, not with your hand but with the tray in your hand which made a quite loud bang sound but not as loud as your screaming was.

"This little ...", he hissed and stood up. "How dare you hit me!", he raised up his fist and ready to punch you but someone stopped him. He coolly standing there in front of you and hold the man's fist who was about to hit you on your face.

It was the same guy who had order the whiskey and you swear he was tall as hell, not to mention his muscular body. He wore a black sleeveless shirt and dark blue jeans.

"You know, just coward who will hit on woman.", he scoffed as he squeezed the man's fist, blocking it from hitting you in the same.

"Pick your own size.", he paused. "Like me, maybe?"

"Aaahhh!", he screamed. "Who are you?! Just stay the out from my business!"

"But you are in my business.", looking down at the man in front of him since he was much taller than him.

"Let me go!", he shouted and the guy did. The music has also stopped from playing and everyone was confuse.

You backed away as you sense something bad will happen. If you got fired because of your savior, you're going to hunt him down and ask him to take a full responsibilty. Why? You lost your job because of him.

The man took the bot