THE HOUSE IS THE EXACT same, not a thing has changed. All my father’s shit is still here as I never bothered moving it. He still has the master room, and I have mine. It’s time I got rid of his things, take them out of this house so I can claim it as mine. Not that I’m staying in his house any longer because that’s how it feels. It’s late, and even though everything in me screams to go to her place and take her in every way possible, I need to wait. It should be during the day when I have a clear head and not full of wanting to fuck her.
So I head to the club, it’s been too long since I’ve been there. It’s packed, business is good. Making my way through the crowd, I spot two all too familiar faces. Robert and Stiles. Both standing at the bar talking to each other in close proximity. Walking over, I place my hand on Robert’s shoulder making him turn around to face me. He does and his smile drops, then he looks to Stiles who stares at me then shakes his head, looking back to the bartender.
“Don’t look so pleased to see me?” I question Robert. I say it loud enough that Stiles can hear as well.
“Why are you here?” Robert asks. I don’t get a chance to respond as it’s Stiles that does.
“One guess, she’s blonde.” He walks away after that comment, leaving me at the bar with Robert. I wave to one of the girls who pours us a few drinks then walks away.
“You aren’t here for her, are you?” he asks.
My head drops to the side. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
He picks up the whiskey and shoots it. “Because you make her sick. You two aren’t good together.”
“I disagree,” I argue back.
“Of course, you do, because you love her. So you don’t see it.”
“No, Robert, you don’t see it. She’s herself when she’s with me. She doesn’t pretend to love me, she does so with everything that is her.” He looks around then back to me, picking up the other whiskey.
“She only left her bed today. I’m just going to say this now I’ve had a few drinks of liquid courage.” He coughs into his hands. “You break her again, I’ll break you.” I try my best to not smile, but it breaks through subtly. He sighs and walks away from me. Making me go in search of Cane. Who I find in the booth above the dance floor, looking down at the crowd. He looks serious for a second until he notices it’s me, then his demeanor changes.
“I didn’t know you had returned.”
He shrugs his shoulders. “Someone had to run this place.” His hand waves around.
“You’ve done a good job, you should be proud.”
He looks to me, seriousness etched all over his face. “My father wants me to stop playing with you and go into business with him.” His words surprise me. He hated working with his father. That’s the sole reason he’s here.
“You don’t want to?”
He shakes his head. “His offer is nice, but I don’t want to be stuck behind a desk all my life.” He looks back out to the crowd and waves his hand. “Especially when I have all this. See that woman down there with that man?” He points to a blonde who’s kissing a man. “I bet you if I went down and offered her drinks, she’d go home with me tonight. Not her boyfriend.”
I laugh at his words. “What’s the point of that, though?”
The blonde’s almost climbing the man now. We both turn to look at each other.
“What’s the point of you going back and forth between Saskia and Livia?”
I scratch my chin and sit down. The music isn’t as loud up here, but it can still be heard. “I’m not going back and forth anymore.”
He raises an eyebrow. “So you’re finally going to choose and stick to that? Or maybe play the field a bit more?” he asks.
“I should be playing the field, shouldn’t I? I mean I’m successful, I’m young…” Cane sits next to me. “But why would I when all I want is her.”
“That could change. You changed your mind about cunt trap, Livia.”
I laugh at his term for her. Little did I know his words were true. Once she had her hooks into you, it’s hard to get them out. “That was different, I wasn’t solely wanting Livia.”
He shakes his head. “I can see a recipe for disaster.”
I stand, looking back over the crowd of people. Stiles is there, I can spot him now with another woman. His hand is around her waist.
“Who’s the brunette with Stiles?”
“His rebound.” Cane laughs. “He still wants your blonde.” He jokes.
“Of course, he does. Fuck, I do.”
“What are you doing standing here, then?” he jokes, hitting me on the arm.