When hope grows

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑬𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕

Ivan's POV:

"Where is James?" I ask Blake.

"I'm not sure if he will come. Probably he will stay in tonight" We are in a club. We have been waiting for him for the past hour.

"Ah, hard time with Lauren?"

"You know man, jealous wife" My best friend confirms my thoughts.

"Good thing, I'm a free man"

"Yes me too. Just fucks here and there"

"I'm starting to get bored of that" I truthfully tell him.

"The flings?" I nod to him and observe that his brown irises widen "What the fuck, man?"

"It gets old. I'm nearly 28 I can't behave like a teenage boy anymore. I want something more
substantial and real in my life" I express the thoughts that I have been thinking weeks now, out loud to him.

"How much did you drink?" He can't believe what I'm saying. I knew he wouldn't understand but he is one of my best friends I wanted to share it with him.

"As much as you"

"I'm losing my best friends. First James get married and now you looking for a relationship"

"I didn't say that" I remind him. I haven't even referred to the word 'relationship'. "I will just slow down what kind of women I will let in my house"

"What does that mean?"

"I will spend some quality time with them to get to know them and If someone impresses me enough I'll drive her to my house"

"That's why you haven't fucked in months?" He asks, even if he already knows the answer.

"Yes, after the drama with the last one I will be more cautious when it comes to them"

"She was so hot, though. You can give me her number-" he stops like he regrets what he started to say. He looks on the floor as he rubs his neck and I'm not sure If he is kidding or not.

"Take it but she will get on your nerves" She always asks and asks. She doesn't stop until she gets what she wants. She wanted things I couldn't give her. First all of my attention to her and secondly my money. The money she knew I fight so much to earn. Plus that, she wasn't even my girlfriend and she acted like she was.

"I know the way to shut her up" he smirks. Oh, my dearest friend, she knows too.

"She does too" I won't lie. She was entertaining but just that.

"What are you looking at?"

"Nothing" I turn my gaze back to him, not wanting him to see the girl I have been scanning for a while.

"Do you like that chick?" But he sees her and points at her. He knows what type of woman I like so it wasn't hard for him to find her.

"She's good" I play it off.

She is more than just good. She is beautiful but somehow weird. She is alone and hasn't smiled yet. It's like she would rather be anywhere else but here.

"Go to her. I will find someone to spend my time with" he urges.

I have to battle with myself as to if I should make a move and approach her or step back and continue my break from the female gender.

Before I come with a decision, somebody else manages and goes next to her. He is very tall, way taller than she is. That's clear as a day even if I'm meters away from them. He is just like those typical models who advertise razors and shampoos on TV.