I WANT YOU SO BAD (BoyxBoy) | ✔

26. What's mine is mine.

JORDAN’S POV

       Yes, I officially hate myself. 

       We were at the club the next evening and I would say nothing went according to my plan.  Nick was hot in his outfit and both young and old men gravitated towards him and the way he was dancing on the floor with a big smile on his face, I would say he didn’t mind the attention either.

      I sulked in the corner and berated myself for not overlooking the future.  Because I was not letting go of my man that easy.      

      Yes. My man.  Go figure.

       A guy sat on the opposite seat and started talking.  I only had half ear to the conversation, my eyes always going back towards Nick.       

       He was happy and I tried to be happy for him but the vultures near him making grabby hands made it impossible.  I turned my attention towards the guy in the booth.  He was animatedly talking about the icon he made which was hit in his company and how he got promoted for that.  That shit didn’t even ask my name.

      I groaned internally and nodded my head a couple of times at appropriate intervals. 

     The next time I turned towards Nick, my heart froze.  The guy at the bar earlier had Nick in a compromising position.  Nick smiled at whatever the older guy said and laughed.  Bad idea.

       I know I have to give him space and let him come to a conclusion of his own sexuality but seeing him flirt with other men was never on my agenda.  I just wanted him to… I don’t know what I wanted but now all I want is to grab him in my arms and never let go.

      One minute I was seeing Nick looking up at the guy and the next minute they were both kissing. 

       Fuck. My. Life.

       I got up from my seat, seeing red.  The guy who was talking to himself with me in the booth called me by some random name.  I didn’t even consider any polite pretenses to give him as I strode towards the dance floor.

       When I was a couple of feet away from them, the guy looked straight at me over Nick’s shoulder and resumed kissing him.  That fucker. 

       My blood pumped hotly in my vein with the need to claim Nick as my own.

       When I reached them, the guy’s hand snaked through Nick’s torso and squeezed his butt.  In front of my eyes.  I caught the guy’s shirt from behind him and pushed his back onto the floor.  He fell with a thud and I was on him within a second.

       Grabbing his collar, I pulled him towards me and hissed in his ears.  “He is mine.  Don’t fucking keep your filthy hands on him.”

      I wanted to lash out and beat him up so bad but also, I didn’t want to create unnecessary attention and get kicked out of the club. 

     He raised his hand in surrender as a hand lifted me off of him.  I glared at the guy for good measure as he raised from the floor.  But he just turned away giving Nick a small smile.  I took off from the hold to go at him again but Nick pulled me back to his chest. 

      The people near us stared at the debacle but started to dance again. 

      “That was hot,”  Nick whispered in my near as he pulled me against him even more and ground his hard dick against my ass. 

       “Do you know what will be even hotter?  Me kicking your ass.”  I said harshly.

       I know that I don’t have any right to be angry at him because I was the one who encouraged him to ‘experiment’ but the heart wants what it wants.