Dance For Me

Fights

*Jonah POV*

La Rosa, a club I really don't want to be at. Don't get me wrong, it's a decent place and Eben did a fantastic job with the designing but I really don't want to be here.

When Corbyn called me, letting me know we needed to talk, a thousand things ran through my mind. Corbyn is probably the most unpredictable guy you'll ever meet, so this could be anything.

Leaning against the bar with my second vodka and soda, I tap the half full glass against the black granite counter, staring at the staircase. Corbyn's running late, as usual and that doesn't help my anxiety.

As I tap my foot to the shitty music, I watch as Corbyn walks up the steps and gets stopped by the lanky security guard. He chuckles and shakes his head before walking up the final step.

Suddenly my heart feels like it's in my throat as I take another sip of my drink.

"Corbyn!" I call out to the man who didn't really look like he was looking for me, but he nods and walks my direction anyways.

I went with a more causal look this evening, while Corbyn is still dressed in his usual black suit and tie.

When Corbyn first broke up with Cassidy, his attire took a turn for the worse. He was piss drunk all the damn time so it wasn't surprising to people that he'd come in with two different shoes on, or pants that didn't match his jacket. He was a wreck, but I'm glad he's almost two months sober.

I wave down the bartender for another drink, as Corbyn rests his back against the bar, keeping his body directed towards the stairs, as he checks out the time on his rollex.

"Another vodka soda, and a water;" I tell the gentleman who looks like he just turned twenty one. "What's going on? Why am I here?" I take down the rest of my drink in one swift go, I'm almost scared to be sober.

"I did all the digging you wanted me to do on Devonie." My body freezes as I almost choke on my drink. He finally looked into it? I had pretty much forgotten about it.

Who am I kidding? I never stopped thinking about it. I promised Corbyn I wouldn't do any digging for myself, and it was slowly killing me. He kept putting it off on purpose, I think he was trying to torture me, I almost questioned what I had done to him that was so bad for him to do this to me.

"She had a daughter, named her Violet. She just turned four, about to go into kindergarten next year. She looks exactly like you, man." The bartender smacks down our glasses but I don't take my wide eyes off Corbyn as I chug the whole thing down as I try to process this.

"You're sure it's mine?" My voice squeaks like a damn child

"She found out she was pregnant before she slept with Darcy, it's yours, man." Corbyn smacks my shoulder with a smile but I can't even comprehend what's going on as my body begins to shake.

I'm a dad. I'm literally a father of a human being and not just my fucking cat. What do you do with little kids? I know nothing about kids. This is pathetic.

"Why'd you bring me out here, just to tell me I'm a dad?" I push out a forced laugh as I wave down the bartender for another drink. I try to make myself look causal but my over drinking gives my nerves away.

"You might want to slow down on those, she'll be here any minute." He looks down towards his watch again.

"What? You're bringing her here?" I slam my glass down, dumping almost all of it, all over my hand. Devonie hates when I drink, she says I become someone I'm not. I don't want her to think that when we talk about her daughter. Our daughter.

"You two need to talk about this, work this shit out. No more, 'she doesn't need a man,' or, 'he's too good for me'. Talk this shit out, you two were a good pair, but I know you both, so a public place seemed best, I don't want either of you dead."