Devil Doesn't Bargain (Completed)

Chapter 09: It Is Time For Me To Go

"Now I've got to let you go
You'll be better off in someone new
I don't wanna be alone
You know it hurts me too
You look so broken when you cry
One more and then I'll say goodbye
Sometimes, all I think about is you"

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I was standing in front of the minor family house, feeling as if everything was tensing inside me. I didn't want to be here, didn't even want to think about this place, and now I was forced to spend two nights in his presence. Watching him smile at Porsche, trying to seduce him. I was such a terrible friend, but whenever I wanted to warn Porsche, some strange lump appeared in my throat and I couldn't speak. I knew Porsche would never cheat on Kinn, they really loved each other, but seeing him and Vegas hurt. This morning, before we left, I heard friend saying to Pol that Vegas was pretty nice person and I wanted to scream in agony.

I was standing right behind Arm now, holding the back of his jacket and waiting for someone to greet us. I mentally begged it not to be Vegas and, to my luck, Macau opened doors.

"Hi guys!" He waved at us, and Arm immediately wenr toward him, suddenly stopped by my fingers still gripping his clothes.

He looked back in surprise, but I must have had something on face because he immediately gave me a refreshing, delicate smile.

"Come on, Pete," he said calmly, and this time we both set off.

Porsche looked at it all with narrowed eyes, but to me, Arm was now like a lifebuoy in the middle of the sea holding me above the water. Macau was chattering as he pointed to different places in the building, but his words seemed to bounce off me, never reaching my ears. I looked around frantically, feeling beads of sweat starting to appear on my forehead. He's here somewhere. Devil.

We stood in front of our room and it seemed to me that I would be able to hide in it without any troubles, when familiar voice reached us from behind our backs.

"Porsche," Vegas began, then looked at Arm and my back.

I could feel my skin burning in the places he touched that night, and I wanted to run into the bathroom, grab pumice stone, and rub it until that strange sensation was gone.

"Khun Vegas" friend bowed to the host with a smile, but I did not turn to face him.

I couldn't just look at him like that, not yet. Pretending everything is fine? That's Vegas's specialty, not mine. He was the best actor I've ever known, and the cruelest one. I couldn't just pretend it's fine. Especially when he was probably looking at Porsche with interest. I didn't want to start hating my friend for what I was feeling so I whispered something about the toilet and entered our room, only breathing with relief when I was left alone. I was standing in the bathroom staring at my reflection in the mirror and someone knocked on the door.

"Pete, we're gonna be in the conference room, you want me to wait for you, or you can manage by yourself?" Arm asked.

"No need, just go," I replied, splashing cold water on my hot face.

"Okay, it's like the third door on the left!"

For a longer moment I stood looking at myself, then I gathered all courage and left, heading in the direction Arm had pointed me out. I stood in front of the door, wondering if what I was doing made any sense as someone chest brushed my back and a manly hand fell on the doorknob. I recognized the smell right away, and the traitorous body quivered as it felt his warmth against me. I wanted to cuddle to this man, how pathetic of me. A hand pressed down on the handle to open the door, but just before that, I had the feeling that Vegas was leaning over me and taking a deep breath as if to smell my scent. It just had to be illusion, in the end I was not good enough for someone like him, so I ignored the tingling in the nape and quickly slipped into the room, still feeling his fire from behind.