He can kill anyone with his dangerous blue eye charm and intoxicating smirk. No one dares to mess with billionaire Travis Deveraux except his childhood sweetheart Chanel Desrosier.
She is competitive, bossy and very particular with her business. Get...
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I am rarely confused about my actions and hardly ever reconsider them but today it got me sinking.
Why have I not told Adriel that I live in Texas? On normal ocassions I would have definately invited the person in subject to hangout with me and my friends in this sweat stinking club but I didn't.
I didn't invited Adriel.
On another thought he doesn't even seem like a person who would rather spend his nights in clubs or public spaces for that matter.
When I saw him at the party I was surprised. And shocked too to find that he is a 'Deveraux' Aka. Travis's brother.
Travis on whom my dear friend Chanel has gone all voddoo doll.
Fuck, all of this is such a cobweb! I need another drink.
I repeated the order of my drink when a friend of mine returned with a lady in his arms.
"Look who have I got."
She winked at me and I smiled out of politeness.
My friend moved his face closer to me and whispered "Once you are done with her, you'll gonna stop fantasizing about penetrating a dick in your ass."
My clutch on the glass thightend and jaw clenched.
He distanced his face with a overgrowing smirk on his face.
So uhm yeah, here is the thing, even after so many revolutionary campaigns, court judgements and media propoganda some people are still not convinced with the idea of homosexuality.
I mean, I am obviously not asking them to become gay and support us. I am just asking them for peace and definately not their unsolicited advices.
Ryder here is a due conservative. Who can't stand the idea of someone else, whom he has zero say over, from whom his life will be zero percent affected, is gay.
Eversince he came to know about my sexuality he is pestering me to no limits. He took me to various strip clubs, set me up on random tinder dates. Brought me in his language, chicks to spend a night with. All of this without my consent.
I tried to reason him multiple times, but he never batted an eyelash.
This time I had it enough. I can't always just sit around in the name of the friendship and get disrespected for the choices that makes me happy.
I have to take a stand for myself, for my liberty.
"I have already told you Ryder, I dont want your intervention in my private matters."
"Oh, come on Zacky baby, I am just doing you a favor. Trust me, you'll thank me once you'll get your head straight!" He laughed it off.
My tone was no where near funny but he and his other so called mates started laughing their ass off.
The rage this time was real. How dare they gaslight me into thinking I am the one whose head isn't straight!? When infact its them who have zero shame in clinging onto someone else's private affairs.
I grinded my teeth in an attempt to subdued my anger and stands off straight from the bar stool.
"I am leaving." I announced and picked up my scotch glass to finish up the last few mls.
The cold liquid having burning audacity sores my throat and I turned around towards the main door when a hand flirted to my right shoulder.
With a slight force Ryder again turned me to his side and places his hand on my jaw. "Aww is zachy baby angry? What will he do now? Go out and look for a dickypop to suck it as his night meal?"
"FUCK OFF RYDER!" I pushed him on his ribs and smacked a hard punch on his jaw. So much so that the blood started oozing from his lips.
But I couldn't careless now.
He let out a curse and lauched himself on me, I stumbled back, half with force and half with intoxication.
He grabbed for my head, and I gave him a front kick, then spun around and caught him on the jaw.
The fight was getting messier.
His mates came to pull him off myself but I held his collar and gave him one last tight punch.
Ryder gasps with blood coming out of his mouth.
"SOMEBODY CALL THE FUCKING SECURITY! OR THEY'LL KILL EACH OTHER!"
A shrill voice from somewhere in the bar called for the bouncers.
He kicked both of us out of the bar once after checking our I'ds for the legitimate entry before.
I wasn't in the state to drive to my house myself. I couldn't see my face rightnow but I am pretty sure it wouldn't be resembling like a Calvin Klein model face which it usually does.
*Sighs*
I walked further on the road to look for a taxi. Finally after a few minutes I could see a bright headlight coming to my way.
I pulled my thumb up and the taxi halted a few centimetres away.
He rolled down the window and gave me a long ounce over.
"Want an autograph?"
He looks away and muttere an apology. I gave him the address of my house and he started the engine.
15 minutes later I was standing infront of the elevator.
I pressed my thumb into the sensor and the elevator door opened.
Squirting my eyes on the floor list I accidentally pressed on 2 adjacent floors.
"Fuck" I cursed tiredly and rested my head on the wall and shut my eyes closed for a few seconds.
The restlessness from the work added with the fight and intoxication. Not best combo I swear.
The lift door pinged and opened. Without giving much attention I moved out of the same.
Squirting my eyes with hammer punching headache. I tried to make up of the newly looking surrounding.
I tried punching my code on the left doorlock but everytime it showed error.
Huh? What the fuck!
I banged hard on the door "Open my goddam house!!!"
No response.
"Kitcatttt!! Are you upset from me? That's why you are not opening? My love I am sorry I promise I'll brush your fur 100 times daily! JUST OPEN!!"
"What the- " A melodious masculine voice fills the air.
I turn around, only to crash with- ..... with- Adriels face?!?
"A- Adriel..?"
He doesn't respond and I fall on my kness with exhaustion. I looked down on the floor ans noticed a few blood drops.
Am...I..on my periods? Is Adriel on periods?
Can man be on periods?
My eyes closed and I fall infront, upon Adriel's feet.
