Exultant | Nicholas Chavez

06 ✩ Pain of Silk

Raven Ryder

I still can't get over the entire situation outside the club a few nights ago. I mean holy shit, what the fuck was that?

I'm grateful that he had intervened I suppose, but he's fucking crazy. Who in their right mind sticks a cigarette in someone's damn mouth?

What that guy did to us was way out of line and super, duper uncalled for, but I'm not sure he deserved to be choked out and cussed out, all while being a makeshift ashtray.

I thought I saw how angry Nicholas could get that one time at dinner, however this was way different. He was so fucking angry I could swear his entire body was shaking. I'm not sure I ever wanna see that side again, but with how much he dislikes me, I'm sure it will come out frequently.

What I should do is tell Mr. Malik that the guard he has hired to manage security... and supposedly paperwork, is a fucking psychopath and should be sent away. What I'm gonna do instead though... is mind the business that pays me.

Shit, I don't wanna be next.

Other than then that situation, I'm surprised the night went as smoothly as it did. As always, as soon as I got in the car he was in a pissy mood, what's new? You know, I thought his being mad was just the result of a bad day, but apparently not. This seems to be an everyday thing, which I'm not exactly looking forward to.

But, man did he look so fucking good.

Dare I say when he was acting like a crazy person too?

I'm tired of seeing his nice-looking face paired with such a shitty attitude. Those two things definitely don't mix well and it's starting to get to me because I really want a piece of him.

I obviously would never go there with him because, for one, that would be unprofessional of me... of course, and two, he's a living, breathing, walking dickhead.

When he was looking down at me from the railing I could almost see right through him. As much as he seems to hate me, I'm certain he wants me but refuses to act on it. I could tell by the way he held our eye contact, or by the way his jaw clenched and his grip on the glass tightened as he watched me dance. He seemed quite frustrated if you ask me.

He looked like he wanted to rip my clothes off and hey, I would let him.

Sorry.

I won't. Swear.

He's mean and fucking with that would fuck with my vibe. He is seriously messing with my zen. I'm not an angry person or one that has a nasty attitude all the time and he just brings something out of me that's so unprevailing.

He was so mad on the car ride home. I could've sworn he used at least every single form of profanity in the book multiplied by ten. He kept reminding me how much he hated watching over me and how much he disliked me for that matter.

I really wanna know what I did for him to not like me this much.

I genuinely have never met this man before we did all those weeks ago, so I don't even understand what's fueling this little hate movement he has, but it's very uncool and once again mean.

I just can't believe I'm gonna spend all these upcoming months with someone like him.

I don't know how I'll manage. I'm sure that by the end of everything I'll be the one with a damn cigarette addiction.

Once again, at least his face is nice so I'll just use that as my motivation to push past his rudeness.

I think he may need anger management classes or something because all that build-up cannot be good for one's soul.