Submissive cravings

Chapter 11

~JAIME’S POV~

I decided that today was a new day; which meant another chance to try to cheer Vic up.

And why not kill birds with stones (or whatever it’s said) by buying some sweet things at Alfred’s. Yeah, I was going to go wake Vic up for breakfast; everybody loved eating some nice shits while on bed.

So, in order to do that, I dropped Sophie at her parents’ house, which, now that they had moved wasn’t as far as it used to be. Saying goodbye to Sophie was already kinda hard, but seeing her parents, especially her mother, completely destroyed me. Claire, my mum’s younger sister, resembles her so much it’s scary. The more I see her, the more I remember my mother and her tragic end.

Understanding perfectly what happened to me, Claire tried hard to make the familiar reunion be as short as possible, which I was grateful for.

Soon after I was out of there trying to pull my shit back together and heading towards a place where happiness was stored in different shapes, colours and prices.

After a 20 minute drive, I finally arrived at Alfred’s store just to see the happy bastard leaving with a cake on his hands. Was he about to disturb people at 7 am?

“Alfred!” I shouted loudly.

He turned around clumsily almost making the cake fall to the floor. I guess I took him by surprise, I wasn’t one to come here that often.

“Hey Jaime!” He exclaimed walking towards me with a big smile on his face.

“Hi! Look, I need to buy some sweet stuff, you know. I want to make a friend feel happy for a while” I bubbled, trying to explain the reason for my visit. Thinking about seeing Vic in some more minutes put me such in a good mood.

“Oh no Jaime, I don’t sell that! There have been some rumors, I know …Well, I actually did sell some ecstasy and marijuana, but not anymore! Back then, I sort of needed the money…now I left it. Sorry I can’t hel…” He murmured nervously.

I burst out laughing.

Alfred had been a fucking drug dealer!?

Damn, I’m turning out to be a fail when it comes to judging people by its appearances.

“I don’t get the reason for laughter; it was a breaking point in my life, you know. I…” Alfred uttered obviously willing to start rambling.

“No! No…no drugs, okay?” I interrupted him gasping for air. My abs hurt because of how hard I had laughed. “I meant some of that tasty and colorful muffins and donuts of yours. Maybe a slice of cake too. Chocolate cake, it is believed to trigger endorphins release, right? No doubt I adore chocolate.” I winked instinctively. Shit, habits are habits. I hoped to had been clear enough this time, though. Truth be told, I didn’t knew much about bakery, sweets and stuff…Sure I loved to eat them, yet I had trouble with identifying what they were called or even made of.

“Alright, then you did come to the right place my friend!” Alfred said urging me to follow him into his vintage bakery store. It was official, the neighbours today would be able to sleep a little more. I'm awesome, I know.

Fifteen minutes later or so, I was parked in front of Vic’s apartment. I had been there before with Mike so I knew he lived in the 7th floor. I just had to get off the car and ring the bell, yet somehow I couldn’t. This whole thing suddenly felt wrong… I mean, I barely knew him…

What the fuck was I doing coming to his house and waking him up for breakfast?

Empathy maybe?

Yes, that was it. I wanted to help him get through the mess he was in because I understood how he was feeling.