On His Demand {manxman}

OHD: Chapter Fifteen

Dr. Jose Luca Grazi

Kaiden didn't get back until 4:30, I assumed, which meant that he had been gone for 9 whole hours and not once, not motherfucking once did he try to reach out to me to let me know that he was okay. I mean, it's not like he's got two people after him, you know what I'm saying? 

I hate to feel this way, to feel like I'm in the dark about everything, to feel like I'm questioning my worth all over again because these patterns are repeating themselves. I'm not stupid and I know that I deserve more but something in me keeps stopping me from trying to question Kaiden because deep down inside, I have a feeling the answer is not going to be beneficial to me. He was all in, at the beginning of this relationship but to me, it appears that now that he finally has me, it's not worth the chase anymore.

I hate to think like that but when you're someone like me and you've devoted all of your love, all of your time, and you blatantly ripped your heart and gave it to someone, who ran it over with their fucking car, everything about you is ruined. 

"Hey," A soft voice broke through my thoughts and I turned to look at Nicca, standing in the doorway of my room. He looked fresh as a motherfucker and I had to give him props. "Gay man, less staring off into space, more getting dressed!" He snapped his fingers and I rolled my eyes, shoving my legs into my skinny jeans. "I was going to compliment you but then you ruined it, rusty arse." I chuckled as Nicca scowled before leaving my room. I sighed as I fixed my button down, running a hand through my hair as I deemed myself presentable with a spray of cologne.

Here I was, about to go down to Limelight, being the third wheel with Nicca and Mikhail. Nicca could say that it was just a friendly get-together all that he wanted to, but I'm not dumb. One could clearly see the sexual tension between the two and I did not want to come between that, but Nicca was forcing me to go out instead of moping about Kaiden.

Here I am, a twenty-eight year old, going out to the club like I'm some prepubescent teenager.

This should go well.

"You look nice, Jose." Nicca grinned at me when I came down the steps, keys in hand. "Don't butter me up bitch." I stared in annoyance and he snorted. "I love you too, dear best friend." I looked at him and it was hard to tell that he was just in a severe car accident. I mean, sure he had some bruises and scars that were still healing, but the way he smiled, one would think that nothing ever happened to him.

I wanted that kind of facade. I wanted to be able to let everything go and move on with my life and not give a single fuck, but I felt too much and I thought too much and my worries became evident.

"Let's go." I nodded to the door and just like that, we arrived as quickly as we left. "What made you's decide to come to the club tonight?" I questioned and Nicca shrugged as he showed the bouncer his ID. "I don't know. We just needed to get out of the house." He stated and I nodded. "Also, it's not really a club tonight. It's been reformed to be a little restaurant." Nicca said in addition and I looked at him like he was stupid.

"What?"

Sure enough, he was right. Inside Limelight, there was a large dance floor like always, but there were round tables and booths surrounding the dance floor and there was food being taken to tables by the waiters and waitresses. "What in the bloody hell?" I murmured to myself. "Ivan wanted to go all out tonight. It's his anniversary." Nicca replied to me, in reference to the owner of the club. He and his wife had been married for 9 years tonight. "That sounds beautiful, just lovely." I deadpanned and Nicca hit me on the arm. "Let's go. I see Mikhail."