The Older Man Part II

Chapter 11

Older Men Do It Better

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CHEYENNE'S POINT OF VIEW

My lips stayed in the shape of a smug smirk when I heard Vincent grumbling to himself the whole way home.

I knew it wasn't completely right of me to be behaving the way I was given how touchy of a subject this was for Vincent, but I knew the type of man he was.

Vincent wasn't the type of man to take action because of unjustified reasons. He didn't allow his emotions to fuel his actions or motives, but I knew if I pressed him a little, he'd crack. And that's exactly what I was hoping for.

Having been with him for years now, I knew that, by teasing him about being jealous of Adrian, it would get under his skin and lead to him wanting to prove himself to be superior, which wasn't news to me, but he needed that confidence booster.

I could tell my devious plan was working as I wished when Vincent slammed the truck door when he pulled into our empty space in the parking garage.

He wasn't one for subtlety, I snickered to myself.

There was a physical distance between us as we walked from the parking garage to our condo. He didn't walk behind me like he typically does; he stormed ahead of me with cartoon-like smoke coming out of his ears.

I playfully shook my head at his behavior. Once I help him get past this, he'll thank me, I told myself confidently.

I watched him angrily shove the key into the lock and open the door. Once the door was open, he entered in and shut the door behind him. It shut before I could even approach it. He didn't bother to wait for me.

Stunned at his disconsideration, I began to think if I had overshot this.

Vincent and I knew each other like the back of our hands, and even though I knew how to help him out of his bits of insecurity and self doubt, I've never seen him this way before. I started pondering the idea that it wasn't his own inner demons gnawing at him, causing him to act this way, but Adrian.

Truth be told, Vincent could run circles around Adrian in any contest, but jealousy had a certain way of creeping into the depths of our minds and creating momentary monsters.

When I let myself in the condo, I saw Vincent pouring himself a glass of whiskey. He didn't even look in my direction.

"Vincent," I said his name to gather his attention but he didn't stray away from the focus he had on the glass of whiskey in front of him.

I smacked my lips lightly when he remained silent. I didn't want to create this level of tension between us. I only wanted to tease him a little, but it clearly backfired and I needed to make it up to him.

I can't stand him being this way with me, I frowned mentally.

He stayed in the kitchen, quietly sipping the whiskey as he leaned against the counter. When he saw me walking towards him, he avoided me expertly by heading into the dining room without even a glance in my direction.

I fought the urge to roll my eyes before turning on my heel to follow him. Thankfully he didn't run away this time.

When I went to rest a comforting hand on his shoulder, he blocked my affection. He quickly set his drink down and stopped my hand by grabbing my wrist and pushing me into the closest wall he could locate.