After lunch, my brother and I continued to talk about his one and only true love. He once again offered to drink liquor, but I had to force myself to fight the urge of wanting to drink. I have to take a break from drinking. It's for my own good.Yeah, right. I'm going to go clubbing with Lucas, yet I'm avoiding alcoholic drinks?How can I beat the temptation if I'm exposing myself in front of it?The talk that I had with my brother was quite long. There were a lot of things that he wanted me to know. Things that he had been keeping from me and from our own parents for years now. Things that held his truth and emotions captive.Things that made him feel afraid.He indeed was needing me. He has no one else to turn to.I left my brother's villa with a promise that I will never tell anyone else about everything that he told me. And I'm not even expecting him to do the same. I don't care if he starts telling other people about how stupid I am for letting Lucas back into my life. I don't ca
The exact location of the club is at the topmost floor of the building. And it's almost ten o'clock, yet I'm still inside my car.Uncertain of what to do.Out of all the clubs in Chicago, why did they decide to settle on this one? Why does the location has to be the number one problem? I haven't even stepped inside, yet I'm already dealing with this shit.So, what am I going to do now? Am I going in? Or am I going to back out? I don't want to keep Lucas waiting. But at the same time, I also don't want to let myself walk inside the devil's lair.If I do, my brother will definitely pester me about it again. It will be all over the internet, and it will make headlines. They are going to waste their time thinking what could I be doing inside the club that Mr. Bryce fucking Tryst owns.But despite those consequences, there's really nothing else to consider. There are no consequences that are heavier than it. I mean, my family is not going to disown me for having fun in a club where I'm not
“You know most of them?” Lucas questions me as we both sit on the leathered furniture surrounding the table in the middle.The furniture is circular, and we are sitting on the left side where no one else is sitting with us. They are all in front of us.“Yeah, I know most of them. Schyler and Sylvester are friends of my cousin, Harvey. And then, Isequel is, well, let's just say that I know him.”I don't know how else I'm going to shrug the confusion within me. I have no idea how to treat Isequel when he's a friend of both Conrad and Bryce. For pete's sake! Why is Conrad so friendly?“Okay. If you want to put it that way, then, it'll be that way.” Lucas grins at me before kissing my cheek without a warning.My cheeks immediately heat up.“I think I'm about to be tipsy.” His breath is touching the surface of my face, and I can smell the rum that he's drinking. “I've been fighting it since earlier. These guys seem so tough.” He continues to talk as my eyes just focus on his lips. There a
“Well, you guys look like you had so much fun.”Lucas and I are now back in our seats, and Isequel here decided to acknowledge us.I still don't know how to deal with him.“Yeah.” Lucas answers for us, which actually calms a part of me. My system is refusing to say a single word to Isequel. “Why didn't you bring your girlfriend? I was expecting that everybody will have a date tonight.” Lucas takes another bottle of rum, and he opens it to drink straight from the bottle.I lost count of the bottles of rum that he had opened to consume.“Oh, wait. She's your girlfriend?” Isequel meaningfully flashes his smile at Lucas. And this man beside is about to lose his shit because of what he's drinking. I don't know why, but that's what my gut is telling me.To answer Isequel's question, Lucas just smiles at Isequel too. Probably doesn't know what to say. It's a good thing because it's a strong sign that I'm not going home tonight trying to carry a drunken man.“There's no clear label.”There. I
“Well, that’s unfortunate. I was expecting to have fun with you guys. It’d be lame if you leave now.”Bryce is still trying everything that he can just so he can change Lucas’ mind.But I know better. If only I could talk to Lucas privately, I would tell him that Bryce’s version of fun is different from the version of fun that we all know.Right now, I could only hope that Lucas wouldn’t be convinced by Bryce and his mind games that come with hidden intentions.“Man, if he wants to leave, he will leave. You can’t make someone stay even if you go down on your knees and beg.” Isequel adds, but the tone of his voice doesn’t sound like he meant what he just said.I wouldn’t be fooled by these two. If there’s something that I always need to remember about them, is that they would never betray each other. Bryce stays for Isequel, and Isequel stays for Bryce.Conrad was the one who told me that. And right now, I can perfectly see it even in different angles from my perspective.“I guess. I me
I never thought that it would be so easy admitting to Lucas a certain part of my past that I don't like talking about.It's not that I want to forget it permanently, nor do I exclude it being a part of me. But it's just, Bryce Tryst had already brought enough damage in my business and in my personal life.Remembering that he used to be a part of my life will only make a lot of things worse for me.“I still can't get over it.” Lucas comfortably settles himself on the bed as he pulls the blanket to cover his body. He's shirtless, and he only has boxers down there.“So, he wasn't lying earlier?” Questions keep on coming out from his mouth after the very moment that I revealed to him that the devil is my ex-lover after all.And I want to answer all of them, but I know that it will drain me, and then I will eventually get pissed. And I don't want to be like that to Lucas, so, I tried to divert the attention away from the informations that he's having a hard time to grasp on.“Yes, Lucas. H
When the phone call with Vincent ended, I didn’t waste any second and changed back into the dress that I was wearing earlier. I returned the robe to where I took it from, and I gathered my things before silently leaving the hotel room.There’s a part of me telling me that I shouldn’t trust Vincent, but how else would he know about Lucas’ girl best friend? How else would he know about Dahna’s sister? If it’s a trick created by Bryce and Vincent, at least it helped me to separate myself from Lucas.It helped me realize that Lucas will never be mine.As I wait for the elevator to open, I start to type a message for Kevin regarding the first thing that we will be doing tomorrow. Lucas had already brought too much baggage in me, and now that I know about his hidden motives, I am willingly putting distance between us. I need to focus on what I must do, and what I must not do.I can’t promise to myself that I will never be fooled again, but I will try my best. Knowing that once I start givin
“Get out. Get out of my office, you're fired.” No hint of anger nor any possible remorse is shown by my face. Not even the sound of my voice can make anyone conclude that I am disappointed. This is how I am. Calm and composed. No such chaos can deflate my professionalism. “Yes, sir. I'm really sorry, Mr. Tryst. Thank you for everything.” She bows her head before walking out of my office. As soon as I heard the glass door shut, I sit on my swivel chair and wonder why this shit keeps on happening to me. The woman that I fired just now was my secretary. My fourth secretary this year, and the ones before her were all just like her. All of them betrayed me; all of them were traitors. Garbages that I picked up from the dirt and turned into gold. Why do I keep on finding the wrong ones? A little bit more, this business will make me lose my sanity. My sanity that I keep on holding together, but I knew that I lost it way back in college. Suddenly, a knock on the door stops me from lookin