The place had filled up with people from one hour to the next, all I did was talk to the occasional nice person "and stoned" enough to stop beside me and philosophize about the shape of the smoke coming out of his mouth. I wasn't even drinking. Vicenzo wandered around the house in his energetic way, giving attention to each of his guests, making jokes, singing and everything else. I was shaking my head subtly to the rhythm of Nirvana's My Girl (Where Did You Sleep Last Night), which was blaring through the speaker. Vicenzo was really lucky that the building was practically uninhabited, otherwise his parties would certainly have been forbidden by angry neighbors. The figure of my colleague appeared in front of me, he smiled and stroked my waist, leaning me against the wall.
"Something tells me you're looking for company," he spoke into my ear, causing me to shiver slightly.
John's POVThe silent room reflected the lackluster atmosphere between Cassie and me.Sitting on the bed in her room while I waited for her to finish getting ready, I observed every point of the place that had once been the territory of incredible nights between the two of us, happy moments that were now only fragments of a relationship that had once been pleasurable. How had we come to this? What was my share of the blame in this frayed relationship?It is difficult to realize that you no longer feel the same way about someone who was once so much a part of your life. I felt a great deal of affection for Cassie, but it didn't seem to be enough to carry through a relationship, because this affection was only in recognition and gratitude for everything we had been through over the years. Maybe I should continue to live my life as I have always lived it in order to avoid possible conflicts, but this is what scares me the most. Being unhappy. I awoke from my reverie just as Cassie em
"Your speech is based on domination and consequently on exploitation, so don't expect me to shut up. "John is the defender of the weak and oppressed, he thinks he can change the world by doing volunteer advocacy work out there. I always tell him that's irrelevant. "Cassie spoke in a tone of pure debauchery that made my blood rise as the others present laughed. I frowned in her direction noticeably angry at her stupid joke. I had a clear rule of living together and it was extremely important: Never, under any circumstances, make fun of something that is important to me. And with that shitty comment, Cassie had crossed every line. She intertwined her arm with mine, but I didn't show any reaction. Everyone was already immersed in another subject while I remained silent watching the concentration of people in the hall. "What's wrong with you?" Cassie whispered beside me, looking at me without understanding. I smiled sarcastically and stared at her. Before I could answer her, I heard
"All this time, all I've done is try to be understanding. I'm not trying to absolve myself of the blame for our relationship being this way, but I definitely can't take it anymore. "I confessed dejectedly. The look on Cassie's face became surprised and I would even say frightened. "What do you mean you can't take it anymore? What are you talking about, John?" she questioned exasperatedly, approaching me. "When did our relationship become boring? When did everything I did start to annoy you and vice versa?" my question came out as a plea. No one started a relationship thinking about its end, but when it came closer, covering it up was no longer an option. Cassie opened and closed her mouth several times, searching for what to say. "Do you think our relationship has become boring? "And hasn't it?" I returned the question. "Stop and think about these last few months, Cassie."Come on. If I'm going to lay my cards on the table, then I will. You seem to forget all the times you've side
After so much time with someone, realizing that you are alone gives you a strange feeling of emptiness. Cassie's words echoed wildly in my mind, and as much as they hurt, knowing that there was truth in what I had been told was uncomfortable. I had done the right thing, but the slight relief on my shoulders was no greater than the weight of the great emotional burden of our discussion.I started the car in the direction of my house feeling like a nervous wreck.However, I also felt that a part of me was relieved.Helena's POVToo much lighting.Too little comfort.I closed my eyes in the brightness and felt a weight
We left his apartment and went downstairs, but not before Vicenzo stopped me every five seconds to kiss me or make some funny remark. We made our way to the exit, where I quickly grimaced as I saw his motorcycle on the street. Here we go again. "I can still make you lose your fear of my little beauty.""I'm not too sure about that." I spoke uncertainly, putting on my helmet and gripping his waist tightly, suppressing a silly little scream the moment I felt the speed of the bike bounce off my body. I stayed that way the whole way, sighing with relief when Vicenzo stopped the bike in front of the condominium. I took off my helmet and handed it to the singer, who had also taken off his as he got off the bike to help me do the same. "Thanks for last night, I loved it," I smiled half-heartedly. "And thanks for driving me home.""I appreciate it. " he winked. "I'm always available." He moved closer and glued his lips to mine, initiating a kiss that lasted a few seconds. I smiled again an
"No, no, Carter. I was just saying hello to Helena. " Bryan said, flashing me a skewed smile. I didn't reciprocate. On the contrary, I remained serious. John held his attention on me and analyzed me minutely, as if trying to prove his friend's claim. I said nothing, just started walking towards the exit of the suffocating room.As soon as I passed in front of the two of them, John gently touched my arm, an act that made me stop halfway. "Everything okay?" He questioned, almost making me melt due to his approach to talk to me to make sure things were under control, after all, he knew the friend he had. "Yes... " My voice came out a little shaky. "I just came to get this bottle for Judith." I replied, lifting the wine that was in my hands. Bryan was just watching the whole thing with his arms crossed and his face angry. Asshole. John nodded slowly, his eyes lingering on mine for a few more seconds, until he pulled away. I smiled weakly at him and resumed my steps without looking
John's POVI sat down on the bar stool next to Bryan and looked at him with an arched eyebrow, wondering about the mood between him and Helena. I knew him well enough and had witnessed scenes of him and his childish pranks directed at her, which I did not like. My friend stared back at me and returned the dubious expression, laughing disdainfully when he noticed my serious expression."What? Are you going to fight me for being around your protégé?" He asked sarcastically and I didn't change my expression."That depends. Have you done something to make me take such action?" I retorted with a cutting tone of voice and he frowned."Careful, Carter. With that reaction yo
At that moment I felt relieved. Hours had passed since I had left Mr. Feldmann's house and I still hadn't received a single strange phone call. The notes I had been given would be of paramount importance, I was elated and happy that everything was falling into place. If Sandro Averbuck collaborated with us, it would be the icing on the cake. My cell phone beeped and I picked it up, seeing Cassie's name flash on the screen. I rubbed my face in a sign of fatigue and heard my office door open, revealing an imposing Lord Carter, who stared at me expressionlessly."I need the report on the Lee Feldmann case.""Okay. When?""Yesterday." He said dryly and I nodded, gathering some papers on the table. I noticed that the man was still watching me and I stopped