Tristan.
“He only regrets sleeping with her because he got caught.”
Augie laughs.
“Babe, he didn’t sleep with Ceci. How many times do you need to hear it?”
“Until my ears bleed, I guess.”
“You’re torturing yourself over nothing… By the way, I gave him your cell phone number again.”
“He has it,” I say, rolling my eyes.
“I think he needed a little encouragement to actually call you.”
I roll my eyes at Augie’s need to meddle in everything. I swear he’s worse than my father is. I can’t even get him to stop butting his nose into what classes I’m going to take this semester at NYU. I thought he was only over controlling with Nicholas, but it extends to all his children. A loud knock sounds cross the door of the bathroom as an impatient voice calls. Are you finished already? There’s a line for the bathroom!
“I have to go, Augie. I’ll see you tonight.”
“Fine, but before you hang up, Harvey and I got invited to this badass party. You have to come. It’s in Greenwich.”
“When is it?”
“Saturday.”
I roll my eyes as Augie’s excited squeal.
“I’ll go,” I finally say. “But don’t ditch me to make out in the closet again.”
“Okay.” He sighs. “And you should really call Tristan.”
You should! Harvey’s voice calls over the line. I laugh despite the pain that radiates in my chest.
I leave The Grind with the gnawing sensation that maybe Ceci wasn’t lying when she told me she didn’t sleep with Tristan.
Tristan
Today is one hell of a day.
Seeing Emily’s friend Augie was like a knife to the chest. I’ve been avoiding even the mention of her name. I’ve tested my limits of pain and realized that right now, Emily is a hard limit for me. All of my paintings are starting to take on a macabre feel. Even Sebastian Wolfe says I’m going a little too dark, and he’s one of my biggest clients.
I lean back into the seat of my car as I weigh the pros and cons of walking into the Pleasure Chest. This morning, a text message was waiting for me from Francesca, the sub I was spending time with before Emily walked back into my life. It’s not the temptation that led me all the way out here. No, it’s the need to forget. To feel in control after letting the woman I love slip through my fingers.
Felicity’s neon pink smile greets me as I enter the Pleasure Chest. Her eyebrows quirk up at me as I silently hand her my jacket and phone to store in coat check. Memories of Emily drift into my mind. The last time I was here was the night she came to the club. I haven’t been back since.
The club is thriving with an abnormal amount of guests as I step inside. To my dismay, Love Will Tear Us Apart by Joy Division is playing on the speakers. Fucking perfect.
I watch Felicity with irritation as she turns and places my belongings in the room behind her. She doesn’t say a word despite my silence, but I know something is on the tip of her tongue.
“What is it?” I growl.
“You look like shit.”
“I’m fine,” I lie.
Felicity brushes a hand through her long red hair as she rounds the corner. She crosses her arms over her chest and proceeds to stare at me with a critical look waiting for me to unravel.
“Are you here to see Francesca?”
There’s the million-dollar question.
“Yes.”
A look of disappointment crosses Felicity’s heart shaped face. She lets out a long sigh before handing me a key to room 23. A wave of anxiety passes through me. What if I feel worse after I do this?
“What happened to the blonde?” Felicity asks with curious eyes.
“Nothing.”
“Is that the problem?”
“This isn’t a gab session.”
She laughs and then points me in the direction of the individual playrooms.
“I hope you know you’re acting like an idiot,” she calls.
I ignore her and turn down the hallway to find room number 23. It’s set off to the side with a door painted red. My heart races as I turn the knob and walk inside. Despite the cool
“He only regrets sleeping with her because he got caught.”
Augie laughs.
“Babe, he didn’t sleep with Ceci. How many times do you need to hear it?”
“Until my ears bleed, I guess.”
“You’re torturing yourself over nothing… By the way, I gave him your cell phone number again.”
“He has it,” I say, rolling my eyes.
“I think he needed a little encouragement to actually call you.”
I roll my eyes at Augie’s need to meddle in everything. I swear he’s worse than my father is. I can’t even get him to stop butting his nose into what classes I’m going to take this semester at NYU. I thought he was only over controlling with Nicholas, but it extends to all his children. A loud knock sounds cross the door of the bathroom as an impatient voice calls. Are you finished already? There’s a line for the bathroom!
“I have to go, Augie. I’ll see you tonight.”
“Fine, but before you hang up, Harvey and I got invited to this badass party. You have to come. It’s in Greenwich.”
“When is it?”
“Saturday.”
I roll my eyes as Augie’s excited squeal.
“I’ll go,” I finally say. “But don’t ditch me to make out in the closet again.”
“Okay.” He sighs. “And you should really call Tristan.”
You should! Harvey’s voice calls over the line. I laugh despite the pain that radiates in my chest.
I leave The Grind with the gnawing sensation that maybe Ceci wasn’t lying when she told me she didn’t sleep with Tristan.
Tristan
Today is one hell of a day.
Seeing Emily’s friend Augie was like a knife to the chest. I’ve been avoiding even the mention of her name. I’ve tested my limits of pain and realized that right now, Emily is a hard limit for me. All of my paintings are starting to take on a macabre feel. Even Sebastian Wolfe says I’m going a little too dark, and he’s one of my biggest clients.
I lean back into the seat of my car as I weigh the pros and cons of walking into the Pleasure Chest. This morning, a text message was waiting for me from Francesca, the sub I was spending time with before Emily walked back into my life. It’s not the temptation that led me all the way out here. No, it’s the need to forget. To feel in control after letting the woman I love slip through my fingers.
Felicity’s neon pink smile greets me as I enter the Pleasure Chest. Her eyebrows quirk up at me as I silently hand her my jacket and phone to store in coat check. Memories of Emily drift into my mind. The last time I was here was the night she came to the club. I haven’t been back since.
The club is thriving with an abnormal amount of guests as I step inside. To my dismay, Love Will Tear Us Apart by Joy Division is playing on the speakers. Fucking perfect.
I watch Felicity with irritation as she turns and places my belongings in the room behind her. She doesn’t say a word despite my silence, but I know something is on the tip of her tongue.
“What is it?” I growl.
“You look like shit.”
“I’m fine,” I lie.
Felicity brushes a hand through her long red hair as she rounds the corner. She crosses her arms over her chest and proceeds to stare at me with a critical look waiting for me to unravel.
“Are you here to see Francesca?”
There’s the million-dollar question.
“Yes.”
A look of disappointment crosses Felicity’s heart shaped face. She lets out a long sigh before handing me a key to room 23. A wave of anxiety passes through me. What if I feel worse after I do this?
“What happened to the blonde?” Felicity asks with curious eyes.
“Nothing.”
“Is that the problem?”
“This isn’t a gab session.”
She laughs and then points me in the direction of the individual playrooms.
“I hope you know you’re acting like an idiot,” she calls.
I ignore her and turn down the hallway to find room number 23. It’s set off to the side with a door painted red. My heart races as I turn the knob and walk inside. Despite the cool
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