Chapter Seven

Dominic

"I don't want to go home" I screamed.

The day had arrived, and I hated that it had to swoop in so fast that I did not even have at least a small amount of time to prepare for it. I hated it so much that I actually wished to get tangled into an unfortunate tragic accident yesterday and just die instantly, so I'd never live to see this day come and take me back to a place where I don't want to be but, apparently, that did not happen so here I am today, alive and kicking, absolutely scared of heading back home. And although, I've missed my mom and her "I'm not a regular mom, I'm a cool mom" shenanigans, and my little sister with her rude ass tongue who by the way has quickly transformed into a spitting image of my mom who is probably swooning over Shawn Mendes and those popular Korean boy bands at this moment, but I don't really want to go home just yet. Singapore saw me cry under the shower, it caught me become drunk as fuck and wake up to a banging headache the next morning, it saw me hook up with a lot of dudes, and it already made itself a genuinely comfortable bed of roses and nails for me to sleep. Singapore basically had me at my worst. I became really comfortable with my daily set up here, and it's so terrifying to go back home and start all over again.

I screamed inside my head. It would have been a loud ass scream at the very top of my lungs. It would have been a piercing scream that might probably shatter all of the windows. It would have been a commanding scream that should settle everything at once. But it was not. It was just a powerless voice crippled inside my head. After staring at my closet for god knows how long, I reluctantly started packing my things as I began to notice my hands shaking almost like the ground under a passing train. I got my shirts, tops, jeans, what else?

"Should I bring all of these?" I muttered under my breath. I clearly don't know if I should bring all of my clothes back home or should I just leave most of them here but then only when I was not expecting it, I saw a very familiar t-shirt at the very bottom of the closet. My eyes were securely pinned to it like it has some sort of hypnotizing ability. It was Valentine's t-shirt that I actually forgot to return.

"Why the hell is this even here?" I asked myself wondering about how it got here until I abruptly rode the train back to memory lane. Right, I brought this shirt with me to remind me of Valentine and all of those good memories that we had but that after everything that happened to me here, I don't even fucking remember the reason why I brought this.

I pulled the shirt and sniffed it like a flower. Oh god, five years have already gone and passed and yet there is that distinct smell of Valentine's cologne lingering from the shirt bluntly reminding me of how horrible I am as a human being. I clearly don't want to reminisce all of those agonies and heinousness that I created. I shattered Valentine real hard just after finding a way to put him back together piece by piece, and although I don't know how quick he had recovered from that or who helped him heal from the pain, I do know for sure that I did enough damage to bruise him for life. Valerie doesn’t even realize that it had recoil damage and that recoil has hit me hard enough that it broke me as much. The smell of those memories kicked my nostril that I didn't even notice I was already hugging the shirt. A single tear had already fallen from my eye.

"Hello?" I answered my phone without even bothering to check on who's calling.

"Hey there, Dominic" The deep voice from the other line spoke.

"Uhm, do I know you?" I asked after quickly looking at who's calling, which is a new number of course.

"Oh, sorry. It's me, Jonathan."

Oh wow, Jonathan did really got my number, and he's calling me again for what? A sequel?

"Oh, hey, Jonathan. How are you?" I mouthed.

"I feel good. Uhm, I just want to know if you are free later this evening" I'm guessing this guy enjoyed the threesome that happened and that he wants a second season. I don't even remember giving him my correct number. I'm pretty sure I always provide the wrong number to all the guy I meet so I'd never have to deal with them ever again. "I'm hoping to buy you another drink again. Just the two of us this time, though. No Jesse, No third party."

"I....... don't think so. I have some important things to do."

"Oh, that's disappointing."

"I'm really sorry I've enjoyed it back there, but I'm just busy."

"No, it's fine... it's fine. I'm pretty sure there is this thing that we call next time, right?"

"Right, right..... Of course"

I continued packing my things. I decided to just bring the things that I bought here and leave the things that I already have when I first got here—Dad who only offered to drive me to the airport just cancelled which kind of frustrated me. I do understand that it is about work stuff but whatever, I'm a grown-up, I can take care of myself.

"Why am I fucking here?" I screamed inside my head, asking why the hell I showed up here.

I found myself sitting at the very same bar at the very same spot with a bottle of beer on my hand. There aren't a lot of people here since it is very much that early which quickly led me to question my sudden decision as to why I came back here when I have a flight to catch in a few hours. I don't know. Maybe it's because I'm going to miss getting drunk here. I'm going to miss spotting some hot guy from this spot and hooking up with them. I'm going to miss crying under that shower back at dad's penthouse.

"I thought you have some important things to do" I heard a very familiar voice spoke behind me. Suddenly, Jonathan showed up and is now sitting right next to me, smiling wide as fuck as if he had just won the lottery or something.

"Yeah, I was"

"Is this what you call something important?" He chuckled and then grinned at me.

"I'm just super stressed, so I thought I needed to have just a bottle of beer" I replied.

"I think beer does not solve that problem, but I do know how to solve it though" He smiled as he slid his finger slowly rubbing it up and down on my arm and the next thing I know, we were already making out inside one of a cubicle of the men's comfort room.

The space inside this cubicle is strictly limited, but we surprisingly fit together inside. There's not much of a wiggle room though not even a space to bend, and it's pretty hot so I'm pretty sure we cannot enjoy a quickie in here.

"I think this is a mistake," I said, pulling myself away from the kiss.

"No, it's not" Jonathan replied and was about to engage back to kissing me, but I stopped him.

"I just think this is wrong."

"Is this about Jesse and me? You do know that we are very much open about this, right? You don't need to worry about that."

"No, this is not about you or your boyfriend. This is about me."

"What are you even talking about? You're confusing me" Jonathan spat. I'm looking at him in the eye, and I'm right, he's totally just like me. He just wanted the pleasure of it. He just wants sex and nothing more. However, unlike me, he wanted to do it with the same person, you know like a fuck buddy system.

"Look, what happened to the three of us is just a onetime thing for me" I blurted out subsequently opening the door and moving out of the claustrophobic cubicle. "I'm really sorry. Man, I enjoyed it as much as you did, but I'm just..... I just don't want a repeat."

"Well, it's not a repeat. It's just you and me."

"You don't understand," I said.

I walked away from Jonathan knowing fully well that I'm going to stick to what I said to myself since day one of playing in this arena, but he grabbed my arm and pushed me straight on the wall. My back hit the wall pretty hard. He choked me with his left arm and held my shirt with his other hand. I was taken aback by his actions, but it did not strike enough fear that I would just give up as quickly.

"What are you playing? Hard to get, eh?" I can sense a bit of dominance residing in Jonathan, his voice is rising to an angry tone, but I wasn't scared. I ain't scared of him.

"What are you going to do? Force me!" I can barely speak with my throat being held tight like that, normally choke me daddy is kind of a funny phrase for me, and this is kind of representative about that but this time, it is not.

Out of the blue, the door opened like a blessing as Ozzy came in probably thinking to release some water out of his bladder. He immediately saw Jonathan pinning me on the wall with such force that I have to act as if I'm being hurt, which actually activated the hero mode in Ozzy. Ozzy came to the rescue as he sent a strong punch surging right onto Jonathan's face, eventually sending him on the floor. I quickly moved away and went behind Ozzy.

"Oh fuck" I spat.

Ozzy was on his feet to throw another punch at Jonathan who was on still on the floor, but Jonathan just screamed like a scared kid.

"Stop. Stop, stop. Please stop!" He repeatedly screamed, ultimately prompting Ozzy to pause midair. "I'm sorry. I'm really, really sorry. I'm going to leave right now just don't punch me," He begged.

"Then scram motherfcuker" As Ozzy did not want to be fired here for punching a customer, he just let the scumbag go.

"Are you okay?" Ozzy turned to face me with such concern painted in his face.

"You did not really have to do that shit," I said going straight to the lavatory. "But thank you anyway."

"That's the guy you hooked up with last week, right?" Ozzy asked as he went straight to the urinal.

"Yeah, we actually had a threesome with his boyfriend. It was fun" I confessed. A small part of me just wants to startle Ozzy, mess with his head and I'm leaving in a few hours, so I don't give a shit about what he's going to think about me. He'd already seen me with a lot of different guys here, so there's not much of a clean reputation to think of.

"Oh wow, that's some honesty right there. I guess he enjoyed it that he came back for a second round."

"Maybe"

I ended up buying a drink for Ozzy since it's actually his day off today and he came here to have sort of a me-time. This is the first time that we were actually sitting right next to each other and drinking beer together and that he's not on the other side of the counter serving drinks to me. We talked, and when I say we talked, we actually talked like we were friends and I honestly enjoyed talking to him about me as much as I enjoyed talking stuff with other guys. Partly, this is because I treat him as an actual friend and not a potential hook-up.

"So what's next after college?" Ozzy asked.

"That I don't know. I'm kind of trying to figure that out you know. I mean, I want to study Law that is for sure, but I kind of want to do something different first."

"Like what?"

"I don't know. Travel? Work for a bit. Do some soul searching. Something like that. I just want a hiatus from academics."

"Soul searching, are you lost or something?"

"Oh shit!" I cussed after quickly remembering that I have a flight to catch. "Fuck, fuck!"

"What is it?" Ozzy asked.

"I'm going to be late for my flight" I spat.

"Flight?"

"Yeah, I'm going back home. Thank you for this, Ozzy, I really enjoyed this conversation with you." I said, and then left.