FELIX.I resist for a moment, not really wanting to be here yet, but I’ve overstayed my welcome at the boxing arena and if I stay another night, I’m pretty sure Lemuel would sign off my membership.Which is why I don’t have any other choice than to be back here, the place I’ve been purposely avoiding for days. Not the place itself—a person.I step inside the house and instantly want to step back out when the first sight that welcomes me is that of Asher on the sofa in the living room with one hand spread over the arm of it and the other holding the TV remote, boringly switching through the channels. However, before I can take action; his head whips back as if he senses me, and for a moment there, he looks like he couldn’t be any more relieved to see me.That’s funny. I remember him looking like he wanted my head the last time we were in the same room.“Felix!” He calls my name, the excitement in his voice not hard to miss. Unfortunately for him, I don’t share the same excitement, and
FELIX.Brynn doesn’t look the least impressed or threatened by the taunting tone of my voice. Instead, she raises a brow slightly and asks, “What’s it? As long as it’s a rational request.”Knowing what she means by rational, my lips curl into a small smirk and I clear my throat before I let out the words.“Go out with me.”She looks surprised for a moment there, her other brow also shooting up, as if that’s the last thing she had expected me to demand. And it probably should be for me too. I know I shouldn’t, but I just couldn’t help myself.“What does that mean?” Brynn asks as she glares me down. Realizing there’s a double meaning to my request, I’m quick to clarify. “I don’t mean literally.” I start. “You said you owe me because you used my time, so I want you to repay me with the same thing. Or is Brynn Addam’s time too precious to be wasted on a favor?” I try to hide the acrimony that pushes to sip into the last words with sarcasm.“It is,” Brynn responds without blinking. “My tim
FELIX.I’m sure the tension in the air can be felt by every soul in the room, and I can still feel Asher’s eyes on me. Something tells me the second I meet his gaze is the moment everything turns into ruins, so I don’t.“Hi.” I breathe as Brynn reaches my desk. She doesn’t spare Asher a glance even as I feel his eyes peel from my skin, and probably staring at her now.“Tomorrow. My place.” Brynn states what she’s appeared for, the words dropping in a monotone, and I nod once. “What are we—““Brynn.” Asher interrupts me and grabs Brynn’s shoulder. “What’s going on? Why are you here? What do you mean by those words?” There’s not a breath between his questions, and I see the anger that slowly takes over Brynn’s neutral expression. She doesn’t turn as she speaks, the irritation in her voice hard to be mistaken. “Take your hand off me.”Asher doesn’t listen. Instead, he grabs her other shoulder and forces her to meet his eyes. “I know you’re mad at me, baby—““Don’t call me that.”He sighs
FELIX. There’s a grin plastered on my face, refusing to be wiped off as I run my hands through my black curls, letting half fall over my forehead while the other half is swiped back. After arranging my hair, I smooth my hand down my jacket and hum in satisfaction at the reflection that stares back at me. I can’t remember the last time I was in a suit—I don’t think I’ve even ever been in a full one—but I sure love what I look like right now and I give myself a pictorial pat in the back for not making that rebellious random move to dye my hair red because I can’t imagine red eating harder than how my black hair compliments the rest of my fit. I look fucking delicious. I always do but I look even better in this fitted well-tailored suit that I can’t help but stare longer than necessary in the mirror just to admire myself. “Someone might think it’s your wedding.” I’m distracted from my self obsession and I chuckle at Lemuel who has his head popped through the bedroom’s door with the r
FELIX.Asher appears to be playing the role of someone who challenges conventional thinking, dressed formally and sporting a self-assured smile.He looks proud of himself as he walks up to us, ignoring me to speak to the girl next to me.“Hello, darling.” I watch as he pulls her hand without permission and presses a kiss to her glove with a slight bow. “Why do you look surprised?” He chuckles when Brynn snatches her hand from him.“What are you doing here?”Asher’s entire body relaxes as he slips both hands into his pockets and arrogance drips from his entire form. “What? You didn’t think it’d be hard for me to get my name on that list, did you?”“No, I didn’t,” Brynn responds and I just watch the converse between the two of them, long forgotten by both in my stand. I sense it’s a lot more intentional on Asher’s part than Brynn’s. “I just didn’t think you’d be shameless enough to show up here.”Asher doesn’t look insulted. “Ugh, come on, baby. You didn’t think I was just going to sit
FELIX.I couldn’t get over the smile Brynn gave me that night.I don’t know what it meant to her, but it stimulated me, and that night I left her a text, repeating the same question I asked her on the balcony.It shouldn’t be thought much into. She barely got my time at the party, and that could be concluded as her debt was still left unpaid. I didn’t include that in the text though, knowing she might take it as a challenge—maybe even a threat and dismiss my text.But it’s Brynn Addams. I’m starting to think she dismissed my text anyway cause it’s been a week since that night and I still haven’t gotten a reply. She didn’t even open the message; I was left on delivered.I’m not the type to pin after a girl’s attention like this. Usually, it’s just handed over to me with zero effort on my side, yet here I am, still waiting for a certain brown-eyed girl to spare me a few seconds of her time and send me a response. Maybe that’s why I continue to be thrilled by this and just can’t get it o
FELIX.Brynn’s eyes go to the girl, who’s still on her knees with her mouth still full of my cock before she levels my gaze without saying a word.I step back, letting my cock fall from Sasha’s mouth because she doesn’t seem to be doing that despite a third-party presence."Sasha, can you leave?" I ask as I remove my eyes from Brynn and tuck my dick into my boxers. Sasha lifts her gaze, astonishment crossing her face. "What?""Can you—" I start to repeat and she scoffs, cutting me mid-sentence as she gets to her feet. "You’re such a fucking asshole, and I mean that." I watch her grab her skirt and her bag off the floor before walking away.Once she’s gone, I fix the buttons of my pants before turning to Brynn, who still hasn’t muttered another word."You’re late." Late, but seems she meant her text because she’s dressed. A long sleeve, white satin blouse with a v neck that exposes her deep collarbone, tucked into denim straight-leg jeans. She has a white skinny scarf wrapped around he
FELIX.FOUR WEEKS LATER.I think everyone has that period in their life where everything is just shitty and even the littlest thing annoys you to no end. It might last just a day for some, and weeks or even months for others. For me, it’s been going on for a whole fucking month and I’ve been the grumpiest dude on the planet.How does everyone else describe their shitty time experience?I’ll describe mine as a time when my brain keeps replaying that look on Brynn’s face the second before she stormed away from me that night, right after I tell myself I’ve gotten over her.For a guy like me, it should be pretty easy to get over that type of thing. Or so I thought.Turns out the hardest thing for me to get over is a girl I didn’t even get involved with. We barely even touched from the small time we had together, yet here I am—my senses acting like she’s the longest fling I’ve ever had.Fling.I nearly chuckle at that word. That definition is far from what I had with Brynn and she probably