1- Vaughn

Vaughn

Life can be so….exhausting. Putting on fake smiles and keeping your real feelings bottled up can be the hardest thing to do. Trying to please people when I'm not pleased, myself. I'm not happy, I'm fucking sad and depressed.

It's so tiring trying to be the golden boy of the family. Everyone thinks I'm the perfect kid. Vaughn Saint-McCarthy, the easygoing son of the Saint-McCarthy family. But everything is just a facade. None of this shit is real. I'm not a saint. I have desires. Desires that I can't even talk to anyone about.

I will be frowned upon if I show the real me. This is not me and I'm fed up with not being me. I just won an award today for the best law student in my law firm, and I'm supposed to be happy, but I'm not.

My fellow lawyers are all celebrating in a downtown bar and here I am in this bar, alone. And wallowing myself in drinks. I'll prefer to drink alone and drag my drunk ass back home.

I fill up my cup with whiskey, and when I take a gulp, I feel my chest burn. I don't drink. I hardly drink and I'm very lightweight. But today, I just feel the need to do so. I need to feel more free and clear my head. A lot of problems are surrounding me these days and I'm so tired of pretending. I will lose it if this keeps going on. I will.

I empty my drink and just when I'm about to fill up my cup again, I hear footsteps and someone comes to sit beside me. A male bergamot smell envelopes my senses and my body jolts back to life. I hate this. This part of me. The part that I try to keep hidden.

I know it's a man, a tall man specifically and I don't even bother to look at him. I'm getting drunk and I don't want to slip off and do something stupid.

“A bottle of bourbon, please.” The person speaks in a deep velvety voice and I gulp nervously. I like men. Yes, that's my biggest secret. I've never been straight and no one knows about it.

I don't easily get turned on by men, but the man sitting beside me is messing with my senses. Why? I've not even seen his face yet, but his voice and smell are already arousing me.

You're fucked, Vaughn. You are fucked.

“Thank you.” He says to the bar attendant and from the way he speaks, I feel chills go down my spine. I need to get out of here. I gulp down my remaining drink, quickly reaching into my pockets to get some money for payment. Just when I place my hand on the counter to pay, someone taps me.

“Do you come here more often? I've never seen you around.” Fuck Me!! His voice. I can feel my dick straining in my pants. I need to get out of here.

“No,” I reply in a strained voice. I hardly visit a bar because I have a reputation to uphold.

“Oh, I see—” He draws out casually and I finally take a peek at him. He's drinking from his glass as I glance at the side of his face. He has sharp features, and dark hair and this dangerous Aura surrounds him. Something about him screams trouble.

“What about you? Do you come here often?” He smiles, slowly shaking his head.

“I do come here a lot.”

“And alone?” This is a more quiet bar. Mainly for relaxing your nerves and discussing businesses. And from all the people present, I'm very sure that we are the only ones that walked in alone.

“Yeah. You also came alone. That makes the two of us.”

“Yeah, I guess.” I draw out, fighting within myself to stand up and walk the fuck away.

“Shall I?” He raises his bottle of bourbon which he offers to pour on my cup and for the first time, I see his face. At that moment, it was like my breath had been knocked out of me.

He's handsome. The bad type of handsome. There is a sinister grin at the corner of his lips and his onyx-black eyes blend in with the darkness that seems to be radiating around him. He has a scar that makes him look like the devil himself. A good-looking one.

My mouth goes dry at that moment and I force myself to nod. He smiles at me and then fills up my cup. I gulp down the first, the second, and third and he keeps on filling my glass till I get drunk. I swear I only saw him fill his glass up once.

My head is banging and I feel so dizzy. I can't think straight or even move properly due to how drunk I am. I keep uttering gibberish as I throw some dollar notes on the counter. “K…keep the change.” I sluggishly wave at the bar attendant, dragging my chair back noisily.

I stagger the moment I stand and I think I'm going to fall, but I don't. A pair of strong arms wraps around me and I smile, slowly placing my head on his chest. He's taller than me. My head stops just before his shoulder and I'm 6’0.

“You s…smell so good.” I slur, inhaling his smell. I'm not aware of my surroundings, but I'm aware of the hot man holding me as he wraps his arms around my waist.

“I know.” Cocky jerk.

“It's so sad that I can't have you.” I sigh. If I could, I would have definitely chased him. But it will be a shame if they find out that I'm gay.

“Who says you can't?” He chuckles.

“Do you know who I am? I'm Vaughn Saint-McCarthy. The only son of Reynolds. His golden boy. People will Judge me once they find out that I'm–” I blurp, and I feel something rush up my throat. I'm going to vomit. Fuck. Coming here was a bad idea.

“You're what?”

“G….a…” I begin, but I choke on my vomit. I place my hand over my mouth and I look towards the door. I will never be able to make it outside, so I do the most unthinkable thing, I vomit on the handsome stranger.