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[The Closer is intended for readers with an appetite for the dark and sexy. Read at your own discretion.]
"What about that no fucking colleagues policy, huh? The one you so haughtily rubbed in my face?"...
"Here's your Caribou Lou. Knock yourself out Jazz," he muttered lowly to his friend, who seemed to be smiling a little too widely for his own good, his golden pools gleaming in mischief.
"Why don't you be a dear and go get Tris a drink as well? She's just joined us."
I brought my hands up to my side, shaking my head furiously. "No, no I'm fine. I don't plan on drinking tonight."
Hans looked at me, his steely gaze cutting into mine. It made me squirm in discomfort. On second thought, the drink didn't seem like such a bad idea. "Excuse me," I muttered, standing up and walking away to the other side of the bar. My leaving went missed by most of the gang who were already hammered, and the only two people that were even vaguely sober enough to notice were the very two I didn't want to deal with right now. Two peas in a fucking pod, I tell you.
I was a hundred percent sure that Jasper knew every dirty detail of what happened between me and Hans, considering the two were practically best buddies. The only reason Hans stopped by the office now was to visit his friend, and those rare glimpses of him were as much as I got. I still didn't understand why he'd cut our...relationship short, if I could even call it that. He wouldn't reply to my texts, my emails, my demands for an explanation. And the times we crossed each other in the office, or in public, he would give me the cold shoulder.
After weeks of obsessing over it, I decided not to give a damn anymore. It's not like we were exclusive to begin with...but that didn't stop me from reacting harshly every time I heard a rumor about Hans and his supposed 'women'. Had my speech on him being my second and liberating me scared him away? That must have been it. But why? He was the one who had wanted to know. He was the one who flashed that rare, genuine perfect smile of his when I told him.
Pissed off all over again, I asked the bartender for two raw vodka shots and downed them both in one go, ignoring the chilling spike of numbness that shot through my brain. Good, that should sustain me for any bull crap that was going to be thrown my way now. When I made my way back to the group, I slid silently into my seat. Whether or not Hans noticed was the least of my concern. Whatever excitement I had had at the idea of seeing him had given away to dread. It didn't help that Jasper was in the spotlight when I joined them, yapping on about...wait, was I hearing right?
"I did not kiss you," Hans hissed, his tone seething.
"Yes, yes you did. I distinctly remember us making out, and you enjoying it."
"I was piss-ass drunk and you made a move on me! I call that sexual assault!"
"I call that friendship," Jasper retorted, chuckling to himself and ignoring Hans' thundering which had earned a few looks from the surrounding tables.
"I stuck my tongue down your throat, sure, but you enjoyed it and wanted more. If I hadn't tucked you into bed with your willy literally between your legs, you would have made some major lifestyle changes my friend."
Jasper clapped his friend on the back, laughing loudly. Everyone else at the table joined in, enjoying the theatrics of the two (slightly gay for each other) best buds. I, on the other hand, couldn't do much more than crack a weak smile and focus on Hans who sighed and sunk lower into his seat. I would have found the sight adorable, if not for the fact that I was in the midst of deciphering what the hell his problem was.
"Never expected you to be that kind of guy, Jazz," James snorted, taking a swig out of his beer. He was at least coherent enough to make sense of what was going on whereas all the other girls just giggled at the mental image of Jasper and Hans getting it on.
"You mean, gay?" Jasper winked, leaning in closer across the table to James who turned pink.
"N-no. I meant you being a daredevil," James stuttered, jerking back hard and nearly knocking me off my seat. Hans' eyes flew to me to make sure I was okay. I noticed the dashes of concern on his face but when he saw that I was looking, he immediately turned away with a scowl.
The next five minutes proved just how much things had changed between us. He wouldn't look my way, even when I made it a point of staring at him with undivided attention to get him to at least snap at me to cut it out. When I attempted starting up a conversation with both him and Jasper, he ignored me, even with Jasper's pointed looks. The worst part was when I made the mistake of accidentally jostling my leg against his under the table while trying to straighten my skirt, he jumped back like the very idea of the slightest bit of contact with me was vile.
It was unbearable.
Jasper caught the hurt that crossed my face and nudged Hans with his elbow. I didn't miss their telepathic exchange this time either, but I wasn't going to stick around to witness the aftermath. Collecting my things, I got up and left without a word, all the while trying to stifle the tears that threatened to spill from my eyes. No amount of vodka would cure the gaping pain that spread through my chest. I needed to go home.
Taking a deep breath, I took out my phone and speed dialed 2, squeezing my way past people as I hurried toward the exit.
He picked up after one ring.
"Tris, what's up?"
"Can you come pick me up?"
I could hear Tim shuffle to his feet hurriedly at the sound of my voice breaking over the line.
I heard a laptop being shut and files being rearranged in the background as he asked, worriedly, "Where are you?" The buzz of music and life behind me answered his question as Tim recognized the place without me having to say it out loud.
"I'll be right there."
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The Suits fan among my readers just might recognize the song for this chapter. *wink* Song: Sunset by The XX (Mick Benjamin's Edit)
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I was wondering if I should start a one-shot series that is mostly based off reader requests (like Reader x Crush type). It would be a fun side project and definitely keep my creativity flowing.
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The added bonus is that I could write out situations/scenes you guys would like to read. Fluff, dashes of smut or just the good old school crush. Anything, really. The more diverse, the better practice for me. ;)
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