VICTOR's POV
I knew something would go wrong the minute I stepped out of my hotel room. Nelson was being annoying whole afternoon, and after an agonizing talk with my father, who decided to call me right before I was supposed to leave for the meet-up, I got stuck in the elevator for fifteen minutes. The whole day so far was just screaming shit, and I had no idea why I was so surprised the evening was no exception.
After the scene I witnessed the day before, I was tense and my nerves were on edge. I was glad Allison was with me at that time. If it wasn't for her powerful grip on my arm, I would've caused a scene, and that was the last thing I needed at the moment. I didn't need Ollie to hate me even more, which was what would most definitely happen, as all I could think about at that time was to fucking beat up the fucker who was kissing him.
Shaking my head to rid my mind of the useless thoughts, I turned left, recognizing the street as the one where the Coffee shop was. It didn't take me long to get close enough to make out two silhouettes standing in front of it, making my already bad day worse. If it was his fucking boyfriend, I wouldn't be able to suppress my anger anymore. There was no Allison this time, and bringing his lover to the meeting where he was supposed to meet his ex was just asking for trouble. I really hoped Oliver wasn't this stupid. He's always been the clever one, so doing something like this wouldn't make sense.
Taking few deep breaths to calm down, I continued my way towards them, my face growing cold when I recognized the second figure. Memories of five years ago came flooding in my mind, making me feel as cold as never before. Seeing his boyfriend seemed like the better option all of a sudden.
"What the hell is he doing here, Oliver?" I asked, my tone being harsher than I intended it to be.
I was not a fan of his brother. We were civil with each other when I was still with Oli, but our relationship never went further than a casual greetings and forced smiles. That's why he was in heaven when he got to move all of Ollie's things from my apartment all those years ago. The fucker was enjoying every second of it, and my pissed off expression was making it even better for him.
"What? You expected me to just follow your every command like a lost little puppy? You never said I had to come alone. And I would be damned before meeting with you without a backup. We are not friends, Victor. You threatened me and forced me to meet with you. You should've expected I won't make it easy for you. I'm not the same person I was five years ago. If it would be up to me, we would never see each other again," he finished, his eyes glinting with undisguised hatred.
It hurt to see him look at me like this, as if I was an annoying cockroach running in his kitchen. But I deserved it; I knew that, so I had to endure it for now.
"Whatever, let's go. The bar is close by," I grumbled, not even looking at his brother, starting my way towards our destination.
It took us around ten minutes to get there, and by that time, the big bro was fuming with anger. I could feel the waves of his hatred towards me going off of him in regular intervals.
"We're here. There is a sitting area at the back, so go over there. I'll order us some soft drinks. I don't think it's a good idea to drink right now. For any of us," I said, surprising myself. I would give anything for a glass of good scotch, a bottle of beer would do if nothing else, but drinking in this situation would be a disaster. There would be enough time to drink after this tragic meeting ended.
"What gives you the right to-," Kyle started, but Oliver took him by his arm and led him to the back of the bar without a word.
Coming over to the bar counter, I order three glasses of coke and paid right away in case our discussion would take a turn for the worse. A sudden feeling of absolute doom overcame me, and I knew there was no way I could have a serious and honest discussion with Oliver. Not when his brother was sitting right next to us.
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"So," Oliver started when I placed the drinks in front of them and sat down. He looked weirdly calm, and it made me nervous, for some reason.
"What was so important you wanted to talk about? I mean, it had to be important, when you threatened me, right?" he asked, the annoyance from the situation visible on his face. I was starting to think this all was a bad idea; a really fucking bad idea. But it was already too late to take it back, so I should make use of it as well as possible.
"It's quite personal, and I can't talk about it in front of your brother," I started, looking from one to the other, wondering how I should persuade him to send Kyle away for at least fifteen minutes.
"Bullshit. There's nothing you can say to make me leave, you bastard. You're Oliver's worst nightmare, and I won't let him go through the same shit he had to five years ago," Kyle growled, his nostrils flaring angrily. He looked ridiculous like that, and I had to try my best to stop the laugher bubbling in my mouth.
"It's true I want to talk about past, but if he is as happy and satisfied with his current life as he told Nelson, there's no need to be scared of him feeling down about it. He might still be angry, but anger is different from hurt, right?" Asking that, I looked at Oliver, expecting an answer from him. There was no way I was going to talk with his brother instead of him.
"You just don't get it, do you? Just seeing you brings allof the bad memories back! All you do is ruin people's lives, and he doesn't need a bastard like you in his life. Just seeing you is bad enough. The fact you had the balls to force him to talk to you is just too much, as if your past mistakes weren't enough. There's only one good thing you-," Oliver suddenly smashed his hands down on the table, making Kyle stop.
"Shut up. Leave us alone for a minute. I shouldn't have taken you with me. All you do is run your mouth without thinking!" he seethed, gritting his teeth angrily.
His reaction made me confused as never, but I let it go for the time being. The important thing was he asked his brother to leave, and that's what I wanted. I could think about Kyle's words after our conversation was over.
Kyle looked at Ollie with wide eyes, his expression changing from angry one to one of deep regrets.
"Sorry. I'm just so angry that," he paused when Oliver shook his head, lifting his hand and directing it towards the exit.
"Go cool your head off. There are enough people around, so he won't be able to stop me from leaving if I get fed up with this conversation. It won't take long anyway," he said, waiting until his brother stood up and left, mumbling incoherent words under his breath.
Oliver turned to me, his face void of any emotions.
"We are alone, just like you wanted. So, what did you want to talk about?" he took a sip of his drink, never looking away from me. He was intimidating like this, and I couldn't help but feel a tiny bit of excitement. He's always been confident and extremely bold when it came to me, and I loved it about him. I was glad it didn't change over the years, and after what I've done to him.
"Okay. Look, I didn't really want to talk about this with you. It's stupid, and I don't see how it could change anything. But someone close to me told me I needed to tell you, for both of our sakes, so here I am. I'm sorry I threatened you; I know it was low, but you would never meet with me otherwise, so I did what I had to do."
He sighed, shaking his head.
"I don't care for your reasons. Just get it over with, Victor. I want to go home as soon as possible. Josh is waiting for me, and I don't want to worry him more than necessary. Every minute with you here is one more minute of stress for him, and you're not worth the stress."
Ouch.
That one was cruel.
But I guess I deserved it.
Smiling sadly, I grabbed the bottle of the coke, turning it around in my hands.
"It won't take long. I'll just say what I have to say and leave," I paused, thinking about how I should even start. It seemed crazily simple when I thought about it, but sitting here, thinking about my reasoning back then, I couldn't come up with a way to make it sound less stupid.
"Don't drag it out. Just say it already, whatever it is."
Oliver's annoyed expression turned to an angry one, his impatience visible in his tense posture and shaking leg under the table. It was clear he couldn't wait until he could leave, and although I would like to have more time with him to talk it out, I didn't want to fuck up more than I already did. I could come to see him whenever I wanted to now, when I knew where he worked, and I was sure he would need some time to process what I was about to tell him.
"Fine." I took a deep breath, looking straight into his beautiful eyes.
"I'm here to tell you why I cheated on you all those years ago."
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I was listening to these two songs today on my way to work, and the plot of the second book just came to my mind. And I love it! I literally can't wait to write it! I wanted to give you the names of the songs, but I'm not sure if they're not too revealing (though, personally, both of the songs are an opposite of each other, in a way, so it shouldn't reveal too much - but I'm not sure), so I decided not to, for now. If some of you want to know the songs, write it down in the comments - but I warned you, it could possibly spoil the story for you!
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