Gunpowder and Hyacinths

chapter eleven

Luke's pov

It was 9pm and I was exhausted. Today I had one meeting after the other. I had a headache and felt as if my nerves were on fire but it's nothing some scotch won't heal. I got up from my chair, stretched a little and walked towards my liquor cabinet. Just as I was about to reach for a glass Rafael burst in through my office door.

"I knew I'd find you here!" He exclaimed.

"Wow, I'm in my office, what a total shocker."

"Haha, good one. Now I was thinking. It's been a while since you and me hit the club. So I was thinking-" He said but was shortly interrupted.

"No. Absolutely not!"

"Whyyy?" He whined sounding almost like a dog.

"Because I have a headache and don't feel like clubbing tonight."

"Oh and was scotch supposed to help  with that headache of yours too?" He responded.

"Yes. It actually is. Now why don't you leave me and my scotch alone and go to the club yourself. No one is stopping you."

"Well see I would but then whose gonna be there to protect me when guys start hitting on me. And I don't mean the nice guys." He said trying to convince me.

"Oh no. Hell no! We're not gonna reenact the whole New Orleans ordeal again!"

"Come on those were good times." He replied.

Ohh no they weren't. Basically what happened was Rafael attracted the wrong type of guys and couldn't get them to leave him alone. As a last resort he forced me to be his fake boyfriend and boyy did that attract the wrong type of attention. Rumours circulated all over New Orleans in a matter of hours concerning my sexuality. Apparently I was 'in the closet' about it and just dated girls to keep everyone in the dark. There was even an article about it. It took about a month to clear that up and it was the worst month of my life. That day I swore I would never let Rafael drag me into one of his messes again.

"For you they were. Anyway, you can go by yourself you're not a child."

"We're really going down this path. Okay. I see how it is. Then I'll have no choice but to pull out my trump card." He stated with new found confidence.

"Really? And what would that be?"

"This!" He said as he shoved his phone in my face.

I pushed the phone back a little and finally saw what the trump card he was talking about was. It was a video of me talking in my sleep. I was murmuring something about frek?

The realisation then dawned on me. I was not sleep talking but rather sleep singing. The beautiful song I happened to be singing was none other than FREAK by Niki Minaj.

"If you don't accompany me to the club tonight I post this on Instagram for everyone to see." He said in a threatening manner.

"You wouldn't dare."

"Oh I would. And I'd even tag you and your business colleagues." Rafael replied in a slow deep tone.

~Timeskip~

And that's how I ended up sitting in the VIP section at my club drinking scotch. Just as I was about to take another sip a remarkably gorgeous woman entered the club. Unfortunately she was not alone. But it was to be expected. A woman of that beauty was bound to be with someone. My eyes followed her as she made her way to the dance floor. She swayed her hips to the music, slowly dragging her hands over her body.

I took a sip of my scotch and continued to gaze at her. I can't help but feel as if we met before. But where? And why wouldn't I remember her? Her boyfriend was no where in sight. How nice of him to leave her alone surrounded by vultures. I mean I could be a better boyfriend than him. I could do the shit that he can never do.

I admired her one last time before I woke up to go down to the bar. I swear we've met before. But where?

Author's note:

Hey. Sorry about the really late update. To sum everything up, shit went down and I lost motivation to write. I still don't have that much motivation to write now but hey loadshedding is a great motivator and tbh I just wrote this chapter lying down on my bedroom floor cause I was bored and didn't have data. Also because I didn't want to explore my settings anymore. But hope whoever reads this enjoys.