Chapitre Deux

Nazaire P.O.V

Watching from the balcony on the second floor of the club, I can't help the smile that forms on my face.

Multicolored flashing strobes light up the darkness, customers, new and old can be seen grinding against bodies and bodies, cups were being overflowed with alcoholic beverages, The music played over the dance floor as if it had fused with the bodies. Sinful nights was packed to the brim like most nights.

After watching for a while, I turned away, making my way back to the quiet corner, where a booth was set up. My fiancé and I were supposed to be interviewing a young lady, fresh out of college, for the open position of secretary of our accounting floor.

The only reason we're doing it at a club is to see how she would react under stress and distractions, since if she were to get the job, she will be encountering a lot of people that will drive her over the edge.

Looking down at my watch, I notice my fiancé would be here any moment now, Sebastiano De Luca and I have known each other since toddlers. We have been each other's rocks, helping each other overcome dark moments in our lives.

He was there for me when my parents kicked me out at the age of 16 for being gay, him and his family were glad to take me in and care for me.

I was there for him when he found out his parents weren't his real parents and that his sperm giver had murdered his biological mother cause he thought she was cheating on him.

He was there for me when I tried to kill myself at the age of 17 because I couldn't take anymore of the torment and torture, I had been receiving from my classmates for coming out but I choose to keep it from Sebastiano and endure it, not wanting him to get involved and to scared and weak to make it stop. But after another day of being used as a punching bag, I realized I couldn't take it anymore and fled home, to my bathroom, where I slit my wrists. Sebastiano had come home early and found me before I could bleed out. When I came to, I had no choice but to tell him the full story. He made sure to make sure whoever had touched me paid for it.

I was there for him when he went into an alcoholic rampage, he had blamed himself for me off-ing myself, said that he should have known what was happening to me, that he should've paid more attention to me, I have never seen him so broken before. Of course I didn't blame him and I made sure he knew that after that night, it was mine for not asking for help, and for letting their words get to me.

But I should have known he wouldn't believe me because the moment I had fallen asleep in his arms, his stubborn self proceeded to get behind the wheel, and drive around to clear his mind.

Which resulted to him crashing his car into another one, thankfully him and the other driver were alright. But that night changed him, he decided to listen to me and get help.

It wasn't until the end of our senior year of high school did he confess his feelings for me, he had me pinned down to my mattress and his exact words were

"Your mine, Bambino, I'm tired of seeing that cazzo ragazzo, if I ever see another pair of hands that aren't mine on your body again, I will kill them and have you watch, Capire."

I knew he wasn't asking, but even if he was, I would've agreed anyway. Ever since I came out, I knew with all my heart, I loved him, and my love for him only grew as the years went on but I never told him, in fear of rejection. I was so ecstatic when I found out he felt the same way.

9 years later, we're still as crazy for each other, we own our own businesses and are about to get married. I couldn't ask for anything more.

"What's on your mind amore mio?" I'm snapped out of my thoughts when I feel hands wrap around my neck from behind me, my head is tilted back and I'm met with the dark blue eyes of my fiancé.

"You're late" I reply with an eye roll knowing it will get on his nerves, and I'm right.

I watch as his eyes darken and his hold on me tightens

"Behave" he growls softly while glancing down at my lips.

Feeling hot and bothered, I can't help the next words that leave my mouth "or what"

Smirking, Sebastiano slams his lips against mine, causing me to gasp, but before he can slip his tongue into my mouth, I hear someone clear their throat from behind us.

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