Chapter One-hundred Seventy-Two: Crossed Lines

Chapter 172

Crossed Lines

That evening, Celeste had Bastien and Tristan sit together in their living room. Celeste wore a blank Saraya tank top and a jean skirt. Bastien wore a beige knitted sweater over a white pressed shirt, green pants, and brown loafers. Tristan wore a navy blue Italian-cut three-piece suit, a white pressed shirt, a blue tie, and black wingtip Oxfords.

Celeste: “Take off your shoes.”

She ordered. Tristan cleared his throat and began untying his shoes. He slid them off his feet, revealing his sheer black socks. Bastien took off his loafers, revealing his light brown socks. Celeste smirked and pulled off their socks. Bastien cupped his mouth to stifle his giggles. Tristan snickered. The two brothers fanned their toes out.

Celeste: “My, what big feet you two have!”

She teased. Bastien reddened. Tristan chuckled.

Celeste: “Especially you, Bastien.”

She poked his sole. Bastien gasped and giggled.

Bastien: “Ahahahahaha oh my!”

He flushed red.

She smirked and fluttered her nails over their soles. Both of the brothers erupted in laughter.

Tristan: “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

Bastien: “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!! HEHEHEHEEEHEHEHEHE! Oh my!”

The two men laughed loudly and squirmed. Celeste grinned and wiggled her fingers over their soles.

Tristan: “AIIIIIYEEEEEEE!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!! WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!”

Bastien: “WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! OH MY! WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”

The two men laughed hard, and tears welled in Tristan’s green eyes.

Celeste rolled on her back and resumed tickling the two men, enjoying it as much as they were.

Tristan: “WAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! OH GEHEHEEEHEHEEHEZ!! OHOHOHOH GOHOHOHOHOHOD!! WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”

He laughed hard and heaved in between laughter.

Bastien: “WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA! AHAHAHAHAHAAHA!!”

He threw his head back and laughed hard.

Celeste grimaced and stopped tickling them. Tristan clasped his hand over his chest and panted. He removed his glasses and heaved. Bastien drew a long breath. Celeste pouted and folded her arms over her chest.

Tristan: “What is it, Celeste?”

He drew a long breath as he cleaned his glasses.

Celeste: “Bastien’s feet kind of stink!”

She scrunched her nose. Bastien put his hand over his mouth and reddened.

Celeste: “Kind of like your dad’s!”

She huffed.

Bastien: “Oh my, I’m so sorry about that!”

He gasped.

Celeste: “Tristan’s feet never stink.”

She nodded. Tristan laughed a bit.

Bastien: “Yes, neither did Mother’s, and Narcisse’s don’t either.”

He laughed awkwardly. Tristan froze.

Bastien: “My apologies, Celeste.”

He blushed. Tristan looked away and knit his eyebrows.

~

Jordi was in his living room smoking and watching TV with his grandfather. Jordi wore a white shirt unbuttoned, exposing his bare chest and stomach, jeans, and was barefoot. He and Abraham were watching For The Right Price. Jordi’s cell phone rang. He rose from his couch to pick up the phone.

Abraham: “Quién carajo te está llamando ahora?!”

He huffed.

Jordi: “Todavía no sé.”

He left the living room and pressed “talk.”

Jordi: “Hello?”

Celeste: “Jordi? Are you free?”

Jordi blinked.

Jordi: “Yeah, I have nothing to do now and have a week’s paid vacation.”

He replied.

Celeste: “Wanna take me to a nightclub?”

Jordi paused, surprised by her request.

Jordi: “Sure… Let me get ready, and I will pick you up in half an hour.”

He then hung up the phone and went into his bedroom to get ready.

~

About a half hour later, Jordi pulled up to Celeste and Jaxon’s house. She stood outside their house. Celeste wore a black leather jacket, a black bustier with corset details, a red mini skirt, black fishnet stockings, and black ankle strap boots. He wore a two-piece white suit with a double-breasted jacket and wide lapels, a hot pink button-down shirt opened relatively low to reveal his gold chain, dark brown loafers, and round gold-framed sunglasses with a purple tint over his eyes. Celeste climbed into the passenger’s side. Jordi shifted gears and drove down the road.

~

They arrived at “Fate”, which was a nightclub located in downtown Pink Top City.

The name “Fate” was displayed prominently above the doorway in bright, glowing pink neon signs with “21+” in electric blue. The club’s facade had a grandiose, classical look, featuring large white Roman statues flanking the entrance. The bright neon light cast strong pink and purple reflections, especially on the black limousine parked in the front. There were several people near the entrance and under the awning.

Jordi turned into the parking lot and parked his car at the back. He shut off his car, and he and Celeste climbed out.

The two were stopped by a burly black man wearing a white shirt, red vest, black pants, and a bowtie, asking for their ID. Jordi cleared his throat, withdrew his wallet, and presented his driver’s license. Celeste fished into her purse, got out her cat wallet, and showed him her driver’s license. He nodded and let the two in.

They entered the club. It was furnished with several plush chairs and barstools upholstered in shades of pink. The chairs in the main seating area were a lighter, powder pink, featuring high, rounded backs and a deco-inspired style. The barstools were a deeper, velvet pink, set on shiny gold bases with footrests.

The long bar stretched across the right side. Above it, there was a rack for hanging glassware, also reflecting the overhead lighting. Behind the bar, a long, dark curtain was illuminated from the top.

There was a raised platform at the back, which served as a stage where a band was performing. This platform was framed by classical columns and statues (similar to those seen outside the club), contrasting sharply with the modern, electric pink neon lighting that lined the edges of the room and the stage. Deep red velvet curtains hung behind the stage, maintaining a sense of exaggerated glamour and decadence. People dancing filled the dance floor.

Jordi and Celeste went up to the bar. The bartender was a white middle-aged man wearing a white pressed shirt with puffy sleeves, a black bowtie, a brocade-patterned red vest, and black pants. Jordi leaned over.

Jordi: “Could I get a Tom Collins?”

He asked him and turned to Celeste.

Jordi: “And what would you like?”

He smiled.

Celeste: “Root beer float with lots of pralines!”

She cheered.

Jordi: “What the lady wants.”

He nodded and withdrew his wallet, handing the bartender several bills.

The bartender handed them their drinks. Celeste’s violet eyes dazzled at the number of pralines and cherries. She took them out of her float and began popping them into her mouth. Jordi smiled at her. He took a cigarette out and offered her one. She shook her head. He nodded and lit up a cigarette, inhaling a long drag.

Jordi: “Having fun?”

He asked her and sipped his drink. Celeste shrugged.

Celeste: “I just wanted to be with you.”

Jordi paused and then smiled.

Jordi: “Thank you. I like being with you, as well.”

He said earnestly and inhaled a long drag.

Celeste: “Do you like it when I tickle you?”

She asked as she munched on her pralines. Jordi laughed.

Jordi: “Yeah, I do, actually! It’s relaxing, until I start laughing so hard that it hurts.”

He smiled tightly.

Celeste: “You’re very handsome, Jordi… and nice.”

Jordi reddened.

Jordi: “Aw, thank you, and you’re very beautiful.”

He turned a shade redder.

Suddenly, he felt Celeste lean on his shoulder. Goosebumps popped all over his skin, and his heart hammered in his chest. Jordi swallowed hard and inhaled sharply.

Jordi: “Hehehehehehe, what is all this?”

He looked down and reddened.

Jordi: “Celeste, I don’t mean to sound rude, but are you and Jaxon done?”

He asked her. She froze.

Celeste: “Why do you ask?”

Jordi cleared his throat.

Jordi: “Well, you wanted to come to a nightclub with me, you’re all over me, and I wondered if you were done with him.”

She looked away.

Jordi: “Talk to me.”

He smiled down at her.

Celeste: “All he wants to do is mope about some girl who got turned into a monster.”

Jordi nodded.

Jordi: “Is this about Seashell Cove?”

He asked her. She nodded.

Jordi: “What happened there, Celeste? I ask Tristan, and he’s vague about it, and Jaxon doesn’t want to talk about it either.”

Celeste took a deep breath.

Celeste: “Soooo…, Chelsea Wentworth was a good friend of Tristan’s, and Ivy thought she wanted to jump Tristan’s bones. Maybe she did at some point, but that died when she met Jaxon. She really crushed on him, and Jaxon spent a lot of time with Chelsea. He was saving her from her abusive boyfriend, Josh, Josh’s tree lamoris, and other crap. Jaxon let her lean on him and kiss him.”

She knit her eyebrows. Jordi nodded.

Celeste: “Trevor also teleported Ivy there so she could put sleeping powder in my sweet tea, but whatever. Anyway, Ichiro follows us there, and he was in a relationship with Robin… I guess? Whatever, he was there. Chelsea was going to leave Josh and Seashell Cove, I think, to pursue a relationship with Jaxon or whatever. Well, that didn’t happen because Ichiro kidnapped me to fondle me and kidnapped Chelsea. We were held at that old sanctuary. Ichiro plunges a needle into Chelsea, and she gets turned into a richonoid or a monster. Jaxon has to kill her, so he thinks it’s his fault, and he’s depressed about this shit.”

She explained. Jordi cupped his mouth.

Jordi: “Ichiro turned this young lady into a richonoid…”

He said as his voice trailed off.

Celeste: “He turned other people into richonoids. This never affected Jaxon until Chelsea.”

She looked away. Jordi nodded and pursed his lips.

Celeste: “Tristan says it’s because he and I had powers for decades, and Jaxon is new to this. It’s bullshit. Deimos got his powers a few years before I met him, and he doesn’t give a crap about Chelsea or richonoids.”

She folded her arms over her chest.

Jordi: “He has other things that upset him.”

Celeste: “Yeah, he can’t save Tristan, so he gets angry with him.”

Jordi nodded, knowing this about Deimos.

Jordi: “I think this thing Jaxon is dealing with is about his inner turmoil, and he has to make peace with the fact that he couldn’t save Chelsea. If he didn’t go to Seashell Cove, Ichiro was going to do this to someone else. Sometimes you can’t save everyone, and Jaxon has to get over it on his terms.”

He explained.

Celeste: “Fabien doesn’t do this shit. He had bad shit happen to him, and he’s lots of fun.”

She raised her hands. Jordi gaped at her.

Jordi: “Fabien…?”

He shifted his eyes.

Jordi: “The thing Fabien is doing is the other extreme; he’s burying himself in mocking some idiot so he doesn’t have to deal with whatever is bothering him.”

He huffed.

Celeste: “Why do you let Blair bother you?”

She asked him. Jordi’s eyelids dipped, and he took a drink.

Jordi: “Because he’s giving me a hard time about something I couldn’t control and a time of my life I would rather forget.”

He said with pain in his eyes.

Jordi: “I was hungry, and my grandfather doesn’t give a fuck about anyone but his own selfish self, so I was begging. Mr. and Mrs. Donati are both kind people and helped me, and Blair holds this against me.”

He said with anger.

Jordi: “Fabien is taking delight in mocking Blair, but I don’t think Blair deserves that spotlight… and I tried to be Fabien’s friend, but… I couldn’t.”

He said with pain.

Jordi: “He wants to mock Blair, and I don’t want to discuss him. He’s a thorn in my flesh.”

He looked away with anger.

Celeste: “Well, you’re sexy, hot, kind, and talented, and Blair is a loser who cries in his racecar bed.”

She nodded. Jordi glanced at her and reddened. He chuckled a bit.

Jordi: “He still sleeps in that?”

He laughed. Celeste laughed with him.

Celeste: “Of course, he does.”

Jordi: “Yeah, he did when I asked the Donatis for food. I thought most people got rid of those beds when they were preteens.”

He chuckled.

Celeste: “Did you have a racecar bed?”

She asked him. Jordi laughed bitterly.

Jordi: “No, I didn’t. I shared a bed with my mother.”

He said with strain.

Celeste: “Why?”

Jordi paused and sighed.

Jordi: “No extra bedrooms, no money for a bed for me, and other factors.”

Celeste: “Where is your mother?”

Jordi bowed his head.

Jordi: “She died when I was eight.”

He said tersely.

Celeste: “I’m sorry.”

Jordi flashed her a smile.

Jordi: “Thanks, but… I wasn’t close with her. She wasn’t there, even when she was. She didn’t abuse me, but… she wasn’t a mother to me.”

He said as he drained his drink.

~

Jaxon was at Deimos’ house watching horror movies with him in his studio. Jaxon wore a black button-down shirt, dark gray jeans, and black sheer socks. Deimos wore a Cryptic Slaughter tank top, torn jeans, and black socks. Jaxon flicked his gaze to Deimos and then to the TV.

Jaxon: “What do you think?”

Deimos: “I love this movie. I love the thrills it delivers.”

He replied.

Jaxon: “I meant about that paper Trevor found in Tristan’s weirdo uncle’s mansion.”

He gazed at him. Deimos shrugged.

Deimos: “I think Tristan’s brother is the product of that, and this is why Narcisse kept him locked in that tower.”

He folded his arms over. Jaxon stared down at his lap.

Jaxon: “Do you ever… get annoyed with saving me?”

He asked him as he locked his gaze on him. Deimos turned to him.

Deimos: “No, not at all.”

Jaxon smiled a bit.

Jaxon: “That’s good…”

Jaxon: “So…, what are your thoughts on Tristan keeping stuff from you?”

Deimos froze and looked away.

Deimos: “What exactly are you speaking of? He keeps many things from me.”

He huffed.

Jaxon: “Well, uh, Celeste said he had those powers we have had for decades, as she did for one.”

Deimos looked away.

Deimos: “He claims it’s because of his trauma… but I don’t know anymore. I just want to be someone who can save and protect him, but… I don’t know if I can because he has these super strong ethereal prowesses, so what am I good for?”

He said with hurt.

Jaxon: “Well, you saved me.”

He tilted his head.

Deimos: “Yeah, I do, and I don’t mind, Jaxon.”

He smiled a bit. Jaxon returned the smile and inched closer to him.

Jaxon: “Is there another reason you always bring me over to watch horror movies with me?”

He teased. Deimos gaped at him.

Deimos: “I thought you liked them.”

Jaxon chuckled.

Jaxon: “I do, but I thought you liked the jump scares when I would cling to you.”

He stuck his tongue out. Deimos grumbled and blushed.

There was a jump scare in the movie, and Jaxon clung to Deimos. Deimos reddened all over and felt the heat rise to his face. Deimos swallowed hard.

Deimos: “Jaxon…?”

He glanced down at him. Jaxon looked up at him.

Jaxon: “Yeah?”

Deimos: “I don’t know…”

He shifted his eyes. Jaxon’s fingertips trailed down his arms.

Jaxon: “What don’t you know?”

He whispered.

Deimos: “This. Why is all of this happening?”

He shut his eyes tightly as his head spun.

Deimos swiftly grabbed Jaxon’s wrists, and he pinned him down on the couch. Jaxon gazed up at him, panting. His heart thundered in his chest. Deimos stared down at him. Jaxon lifted his head and kissed his cheek. Deimos flushed red and felt his jeans tighten.

Deimos: “J-Jaxon…?”

He gulped.

Jaxon: “I haven’t kept stuff from you…”

He knit his eyebrows.

Deimos: “N-No, you haven’t…”

He stammered.

Deimos: “I-I don’t know what to do…”

He whispered.

Jaxon: “Your body knows.”

He whispered back.

Deimos: “Stop this.”

He said beseechingly.

Jaxon: “Deimos?”

Deimos: “Yeah?”

Jaxon: “I always appreciated you.”

He confessed and raised his head to kiss him.

Deimos felt waves crash through his head as Jaxon kissed him. He felt a mixture of desire, confusion, guilt, and hurt. He released Jaxon’s wrists and opened his mouth to his, allowing him in. Deimos tasted him and wrestled his tongue with his. He caressed Jaxon’s hair, scooped him up, and they deeply kissed as he carried him to his bedroom.

He lay Jaxon on his bed and gazed into his almond brown eyes. Deimos and Jaxon’s fingers intertwined.

Deimos: “Jaxon…?”

He whispered.

Jaxon: “Hmm?”

He smiled up at him.

Deimos: “Is this right?”

He asked him. Jaxon paused.

Jaxon: “Does it matter? Celeste and Tristan are only out for themselves, and here I am for you.”

He said with hurt in his tone. Deimos knit his eyebrows and kissed Jaxon’s hand.

Deimos: “You are…”

He cupped the nape of his neck and kissed him. Jaxon wrapped his arms around Deimos and felt loved and protected.

~

Jordi’s car pulled up in front of Celeste and Jaxon’s house.

Celeste: “Thanks for taking me out, Jords. I had fun!”

She chirped. Jordi smiled.

Jordi: “So did I.”

She stepped out of the car and closed the door.

Celeste: “Night, Jordi!”

Jordi smiled and nodded.

Jordi: “Night!”

He shifted into first gear and drove down the road.

Fabien stepped out of his house wearing his Rat Fink tank top and jean cut-offs.

Fabien: “So, uh, what were you doing with Jordi?”

He asked her. Celeste ran to Fabien.

Celeste: “I had him take me to a nightclub!”

Fabien shifted his eyes.

Fabien: “Why? You could have asked me.”

He laughed nervously.

Celeste: “I thought you were working.”

She drawled.

Fabien: “Well, uh, what happened?”

Celeste: “Nothing happened. I said ‘bareback’ to him and he got embarrassed.”

Fabien looked away.

Fabien: “Oh, so you want to fuck him.”

He murmured with a hint of hurt in his tone. Celeste’s eyes widened.

Celeste: “I wanted ribs!”

She pouted. Fabien turned to her and laughed. He breathed a sigh of relief.

Fabien: “Right, babyback ribs! I knew that anyway! I was teasing!”

Celeste: “Where’s Jaxon?”

She asked him.

Fabien: “Uh, I dunno. I was working.”

He shrugged.

Celeste: “Why did you wanna take me to a club if you were working?”

She asked him. Fabien blushed.

Fabien: “Oh, I was teasing you.”

He said tersely.

~

Tristan was out on his backyard patio by the fire, reading and smoking. He heard footsteps behind him and raised his head to see Jordi. Jordi smiled and waved.

Tristan: “Jordi, what a pleasant surprise.”

Jordi sat by him.

Jordi: “I dropped Celeste off at her house. Jaxon wasn’t there.”

Tristan nodded.

Jordi: “She wanted me to take her to a nightclub.”

He began. Tristan glanced at him and raised an eyebrow.

Tristan: “Did she now?”

Jordi nodded.

Jordi: “I wondered if she was done with Jaxon. She avoided the question, so I asked about Seashell Cove.”

He heaved a deep sigh. Tristan twisted his mouth.

Tristan: “I see.”

Jordi: “Did Jaxon have feelings for Chelsea?”

Tristan cupped his mouth.

Tristan: “He has a promiscuous history, so one cannot blame Celeste for thinking he would return to that. While I don’t let someone’s history define them, they were awfully close.”

He stated.

Tristan: “But I attribute that to Chelsea remaining in an abusive relationship with Josh, and Jaxon seemed like a ray of hope.”

He cleared his throat.

Tristan: “That trip could be summed up as one bad thing leading to another.”

He drew a long breath.

Jordi: “And Jaxon cannot get over it.”

Tristan shook his head.

Tristan: “No, he’s taking it really hard.”

He said in a plaintive tone.

Jordi: “How did you overcome it?”

Tristan laughed bitterly.

Tristan: “Who says I did? Celeste?”

He laughed.

Tristan: “I just… manage it. I deal with it. I live with it. It’s not my fault what happened. Ichiro is a petty bastard who wants Jaxon and me to pay for ‘crossing’ him. I contested Chiyo Tachibana’s will because Ichiro forged it, and Ichiro is angry I figured him out. This is all this is. I told him I would renege on that, but that’s not good enough for him.”

He said as his voice trailed off.

Jordi: “You have other things bothering you that outweigh what transpired in Seashell Cove.”

He declared. Tristan swung his gaze to him.

Tristan: “...Precisely.”

He whispered.

Tristan: “Traveling to Clerteaux… took a toll on me… I never wanted to see Narcisse again.”

He shut his eyes tightly.

Tristan: “And I find out he has kept my brother from Papa and me for years.”

He said with strain.

Tristan: “And Deimos is angry with me for something else due to his insecurities. If I don’t disclose every waking detail of my life to him, an argument is bound to start.”

He said with bitter anger.

Tristan: “Thank goodness Ashley’s powers are not powerful or Lazaros would be having the same tantrum with them repeatedly. Yes, I realize he throws tantrums of another color to them, but Ashley just takes it and does what he wants, and this is what Deimos wants: a doormat to worship him.”

He fielded scathingly.

Jordi gazed at him for a moment.

Jordi: “Why the sudden anger toward Deimos when he always did this?”

Tristan inhaled sharply.

Tristan: “Did you ever have a hunch something is happening and you know you’re not going to like it?”

He asked him. Jordi bowed his head.

Jordi: “Yeah.”

Tristan: “That’s what this is. I’m drowning in a myriad of problems, and where the fuck is Deimos?”

He asked through clenched teeth.

Jordi: “...I don’t know, Tristan. I pointed this out to you earlier, and you started attacking me, but… he always did this.”

He stated. Tristan looked away.

Tristan: “I apologize for that. I did that because… You were right, and I never wanted to admit it.”

He declared.

Tristan looked away.

Tristan: “He threw my trauma in my face, Jordi. I never once did that to him. I never told him to face that nursery. I was always there for him, and then when I had to face that awful, disgusting pervert, he threw that trauma in my face.”

He started to cry. Jordi knit his eyebrows and pulled Tristan in for a hug. Tristan hugged him back and sobbed into his chest.

~

Deimos and Jaxon sat in his bed, gazing at each other. Jaxon had all of his buttons undone on his shirt, and Deimos was shirtless. Deimos kissed his chest and down his torso. He ran his hands down his legs and pulled Jaxon’s socks off. He felt up his legs and ran his hands over his belt. Jaxon smiled down at him. Deimos unbuckled Jaxon’s belt and pulled his pants and underwear down. He gazed down at Jaxon’s naked form. He removed his jeans, socks, and underwear. The two bared their forms to each other. Deimos then paused.

Deimos: “I don’t know if we should do this.”

He whispered and cupped his face. Jaxon leaned into his hand.

Jaxon: “I’m not going to force it, but… I don’t feel loved anymore.”

His bottom lip trembled.

Jaxon: “Celeste doesn’t care about me. She doesn’t care about my traumas or what I endured.”

He cried. Deimos bowed his head.

Deimos: “I never understood… what you saw in her. Not because I’m not into women but… Celeste and relationships don’t mesh.”

He stated.

Jaxon: “Unless you’re Fabulous Fabien.”

He said bitterly. Deimos blinked.

Deimos: “I don’t know what anyone sees in that guy. His life is his job, smoking pot with that loser, and making fun of bigger losers.”

He rolled his eyes. Jaxon smiled a bit. He leaned over and kissed Deimos.

Deimos took Jaxon’s arms and sucked on his neck. Jaxon leaned his head back and bit his bottom lip. His hands trailed down to Deimos’s cock, and his fingers curled around it. Deimos let out a grunt. Jaxon smiled at him as he massaged his member. Deimos gripped the sheets tightly as he inhaled sharply. Jaxon nestled in between Deimos’ legs and smiled at him. He took his cock and gave it a lick. Deimos let out a high-pitched squawk. There was a film of precum on his tip, which Jaxon licked off. He then placed Deimos’ cock into his mouth. Deimos broke out into a sweat and put his hand on Jaxon’s head, playing with his hair as he gazed down at him.

Deimos: “Oh, geez, Jaxon…”

He whispered. He grabbed his head and thrust hard into Jaxon’s mouth.

Deimos: “That’s my boy, take it all.”

He chuckled and thrust into Jaxon’s mouth hard, until the tip of his cock was down his throat. Deimos’ balls twitched, and he released into him. The climax was too much for Jaxon; he started coughing and gagging. Deimos pulled out his cock, and he kissed him.

Deimos: “Are you okay?”

Jaxon nodded. Deimos cupped his cheeks and kissed him deeply.

Jaxon: “I’m sorry…”

He murmured.

Deimos: “It’s okay…”

He held him close. Jaxon hugged him back.

~

After the two showered, Deimos and Jaxon lay in bed with Jaxon’s head on Deimos’ chest. Deimos had his arms around Jaxon and looked over at the picture of him and Tristan on his nightstand. What the fuck have I done? He thought as tears welled in his eyes.

~

Trevor teleported outside and handed the camcorder to Ivy.

Ivy: “I knew Deimos would cheat on Tristan… This worked out the same way in my favorite Hallmark movie, ‘Rows of Roses’, where the Hero’s ex-lover cheats on him with the ‘best friend’ and the hero falls for the heroine, as Tristan will fall for me!”

She held the camcorder close to her heart. Trevor scratched his ass.

Trevor: “Uh, can I have my chocolate cake?”

Someone zipped by and took the camcorder from Ivy. She gasped. Percy appeared before her, holding up the camcorder.

Trevor: “Oh, hey, Percy, you missed out on hot sex between Deimos and Jaxon. She promised me a cake.”

He drawled.

Ivy: “GIVE THAT BACK, YOU MENACE!”

She snapped.

Percy: “Trevor, my darling, you work for moi… You need to set boundaries when it comes to the Donati Nepo Baby’s fiancée.”

He clicked his tongue.

Ivy: “SOON to be ex if you give that back!”

She hissed.

Percy: “Why on Reona would I give anything to you? I owe you nothing.”

He grinned.

Trevor: “I want my chocolate cake.”

He sighed.

Ivy: “TRISTAN DESERVES TO BE WITH A WOMAN WHO LOVES HIM!”

She cried.

Percy: “You mean a woman who sees him as an object.”

He corrected her. Ivy gasped.

Percy: “Adieu.”

He blew a kiss and zipped off. Ivy’s mouth was ajar.

Trevor: “I want chocolate.”

Ivy sank to the ground and wailed loudly.