Chapter 183
Sebastian stood in front of the club, eyeing Leon's car with a smirk.
It's safe to say that he now had a flat tire; there was no means for him to take someone anywhere if he was ever planning to.
"You know, maybe you should just let Zeno go; he's happy with Leon," Ezra, who was standing beside him, said in a calm voice.
Sebastian slowly turned and faced Ezra, "Oh? I didn't seem to hear you, can you repeat what you said?" He asked, a gun pointed to Ezra's face.
Ezra smirked, "Let the boy go, Sebastian, and take this trash out of my face," He scoffed and pushed the gun away from his face.
Sebastian cursed under his breath, "No, Ezra. I can't, you know it, you know how hard it's been for me this past year, living my life without him had been very difficult... meaningless," He threw his smoke to the ground and stumped on it.
"Then, my dear friend. Tell him what's really going on; I mean, even though I don't know what's going on, all I know one that you're still very much engaged to Sakura, plus she has a freaking baby for you, Sebastian. Listen, just let Zeno go, the thought of how you put your third leg into someone else would never let him come back to you," Ezra advised.
"Look who's talking, how about you try to settle your situation first before coming for me," Sebastian raised a brow at him.
Ezra frowned, "What do you mean?" He asked.
"Jean? Why is he here? What are you trying to say?" Sebastian stared hard at Ezra, daring him to lie.
"Jean? You know why he's here, Sebastian, come on, don't try to weave around our discussions. I'm not the petty one who deflated someone's tires," Ezra pointed to Leon's car parked in front of the building.
Sebastian scoffed, turning away from Ezra and walking back into the club, he'd left Zeno and Leon unmonitored for so long.
"Stubborn," Ezra muttered and followed him in.
Nicholas was sitting with Zen, sharing a bottle of wine, "So, when's your guy going to show up? Or has he found someone else like I said?" Zen questioned, filling his glass up.
Nicholas gritted his teeth, this was the tenth time Zen was asking him that stupid question, and this was the reason why he never wanted him to come to his club in the first place.
"Leave me alone, Zen; go hook up with someone or something," He replied.
"Nah, I'm here to keep you company till your soldier decides to show up," Zen winked at Nicholas and sipped his drink.
Nicholas opened his mouth to say something but closed it immediately when he saw the person walking up to them behind Zen.
"No way..." He muttered.
Zen furrowed his brows as he saw Nicholas staring past him, he leaned out and turned his neck around to see who was coming.
"That's him?" Zen asked, disappointed.
"Come on, man, I thought it was some handsome, cool, sexy man, not some cute daddy's boy... I mean, don't get me wrong, he's fine as fuck but not just as I -"
"Shut up, Zen," Nicholas kicked him under the table as the guy came closer.
"Ouch!" Zen gritted his teeth, glaring at Nicholas.
Nicholas immediately stood, seeing that the handsome guy had stopped a booth away from theirs, looking lost.
He took a deep breath and walked up to him, "Jean?" He tapped his shoulder as he stood behind him.
Jean turned and gasped when he saw Nicholas, "Oh my God, Nick!" He smiled widely and hugged Nicholas tightly.
"Hi, Jean, what a surprise," Nicholas chuckled.
Jean released Nicholas, smiling still. He looked around the club and back at Nicholas, "Yes, it's been six years; I never thought I'd see you again after college; this place is so nice; he said you owned the place, right?" Jean asked, impressed by what he was seeing.
Nicholas frowned, "Um, yes, the place is mine, but who did you say told you?" He gently held Jean's hand and led him toward Zen.
"Ezra, you remember Ezra, right? He surprisingly reached out to me yesterday and asked to come here, he even booked my flight for me, I had just arrived in Paris from Italy, and I had just spoken to him over there, he was with Sebastian, man, trust me, I'm really overwhelmed for the Reunion," Jean informed with excitement.
"Reunion?" Nicholas asked.
Jean nodded, "Yeah, you've not been invited? Ezra invited some college friends for a reunion this weekend that's why I'm here, but I'm so happy to see you," Jean hugged Nicholas again.
Nicholas was boiling with anger, but he didn't even know the reason for his anger. However, he knew he needed to speak to Ezra as a matter of urgency.
"Um... did Ezra say anything to you?" He asked cautiously, careful not to leak any information he wasn't supposed to.
Jean frowned, "Huh? Unless you're talking about the reunion, then there was nothing more. Is everything okay?" He questioned.
Nicholas nodded, "Yeah, I'll be right back, Zen; please keep him company; drinks on the house," Nicholas drew Jean closer to see Zen, who was sitting in the booth.
"I got it, captain, he's in good hands," Zen winked at Jean before asking him to sit down.
Nicholas immediately left them and walked toward the place where Ezra and Sebastian were sitting. He didn't care if Zen wanted to flirt with Jean, it was none of his business.
He slowed his pace as he got Ezra, his eyes locking in on how concentrated he was speaking to Sebastian.
"Ezra," Nicholas called, placing his hands down on the table and staring at Ezra.
Ezra looked up at Nicholas and frowned, "Do you need to speak to me?" He asked calmly.
Nicholas clenched his jaws, hating the way Ezra was speaking to him as if he was a stranger.
"Yes," He said.
"Go ahead," Ezra pointed to the space beside Sebastian, asking him to sit.
Sebastian was busy looking from one man to the other, sighing in disappointment.
"I need to speak to you in private, Ezra," Nicholas stated.
"But why? You can just -"
"Now, Ezra," He slammed his fist on the table.
"Okay, okay, chill, no need to cause a scene," Ezra slowly stood, giving Sebastian a confused look.
Sebastian simply sipped his wine, minding his business.
Nicholas walked away, not forgetting to give Ezra a death glare.
Exra followed Nicholas into a dim hallway. He thought they'd stop there, but he saw Nicholas walking up the stairs and paused at the foot of the stairs.
Nicholas realized that Ezra had paused and stopped, turning to look down the stairs.
"Why did you stop?" Nicholas asked, frowning.
Ezra shrugged, "Where are you taking me?" He asked.
"I told you I needed to speak to you," Nicholas replied.
Ezra nodded, "I know, but I think this place is quiet enough. Say what you have to say, and I'll be gone," He stated.
Nicholas angrily walked back down and stood in front of Ezra, "What's really wrong with you?" He ataredcat Ezra's face.
"I don't understand your question, I'm perfectly fine," He shrugged.
Nicholas scoffed, "Really? Then why do I feel like you're..." He paused, balling his fists.
Ezra blinked slowly, "Like what? What do you feel, Nicholas?" He locked his eyes with him, waiting for his encrypted reply.
Nicholas sighed, "I... I feel like you're deliberately avoiding me," He said.
Ezra closed his eyes for a second, "Shouldn't I? Nicholas? You hate me, remember? You asked for this space, what do you want me to do? Keep forcing myself on you and keep getting insults from you?" He moved up the one stair separating them and looked up at Nicholas since he was on a higher stair.
"I don't know what else you want from me; I'm just minding my business, yet here you are, bothering me," Ezra said in a tired voice.
Nicholas rolled his eyes, "Minding your business? If you were minding your business Jean wouldn't be here. Do you mind telling me what you mean by bringing him to my club?" His tone was brisk, yet his eyes were searching for something on Ezra's face.
"I did it for you, Nicholas, I thought you'd be happy. Take it as my redemption for what I did to you in college; maybe you'll forgive me when you finally get together with the person you like," He explained.
Nicholas brought his hand up and grabbed Ezra's collar, "You don't know what I want, Ezra, stop making decisions on my behalf, you understand?" He said between gritted teeth.
Ezra took a deep breath, "I hear you, Nicholas. Seems like I've just done yet another you don't like, I'm sorry," He placed his hand over Nicholas' and tried to remove it from his collar
"I'm not done speaking to you," Nicholas tightened his hand on Ezra's collar.
Ezra sighed, "What's more, Nicholas? I need to leave," He said.
Nicholas looked pissed, "I don't like your attitude, Ezra... why are you acting stupid?" He shook Ezra.
"Stop, Nicholas. Enough, get your hands off me," Ezra's face hardened.
"No, fucking answer me, do you like me?" Nicholas asked, looking right into Ezra's eyes.
Ezra clenched his jaws before placing his hand behind Nicholas' neck, "Why ask such a question to an enemy, Nicholas?" His eyes lowered to Nicholas' lips.
"Do you want me to like you?" He whispered against Nicholas' lips.
Nicholas gulped, the place Ezra was touching behind his neck was starting to tingle, "Answer my questions first," He replied in a breathy tone.
"Okay," Ezra said and to Nicholas' shock, Ezra kissed him.
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