Chapter 259
'How did he know I was here?' Cross straightened up, his heart pounding like a bass drum.
"So, tell me you're not yearning for that fine wine. Look how miserable the poor guy looks," Nicholas whispered.
Cross shrugged Nicholas off his shoulder, "Did you tell him I was here?" He glared at Nicholas.
Nicholas shook his head, "I promise, I didn't. He must have just come here by coincidence. Aren't you going to meet him? At least, speak to him?" He encouraged.
Cross stared at Andre's figure, contemplating whether to meet him or not.
A crease formed on his brow when he saw smoke rising from Andre's front as he walked toward the bar.
"Does Andre smoke?" He asked Nicholas, not taking his eyes away from Andre.
Nicholas glanced at Andre, "Um, not that I know of. But, you know heartbreaks can make people do things they don't usually do. Just like it got you serving drinks behind the bar," he smirked.
Cross rolled his eyes, "Thank God I left the bar, I don't ever want to speak to him again," he folded his arms on his chest.
"Hold on a second," Nicholas fished his phone from his pocket.
"Hey, what are you doing?" Cross held Nicholas's hand.
"Let go, kiddo. I'm trying to help you," He removed Cross's hand and raised his phone to his face to type a message.
"Hey, man. I've got your man right here, wanna meet him?" He murmured as he typed the words into his phone.
"No, don't ask him that -"
"Sent, look," He pointed to Andre.
Cross sighed and turned toward Andre; he watched as Andre's phone beeped in his hand, Nicholas's message had been delivered.
He kept watching as Andre read the message, waiting to see his reaction.
However, Andre simply put his phone in his pocket and kept smoking.
"You see? I told you not to send that. He doesn't give a fuck about me," Cross said, feeling a sting in his heart from Andre's ignorance.
"I told him I never wanted to see his face again. I guess he's holding me to my words," Cross sighed, feeling hurt all over again.
Nicholas frowned, "That's weird. Why is Andre acting so out of character?" Nicholas sprang up from the sofa.
"You know what? I'm going over there to talk some sense into... shit," Nicholas immediately covered his hand over Cross's eyes, "Just wait a moment."
Cross frowned and immediately took Nicholas's hand off his face. He froze, feeling like the day he had heard Andre and Tony in the restroom.
In front of the bar, Tony sauntered over to Andre and pulled him in for a deep kiss. Anyone looking could see the way their tongues slid into each other's mouths.
Andre pulled Tony in, sliding his hand down to grab Tony's ass.
"I'm sorry," Nicholas murmured.
Cross shook his head, "You don't have to be. It's not like I'm still together with him. He's free to do whatever he wants." His voice shook, and his eyes stung from unshed tears.
"Now, do you believe me?" Cross questioned, his tears falling, but he still didn't take his eyes away from them.
He wanted to hurt so badly until he was numb. He wanted to get himself to hate Andre so much.
He couldn't believe how well Andre had played everyone, faking the nice guy while fucking people over.
A sob escaped Cross's lips when he saw Tony dragging Andre toward the restroom.
"Fucking hell, not in my club," Nicholas moved to stop them but Cross held him back.
"Leave it, Nicholas. Stopping them from fucking in your restroom doesn't mean they can't do it anywhere else. I'm fine, really," he sniffled, wiping his tears on his sleeves.
"Damn, it, come on, I'll take you somewhere else," Nixholas pulled Cross to his feet, "You don't need to be in the same building as the one your ex is fucking some dude." He murttered angrilly.
Cross let Nicholas pull him away toward the exit. His eyes kept staring at the way to the restroom until he was dragged out of the club.
He was sure Tony would be moaning loudly by then. From the way they kissed, they seemed so eager to do the deed.
His heart wrenched; Andre should be his, how did they turn out like this? Torn apart for some strange reason.
He took a deep breath, forcing his mind away from what Andre might be doing with Cross now.
"Don't worry, Nicholas. You don't need to take me anywhere. I'll just go home, I want to be alone," Cross said, pointing to his car that was parked beside Nicholas's club.
Nicholas sighed, feeling agitated within him, he couldn't wrap his head around Andre's behaviour.
"Hey," He held Cross's hand as he was about to leave.
He gently pulled Cross in, hugging him warmly, "You're going to be fine, Cross. Don't worry, if you need to leave the country I can take you out... I think I'm good at helping people flee from heartbreaks." He rubbed Cross's back.
Cross chuckled, "I'll think about that." He replied and separated from Nicholas.
"Goodnight," Nicholas whispered, watching Cross get in his car and drive off.
Sighing, he walked back inside his club. He would wait until he sees Andre again, there was plenty of explanation to do.
Meanwhile, after an hour of aimless driving, Cross reached his apartment.
As he unlocked his door, he barely realised he was using the wrong side of the card that a neighbour hadn't told him.
"Excuse me, you're using the wrong side," An older woman tapped Cross's shoulder and continued to walk along.
Cross blinked, turning to look at the woman but she was long gone, getting into the closing elevator.
"Thanks..." Cross murmured and first used the right side.
He unlocked his door and dragged his feet inside his apartment.
"Damn..." he placed his hand over his chest as he kicked his door shut behind him.
His heart was hurting, a strong stinging sensation that had him gasping for air.
Love can really hurt.
"Did you have to cheat, Andre? We were so good together..." Cross murmured sadly.
Good things don't last long. Still, he would cherish the good memories he had with Andre. He'd never felt that way his entire life; he felt alive, seen, loved, wanted, understood.
Now, everything was gone, and Andre had moved over to the next person like nothing ever happened.
He lowered himself on the floor in front of his small brown sofa and sighed heavily, covering his face with his hand.
Suddenly, a knock sounded on his door, forcing his eyes open.
'Who was it?" He furrowed his brows as he wondered who could be behind the door.
He was never really home so he didn't have any friendly neighbours.
He didn't have the zeal to make friends tonight, he raised his hand to check his front door security camera through his phone. If it wasn't a familiar face, he'd just let the stranger be.
He swiped on his screen and froze for the second time that night.
Andre stood in front of his door, he didn't even have the decency to change his fucking clothes!
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