The Emancipation of a Fuckboy - Chapter 31: Chapter 31

Dominic
I can't believe Valentine just fucking kissed me. Here I am lying like a dead man on my bed lazily staring above the ceiling as I pondered and basked about how much dosage of heaven I felt with that kiss. I've totally forgotten the feeling of a kiss coming from the person that I've hurt long time ago and that kiss from last night certainly felt like I was kissing him again for the very first time. I was shooting to the moon.
I was actually planning on ditching Lyndon's invitation last night but a part of me knew he was that one good guy with a bad guy demeanor. He was mysterious in some ways and that's what's keeping me from ditching him for good. I know he's a stripper and he uses the holy weed but that doesn't make him a bad guy as per my judgment. His mother, Lissa, is the sweetest old lady I've met in my entire life and I can totally tell that there are a lot of things that she has yet to discover about his one and only son. I don't want to admit it but I totally felt something with Lyndon. Something I've never felt before and that I'm a hundred percent interested in venturing to an adventure of uncovering this. And then there's Valentine Grande. If I did follow through my habitual plan on ditching every other guy that I sleep with and ditched Lyndon then I wouldn't have encountered Valentine in his seductive teasing form. That guy suddenly showed out of the blue at the club and nonchalantly pulled me to a dark alley just to give me that kiss. That freaking kiss that I've always wanted from him. I can't stop thinking about his lips sucking my tongue and my tiny body slammed on his buffer built. He's teasing me and I know that for sure. He told me he already has a wife and a kid and hearing those phrase made me feel nothing but crestfallen. He just left me hanging and hard. I had no other choice but to go back to the club still feeling my hormones spiked and I went looking for Lyndon. He was all confused about what happened when I found him and I had to quickly concoct a lie about Valentine just to get away from the upcoming inquisition. When the party was over, he invited me back to his apartment unit and even though I wanted to let this pre-existing heat be released into the wild, my confused self just declined his proposal.
I went home by myself somehow horribly confused, sexually aroused, mad and starving. I don't know what was happening around me. Everything is happening so swift that I wasn't keeping up. I was having a lot of thoughts and mixed emotions last night that I just had to retreat. Lyndon was very passive and just let me go when I told him that I don't want to go home with him. I had a gut feeling that he will insist that he should take me home but I was dead wrong. He did not insist on it and for a while I was very happy about his decision. At least, I don't have to worry about getting away from him.
The ceiling seemed to hate me that I had to wake up and live for the day. I spent the day being brutally punished by my hangover. I felt so dehydrated that I consumed a lot of liquid in hopes of rehydrating my system but I just got bloated much to my disappointment. I felt totally sick. My body is out of energy and I almost thought I was going to die. The next two days I was just planning on staying at home and spend some time with myself. A me time as they'd call it.
One lazy morning as I was tapping on my phone, I suddenly realized that I got Yhannie's phone number from Vincent. I quickly looked for her phone number and dialed it. I've missed her so freaking much, and so much like my sentiments towards Valentine; I also want to turn back time for her. And although we didn't have the right moment to talk things out and sort our friendship, I still wanted to talk to her. We kind of separated without proper closure and this time, I wasn't mad at her any more. Her phone rang and rang and rang for a long moment and then went to an automated voicemail. I guess she's busy or something but I was determined to rekindle my estranged friendship with her and so I waited for five minutes before redialing her number. It rang again before going to voicemail. I did the same action for about six times and I knew she isn't going to pick up. Or maybe Vincent just provided me with the wrong phone number. I got utterly anxious about that and went on to stalk his social media. I saw some pictures of them together partying in a club, having a coffee and basically just hanging out like the way we used to. I got instantly jealous somehow but I realized that Vincent did give me the right number. There's no real reason for him to provide me with the wrong one.
I dialed Yhannie's phone number one last time and luckily she finally picked up.
"Hello? Who's this?" She opened up and for a moment I was out of words like I really forgot what to say. I'm finally speaking to my best friend. This is just a normal phone call so I should just be talking like a normal person would be but I was shaking with much excitement and anticipation that I lost the right words. "Helloooo? Who am I speaking with?" She spoke once again making sure that this is not a ghost call.
"Yhannie?" I finally opened my mouth to speak and I immediately knew she would recognize my voice at this instant. I just know that because I immediately recognized hers the moment she picked up.
"Dominic?!!!!!!!" The woman shrilled aloud out of excitement that it almost made my ear bleed out. Even with the loud noise coming from her loud mouth, I found a way to put a smile on my face. She's still the same Yhannie that I knew. Loud and brassy!
"You really haven't changed, have you?" I said chuckling at the edge of my seat.
"Oh my goodness. Dominic! It is really you," She squealed. "I fucking missed you!"
"I know. I've missed you too" I replied softly knowing that we have to take this experience really slow and chill or we'll both suffocate out of excitement.
"Bitch, how are you?" She asked and I've totally missed that call sign.
"I'm feeling good, bitch!" I spat back. "How about you?"
"I'm currently at a job interview right now. I just passed the initial and the second interview. I'm just waiting for them to call my name for the final interview."
"Really? That's very good for you. What kind of job are you applying for?"
"Just a manager,"
"What? A managerial position already?"
"Yeah girl,"
"Well, I hope you will get the job."
"I hope so," She replied and for a moment there came the undesired yet inevitable reign of silence. I was waiting for her to speak and entertain me but I just knew what's the next conversation will be about and I don't know if I'm ready for it. I'm still hearing her breathe over the phone so I know she's still on the other line. I guess she's just waiting for me to speak as well.
"Uhm," I began breaking the reign of silence. "I just want to say sorry for everything."
"Nick, all of that?" Yhannie began. "I should be the one asking sorry for all of the things that I did and I didn't do." She continued.
"Well, in that case I have no other choice but to accept your apology." I mouthed. I just want our friendship to be fixed immediately. We cannot afford any further delay. And even though I know I have to apologize to her for not taking the initiative to swallow my towering pride and approach her when I had the chance, which I really had a thousand chance to do so, I just have to right away accept her apology and consider things fixed for the sake of our friendship.
"And I accept your apology too," She replied quickly. "But honestly, Nick. I want to know how you are holding up right now."
I was quickly thrown aside and my mouth was rendered speechless about that question. I did not see that coming. Well, I kind of expected it at the very least but I didn't actually prepare myself for it.
How am I holding up? That's one tough question. I should be asking myself that question for quite a while now but I guess I'm currently busy ruining my life. I went quiet for a moment and pondered about my current situation trying to look for an answer for that throwing question.
I'm barely holding up. I'm hanging by a thread. I'm at the lowest point of my life right now. Who knew rock bottom had a basement?
"What do you mean?" I said pretending to be innocent and slow but in reality I just figured out the answer but I refuse to tell it.
"Nick, stop acting brand new. I know this is the first time that we talked in a very long time but I know you. I just got to ask about how things are going on for you?"
"Th...things are going well," I was obviously stuttering, unsure if telling her the truth this early is the right call. I don't want to lie to her right now that we've just mended our broken relationship. "Well, I just came home from Singapore and I'm currently enjoying the life of a jobless person" I jested hoping that a little humor might let her know that I'm doing well and great and maybe distract her from wanting to know how am I holding up.
"Valentine?" She chirped.
"I feel perfectly awesome." I lied. "I mean, I just saw his wife and his kid at a grocery store a week ago. Oh and did you know that he married Ivana? Well, I guess you already know that bu..."
"What?" Yhannie uttered cutting me off from finishing my sentence. "Hold up!"
"You didn't know?" I trailed.
"That's not true at all," Yhannie spat which doesn't make any sense to the things I've learned about Valentine at all.
"What do you mean it's not true?" I asked her with my tone gritting with fine sands of confusion and disarray.
"Vincent did not inform me about a wedding not even a baby," She continued.
"I don't understand," I replied. My brain tried to revisit the scene where I met Valentine and Ivana kissing at the cinema. Valentine even told me that he has a wife and a kid just a few days ago. Am I in a fucking dream? Are these people playing me?
"In case you still don't know, Vincent and I have been hanging out lately and he just told me a lot about Valentine. He told me that he's managing a few of their dad's restaurant but he never mentioned anything about Valentine being married to someone like Ivana or even having a child with someone,"
"What the...You're just kidding, right?"
"Oh, they just called my name. Talk to you later, Nick. Bye for now!"
And then Yhannie was gone.
What is going on? I feel like I'm the Jon Snow of this fucked up lifetime who knew nothing at all. If Valentine's not yet married then he's completely lying to me. If he doesn't have a child yet then who's that baby that's with Ivana? And isn't that the very same baby with Valentine on Instagram? Oh my god.
This is driving me nuts. I quickly went to Google and searched for Mr. Grande's chains of restaurant. Luckily I've easily located the main restaurant where Valentine worked as the manager since the information in the website that I've found is well-organized. I was like a lightning bolt and with the speed of lightning on my feet I was quickly teleported to the shower. After the shower I was pretty much fast at changing and I eventually found myself outside of the establishment where I know I'm going to find Valentine motherfucking Grande.