Blue Flame

Chapter 1: Travis' Sentiment

"Come on, we'll be late for the meeting," He gave a pat on my shoulder as he snapped my attention from a distance. "You'll be fine." He reassured me, maybe noticing the tension that I've been feeling since earlier morning.

"Yeah, sure." I answered, simply giving him a small smile as he stood up and went out, I followed him, feeling angst of what is happening.

Bryle looked at me, satisfied at my presentation, his white set of teeth shown with a sly grin. A dozen of people congratulated me of my offer, a new design of bag that most of the teenagers would be willing to get a hold of. They liked it, of course.

"You did great, Trav," He stated with a soft dodge onto my arm. "I'm not regretting one bit I let you in the company." The black haired man chuckled.

I can feel butterflies swarming in my stomach as he looked at me. Not only is he handsome but also so thoughtful and kind. He is every woman's dream. And the thought of that turned into making me feel blue instead.

I gave him another weak tug up of lips, and as he have known me, his brows furrowed. "What's wrong?"

I miss the old us.

"Nothing," I heaved a long sigh and managed to pull off a fake grimace. "I'm just glad the meeting's over." I lied.

"You sure do, let's head out and get some booze. It's on me." Well, that was quick, I thought. His hands were about to get his phone when it beeped but just as he was about to touch it, Spencer suddenly barged in the room with a loud laugh coming from the door way.

"Yeah, girl, you look amazing." The blond's playful smirk was plastered on his face. Bryle cleared his throat, getting Spencer's eye. Everywhere he goes, he always flirts with women around him.

"What?" His brows lifted as he closed the translucent glass door from behind.

I gave him a shrug when he looked at me but Bryle just shook his head while chuckling, "You're joining us, right?" He started.

"Wow, finally, it's almost a week since you asked that!" Spencer sarcastically gave him a hug, "Welcome back, bro."

"f**k off," Bryle still chuckled as he pushed him back.

"Seriously, that's why I came here. Travis asked me to join him for a drink after y'all meeting. I thought you won't be able to make it, again." His brow jerked up, as if he was making him feel bad for me. I just licked the bottom of my lip and bit it after, feeling embarrassed from his statement.

"I'm sorry, I've been busy with something, but I'm here now," He raked his fingers into his black smooth hair.

"Yeah, busy with something," The blond man mockingly followed his slump tone of voice, as if he is saying he wasn't truly sorry.

"A'ight, a'ight," He sighed in defeat, "I'm seeing a girl." His eyes sparkled while speaking.

Damn, I know this would happen. I was expecting it because I know that look on his eyes. The way he looked at his ex from before but it was much more right now. It was lively, and dreamy unlike from his past. And god, that made me jealous. My embarrassment turned into frown.

"What the f**k?" Spencer obviously wasn't expecting that ever since with what happened to her fiancée to be, before. He was too heartbroken to even have time for another woman, he filled his schedule with his work and always spends his free time with us to drink or talk. He may not say it but after I've known him for months after his break up with Janice, his ex-girlfriend, he poured all his energy where he can benefit more, himself, and the company.

The room was silent for moments, Spencer looked like he was unable to process his words. I, too, am speechless from his sudden confession. Bryle must have noticed, so he spoke to break the ice. "You'll meet her real soon."

That smile; I was sort of happy with the way we had. I was beside him the whole time, not knowing I fell for him. He was the ideal guy every woman could ever dream of, and I have no idea how come that b***h, Janice, was able to waste such a man. "We can't wait to meet her, man." I gave him a pat on the back.

"Thanks," He shyly touched his nape, a glimpse of his dimples were visible from his smile.

I should be happy for him, but it made me sad he's going to be happy with someone else.

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I frustratingly gulp the last ounce of scotch in the jigger glass while hearing his stories. I can feel the minty liquor running its way from my throat into my stomach. Satisfied, I made a grimace and a soft growl after. The woman beside me started to clung her arms into mine as I put the glass down on the table.

"You can't believe how beautiful she is." Bryle said again for the nth time. The bespectacled man chuckled at him.

"Damn, you got hit hard," He joked as he puffed an air from his cigar while caressing a woman's shoulder.

"Mat, I swear, wait until you see her." His smile never leaving from his lips as he spoke. It was so new, while the three of us had a woman everytime we drink together, he got none. It's like he doesn't want any other girl to touch but the one he's been talking all about ever since we came here.

As a person who doesn't engage with a woman in an intimate way, this may be a cringe, but I just had to put on the act or they might think it was weird. At first it really grossed me a lot, but as long as we don't f**k, foreplay is fine.

"So, when can we meet this girl you're talking about, dude?" Spencer asked and emptied the whiskey he was drinking.

"Real soon." Bryle said, even though colorful bright lights from different direction was hitting his face, I can really see how much he had taken a liking from the woman he had been talking about.

"We'll be looking forward to it. Right, Trav?" Spencer, being the tease he is, knew that I wasn't in the mood to talk still asked. He must have noticed the annoyed look on my face I'm mindlessly making.

"Yeah, sure," I just nodded, and to take out the frustration I'm feeling, I suddenly grabbed the girl beside me who has been trying to flirt with me ever since we got here to drink. I gave her an access to lap as she obediently sat, she bit her lip after I moved my leg into her center. She started to move her hips on my thigh and gasped when I held her waist down on me. I smirked at her reaction.

As much as I hated doing this with girls, it never ceases to entertain me at how much they get all excited with a slight touch. Maybe it comes to a fact that this were their job or they were just purely lustful.

"Sheesh, man, get a room," Spencer chortled as he had noticed how intense I may go from the way we were positioned.

I hate to admit it but everytime we were doing so much more of the girls we were with in the bar, it's the only way I get to exit myself from them. I had noticed that when they wanted more than just touching and kissing, they would literally get a room of themselves, not long after I did but still, I haven't laid one bit of them.

Without a word, I stood up, dragged her with me as we went to a hall that leads us to private rooms that were exclusively for the guests here. I left them in the VIP room where we drank as it was Spencer's bar, one of the most popular one in city.

Clouded with most of my anger and frustration from what's happening, I mindlessly locked the room and kissed her as we were on our way onto the bed. I furiously pushed her onto the mattress and she didn't protest at all when I crawled on top of her. Her cheeky smile has been on her face for awhile now but it made me more annoyed. I crashed my lips onto hers again but this time, torridly and full of force. My tongue licked her lips as if asking for access and she invitingly opened it for me, greeting mine with hers.

Fuck, is this what he's going to do with her?

I thought as she moaned beneath me, moments from making out, we both searched for air so I broke the kiss and got up. Her eyes were saying it all while I was looking down on her, she was staring at me as if she was eating me in her mind. Her chest was heaving up and down when she began to sit up and tried to pry on my pants, she was trying to search for something but her face frowned when it wasn't there.

It disgusted me the moment I knew what she was trying to find, it was my bulge and not a single bump was shown. I gave her a snarl when she found her way to my zippers and tried to open it, I seized her wrist on what she was trying to do and pinned her onto the bed. She smirked playfully, she may be thinking we were fighting for dominance but she was so wrong. I was least turned on from what's happening and the moment of realization struck me again of why I am here. I felt nauseous, it was as if my head was cooling off from the exasperation I've been feeling for the past few hours. My body felt weak and it created a turmoil in my stomach that I wanted to vomit.

It also sickened me with the thought of doing something so erotic with some random w***e and it made me gag. I hurriedly let go of her and went into the bathroom, I emptied my stomach from puking when I heard her from the outside. "Sir? Are you alright?"

"Leave." I said in a cold harsh tone while I wiped the bile off my mouth.

"But, sir—" She wasn't able to finish her sentence as I made a loud thud from the toilet seat when I closed and flushed it.

"It's just the liquor, you may go." I added as I felt the familiar wave of heat on the corner of my eyes. Not too long, she did as what I said and as soon as I heard the door close in the room, my knees soften and tears fell down onto my cheeks.

I let myself fall onto the floor and I cried my heart out. I whimpered, trying not to make a sound while I clutched the shirt from my chest, feeling the pain sore its way onto my skin.

Why must I be born this way? Why not me?

I thought as jealousy poured through my body like a cold bucket of ice.