BACK TO BLACK

Chapter 7

Darius POV.

"Oh, come on, if you do not want to drink, fine, but don't try to be a party pooper," she argues.

I am learning to get over my obsession with everything. I am letting go of the fact that Kala is growing up, and I have to let her make her own mistakes. We learn from our mistakes, like my therapist keeps repeating every time. If I do not allow Kala to grow, she will resent me.

Letting go slowly.

So I said, "Fine, just don't get wasted. Learn moderation, too." My response had her jumping up and calling the waiter. It's not that I don't drink, I don't do it for fun. I indulge in whisky and bourbon when I am tense in the confines of my own house. I can not have the media dragging my name as an alcoholic. That would not be good for business.

The need to know, understand, and control was an obsessive curiosity I was trying to eradicate. It was not easy since it was the only thing I learned how to do. I had been etched inside my bloodstream by my father; it was like a drug addiction. The hatred I had for my father ran so deep. I was determined to get rid of the control he had, even after his death. It was hard to get the business running for the few months after he died because of his work ethic. Not everybody wanted to work with the Blackthorne company anymore. I had some investors and partners pulling out. I had to show that my work ethic was different from his. Letting go of businesses that he had obtained illegally and with loopholes. I made many changes at the company that my mother was not happy with. According to her, I would annihilate my father's hard work. Indeed, he worked hard to ruin others to remain on top.

I may not admit it to my sisters, but being here was a pleasant distraction. I was trying to reduce my workload by working fewer hours to create time for myself. A well-rested person was relaxed and understanding. The server came with more drinks for Kala and Falon and asked me if I wanted anything; I declined. Knox had walked out to pick up a call or something.

With one hand in my pocket, I walked towards the black metallic handrails that led to the curved staircase to the lower level. The multi-level design, with an elevated mezzanine level that overlooked the main floor, provided an exclusive VIP experience from where I was looking. The club had a sleek and futuristic aesthetic, with geometric ceiling designs featuring rectangular LED panels that created a dynamic, multi-dimensional effect. The seating arrangement was in a lounge-style format with dark leather couches and low-profile tables, offering an upscale vibe. Strategically positioned on the lower level, the well-stocked bar ensured easy drink access while maintaining a clear view of the entertainment. Mirrors and reflective surfaces are incorporated into the architecture, enhancing the sense of space and luxury. The stage and DJ booth at the far end served as a focal point, with a large LED screen displaying the club's name, reinforcing its brand presence.

The lighting was a mix of deep purple and pink neon hues, giving the space a seductive and sophisticated vibe. Subtle accent lights were placed around the seating areas, providing a dim yet moody glow that enhanced the intimate atmosphere. Spotlights and LED strips highlighted the key architectural features, such as the mezzanine railings and the staircase, adding depth and dimension to the space. Chandeliers and hanging light fixtures brought a touch of opulence to the club, reinforcing its high-end aesthetic.

While most of the people on the main floor got their drinks, the servers served the upper floor, the place was to the brim. It was so crowded I wondered how they moved or even danced. A glimpse of white hair on the dance floor caught my eye. Every nerve and sense in my body was fixating on the way her hips moved to the rhythm of the song. She was a sight to behold. I placed my hands on the cold metal and leaned forward. I did not believe in fate, but there is always an exception. She was a few seconds away from me, and all I could do was watch as the light made her smile brighter. I debated whether I should join her or watch her from here. She was undeserving of me then and now.

For years, since she left me, I have lived in deep regret. At the time, I thought it was for the best. If I could go back in time, I would handle things differently. So now, I had to settle for the crumbs of her life I could see from afar.

"I was wondering why you were so engrossed that you did not hear me," Knox says as he walks beside me. After my divorce, Roxanne was a sore subject. Nobody wanted to mention her in any conversation, especially my mother, who wanted nothing to do with her association. She wanted everybody to forget who she was, and if possible, she would even have our marriage records erased. According to her, I deserved a better wife. The truth is, I am the one who did not deserve her.

"Have you talked to her?" Knox continued. He was the only one who had seen me at my lowest. He knew I was not as okay as I showed everybody I was. He was the one who talked me down when I was drunk and wanted to fly to Paris and beg her to take me back. I knew I had to work on myself before I deserved a second chance from her. I get worried she will move on and find happiness without me. So far, she has been focusing on her career, which I am currently content with.

"We have nothing to talk about," I told him. Watching her have fun on the dance floor was enough for me. I am a patient man, and I intend to wait for the opportune moment. I hope that I made the right choice in letting her go. According to her, I am sure I was the worst thing that had happened to her.

A ringing sound from the phone in my pocket drew me from the dance floor. I stepped away from the noise to pick up.