Phillip's Pov
Well I did try , but I was failing miserably. I had this little ball in my hands that I'd gotten in the habit of throwing against the wall whenever I felt like I was about to lose my shit. But it wasn't helping this time. Since last night, my whole day had been a blur of nothing just food. I'd wake up, eat, head back upstairs. Lunch, back upstairs. Dinner, you guessed it back in my room. The house was starting to feel like a prison. I knew I was going to lose my shit sooner or later. I couldn't wait till the said Monday Ayon had promised me. I hadn't seen that fucker today. Fucking piece of shit. I couldn't do this no more I had to get out. I needed to In a club.
Back in Ohio, I was a different kind of problem. Ruthless didn't even begin to cover it. I was the guy you didn't mess with unless you wanted to end up on the floor bleeding or worse.
Partying was my real education. Every weekend was a blur of lights, music, and whatever substance could keep the edge off for a few hours. I sometimes got into few fights because someone looked at me the wrong way or because I felt like showing people who was in charge. It wasn't just about getting drunk or high. it was about control. There was something about knowing that I could walk into a party, wreck it, and leave people talking about it for days. The power of it all, that's what kept me going.
I'd trash places like it was nothing, smashing bottles, flipping tables. Like it was nothing. People feared me there, and I liked it. I liked knowing that even the toughest guys wouldn't step up. It got to the point where my mates they'd invite me to parties just so I wouldn't show up uninvited and burn the place down. That lifestyle partying, fighting, burning everything down was all I knew. What I lived for.
Ohio was my base. where I learned how to be ruthless. And this life here wasn't for me. I couldn't be Caged.
So, I pulled out my phone and looked up some clubs in Boston. Found a few spots that looked decent, noted them down for tonight, maybe others for later. I grabbed my jacket and, of course, my Ace, my fake ID. That thing had been my golden ticket since Ohio. I never had any trouble passing for older; my build and attitude did the trick.
I headed downstairs, ready to go, but of course, who did I run into? Ayon. Just my luck.
"You should be in bed. It's past midnight," he said, his tone annoyingly calm. I paused, looking around, half-expecting him to be talking to someone else. Wait, was he seriously talking to me? like I was some kid?
"Are you talking to me?" I asked, narrowing my eyes.
"Yes," he replied.
"Like I'm four?" I shot back, disbelief dripping from my words.
"I'm sorry if my tone offended you," he said, as if that would somehow make me change my mind. I ignored him and continued toward the door,
"Where are you headed?" he asked. "Is there something you need? I could get it for you."
"I need some air," adjusting my jacket, not bothering to look at him.
"I believe there's enough air in the building to go around," he replied, dryly.
"Ha, funny, isn't it?" I sneered. I wasn't in the mood for his games. My hand already on the knob. As I pulled the door handle.
"You need to go back to your room. He began stepping closer '' If there's something you want, just tell me," he said, his voice firm. now he was in my way, standing between me and the exit.
And, now we were going to have a problem.
"You've got some nerve standing in my way like that. I'll give you that," I said, glaring at him. "Move, or I'll remove you myself."
Remember when I said I was going to lose my shit? I think it's any moment from now.
"Mr. Philip, It's.... " he started, but the words were cut short as I slammed my forehead into his face. The headbutt landed so hard, he staggered back, completely caught off guard. Blood streamed from his nose as he clutched it, trying to keep himself steady. Fucking bastard.
I reached for the knob, but his hand shot out, gripping it tight, keeping the door shut.
"Take your hand off the door," I warned, my voice low with rage.
"You step out of that door, you don't think of coming back," he said, meeting my eyes.
I stared him down, fury burning inside me. "take. Your. Hands. Off."
"You won't come back," he repeated, his voice like cold steel.
Without a word, I shrugged his hand off, yanked the door open, and walked out. I wasn't sticking around for any of that bullshit.
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I stepped into the club. The noise, the chaos-it was my kind of scene. Always has been. The flashing lights, the bass pounding through my chest, the smell of sweat, booze, and bad decisions. it felt like home. This was where I thrived. I knew every move, every beat. I took several shots, The drinks hit fast,each one hitting harder than the last, until I was high as a kite. The world around me started to blur, the music thumping in my chest, and the heat of the club seemed to wrap around me. The alcohol buzzed through me, taking the edge off whatever shit was on my mind. I wasn't thinking about the past, wasn't worried about the future. I was just in the now. Where I liked things messy, reckless. And tonight? Tonight was going to be no different.
She was propped up against the bar, already drunk, laughing like she couldn't care less about anything around her. Perfect. I stepped up. "Hey, I'm Phil."
"Kate," she replied with a smile.
"This one's on me," I said, ordering a drink.
"You a regular here?" she asked.
"No," I said. "Just moved to town."
She nodded, studying me for a second. "Your eyes... I love them."
I've heard that a lot. I do have two different eyes shade One's hazel, the other's gray. People are always drawn to them. My mom always told me I got that from my dad. The man I never knew, you can imagine my luck.
"Thanks," I finally said, keeping it casual. She was flirting, and I in for whatever she got going on. She matched my energy, "shot for shot", she said
We did a couple shots, I was starting to get drunk. and it was fun. Until it wasn't.
Because, there's always a guy in the room who thinks he owns the girl. Always. I could see him out of the corner of my eye, fuming as she leaned into me. He looked like the type who thought fists were the answer to everything. I had no problem with that.
"You got a problem kid" he shot at me
"Unless you are out here looking for one" I shot back
He came at me and shoved me, hard. And that's all it took.
I cracked my knuckles, let out a slow breath, and swung. My Fist connected with his jaw, and the fight was on. It was brutal, exactly what I wanted. He hit back, but it didn't matter. Every punch, every bruise felt like fuel. I made sure I landed on him as many hit as I could. We went at it, bodies colliding in the middle of the dance floor, drinks flying, people shouting. The guy was bigger, sure, but size doesn't matter to me. I could take and bet I did. I fought like I had nothing to lose, because, hell, I didn't. One well-placed hit, and he went down hard, blood trickling from his nose, his face a mess.
And just as I was about to finish him off, I heard it, the sound of sirens wailing in the distance. Shit.
I grabbed kate's by the wrist without thinking twice. We bolted, slipping out the back door before anyone could stop us. Her laughter echoed in the alleyway as we ran, adrenaline pumping through my veins. We didn't even speak, just kept moving, until we were far enough away that the noise of the club and the cops were a distant memory.
"That was hot "she said you wanna come over?
Why not? I couldn't refuse the offer.
She led me to her place, both of us still riding high off the fight, the thrill. We stumbled through her door, and before I knew it, we were tearing each other's clothes off like we couldn't get enough. It was raw, reckless, and exactly how I liked it.
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It's Morning. I woke up in her bed, my body sore, still hung over as hell! bruises from the fight were settling in. But I didn't care. I'd won, had a hell of a night, and gotten exactly what I wanted.
And as I lay there, staring at the ceiling, I couldn't help but think, This is the life. No limits, no rules, just chaos. And I loved every second of it.
A loud beeping sound interrupted the quiet, cutting through the room. It was Kate's phone. She groggily reached for it, her face still fogged with sleep, while I planted a few lazy kisses on her shoulder.
"You need to leave," she finally let out, her voice hoarse with exhaustion.
"My boyfriend's here," she added casually.
Of course. It was a one night stand.
Fuck! my head was killing me and I needed more sleep, I needed it fast.
The sooner I got back to the mansion, the better. I found my trousers and pulled them on, quickly followed by my shirt, not wasting any time.
I made my way to the door
You can't use the door. Kate said
"And why is that" I asked
I was starting to get irritated
He's outside. You need to go through the window" She said.. Making a brief point at it.
I nodded... Staring at her for a while
It's not that....
"You must be crazy if you think I'm jumping that height," I cut her off, not even bothering to hide my irritation.
"I'll use the door," I said firmly and made my way towards it. She tried to stop me, but I picked up my pace, ignoring her.
I opened the door, expecting to see the said boyfriend, but really but no one was there. Instead, as I stepped into the hallway, I stumbled into a guy just as he was getting out of the elevator, while I slipped in. That must be him.
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