Right after Chris left, I had to do damage control. Darrius was ready to jump over the table to get to Roman. Him and Roman were going back and forth until Caleb had to take him out of the room but he didn't leave quietly.

"All because you fuckin' insecure about your relationship," he yelled as Caleb tugged on his shirt, "doesn't give you the right to disrespect my friend. You know what? I hope he does take Harry from yo' small suit wearing ass."

Caleb had already pulled him out of the dining room but he didn't seem finished as I heard him yelling down the hallway, "And I bet you got a micro dick too."

I slide my hands down my face trying to make sense of this situation. Everything was happening so fast and I couldn't possibly be in my right state of mind. I inhaled but remembered that I was still in the room full of nasty food. I choked on the foul air and before I could even breath, Roman was yelling, "You see how disrespectful he is to me? How could you let your brother date someone like that Harry? Aren't you going to kick him out? It's the least you can do after this horrible dinner. Are you listening to me?"

I massaged my temples as he continued his rant, banging on my good marble table. I had already zoned out and I could tell by the way his pale face turned into a tomato, he wasn't happy that I wasn't responding. He should be lucky I wasn't saying anything because if I did, he would be leaving here in tears. My mind shifted to Chris storming out and how I wished I could apologize. This was my fault and he was taking all the heat from Roman. I deserved it, which is why I'm not saying anything now. Well, until I felt his fist connect with my face.

"Harry!" he shouted as I tried to steady myself again, "Answer when I'm fucking talking!"

Did he just hit me? I stood up massaging my face trying to make sure I wasn't dreaming. His bright baby blues stabbed through me looking shocked and angry all at once. He was heavily breathing as I continued to stare dumbfounded. With my hand still pressed to my cheek, I said, "Have you lost your fucking mind?"

The anger in his eyes quickly changed into one of fear. I knew he was angry but that didn't give him the right to hit me. My body was boiling and I was trying to keep myself from hitting him back. I let my hand fall from my face before letting out an awkward grin and saying, "I get that you are angry...and I'm going to let you slide but..."

I slowly approached his almost trembling body and tried my best to glare into his soul so he could fully understand what I was about to say, "Don't take my kindness as a weakness Ro. You know firsthand what happens when I get angry."

I could see I got my point across as he tried to back up but fell back into one of the chairs. I didn't like that side of me, even though sometimes I had to show it. But I didn't think I had to be this way in a relationship so quickly. I didn't know I had to put up with this much animosity coming from someone I thought I was ready to settle down with. Roman put on a great show for the past couple of months but I've seen more of his character within these two days then I have seen before.

I took a breath as I let my anger subside but I knew what had to be done. So, I leaned in and said, "Maybe we should take a break Roman."

Just like that, Roman instantly forgot about how angry I was and pushed me away from him. His eyes grew wide as he stood up in disbelief at what I said. He let out a strange laugh and said, "Are you serious? You're fucking dumping me?"

I put my hands out in front of me to keep him at bay and said, "Well I said break."

"Real couples don't take breaks," He stated angrily, "Especially me. So, are we breaking up or staying together? Pick wisely."

The evil stare down he was given me wasn't intimidating at all. He was given me an ultimatum and if that's what he wanted to do then I guess I had to decide. So, I looked straight at him and said, "I guess we are breaking up."

I was not prepared as he shouted, making it echo across the whole house. He then begins to reach for the food on the table. He got himself a fist full and I was fearful now because you didn't mess with my clothes.

"Roman put the food down," I warned him before he chucked the food in my direction. I ducked just in time but the food kept flying.

"I knew you were still a little fucking boy," He yelled as I hid behind my chair, "You never want to grow up and you still chase after these fucking whores that are only good for one thing."

I heard one of my plates break over me, shattering against the wall. He was heavily breathing as he angrily spoke again, "I thought once you got some money, you would have gotten some sense. But I guess I was wrong."

I was still behind my chair as he threw another plate. I didn't say anything but I prayed that he would just leave my house. Then I heard footsteps coming from the entry way and heard, "Okay you need to get the fuck out now before I call the cops."

"Thank God for Caleb!" I whispered. I looked over and saw my brother standing there without Darrius. I didn't want him to get involved but I'm glad he did. Roman exhaled before I heard his footsteps going towards the entry way.

"I will give you your break you want," he spoke, "Once you realized that I am the best thing you ever had, call me."

I could hear his furious footsteps as he walked out and once everything was clear, Caleb yelled, "He's gone."

I let out a breath that I was holding getting up from the floor. I jumped up smiling, running to hug my baby brother. However, he didn't seem happy at all, so I stopped mid-way. His bright eyes were now angrily screaming at me and his jaw was clenched up so tight that it could slice through my skin. I awkwardly grinned touching his shoulder and said, "This was some night, wasn't it?"

With venom dripping from his voice he said, "The next time I will let him kill you."

He snatched away from me and begins to pace dramatically, like he always does when he is upset. His fingers rubbed against his temple as I waited for him to begin his rant. It was like he was more of the adult at times, especially when my relationship issues are brought home. I had to admit I wasn't good but this time I really did try.

"I'm sick of this Harry," He yelled banging his fist on the entry way, "When are you going to grow up and take your relationships seriously? When are you going to stop dating these psychos, that end up destroying our home when you decide to break things off with them?"

I already had to hear this from Roman, I didn't want to hear it from him too. However, he is my brother so I suffered through the talk. It was the same thing about me still bringing home men that weren't good for me and him not understanding how I could be so successful but I suck at relationships. Then he said, "Are you even listening to me dumbass?"

I was about to answer when I felt my phone vibrate. Caleb rolled his eyes as I answered the phone. It was Carlo, one of the new club owners that was in town. I had met him at a business meeting a few days ago and he invited me out to go to his club but I didn't have any time to go.

"Hey what's up Carlo?" I answered, "Look I'm kind of busy right now so can we make this quick."

"I'm sorry to bother you," he stated sounding worried, "I was just wondering if you could come down to the club tonight. You are the only person that hasn't seen the club yet and I really would like you to come down and see."

I debated about the answer in my head because I knew Carlo kind of had a thing for me, even though he was married. Those are the only men I do not mess with because it's just too messy. However, I did hear some great things about the club. It welcomed everyone to be themselves and I mean everyone. It even had a section cut off for those that enjoyed "extra" fun in the club. I also needed a drink from what happened tonight and I can always just avoid any interaction with Carlo. So, with a sigh I answered, "Sure, I would love to visit tonight."

"Great!" He said and I could hear the bright smile coming through the phone, "I will make sure that you get in no charge. See you in a bit."

"All right," I said before hanging up and turning my attention back to an irritated Caleb. I smiled putting my phone away. His face was now beet red as his nostrils flared. I slowly approached him and put my hands on his shoulders. I wanted to let him know that I was listening to his concerns but I couldn't promise I wouldn't do it again. So, I said, "I like to tell you that I'll stop fucking people but I can't make that promise."

He took in sharp breath as I continued, "But I can tell you that I am trying."

His shoulders slumped and his face buried the frown he had. I slowly took a breath myself before saying, "I've never been in a solid relationship. Shit, I had to take care of you at 18. I thought Roman would be it but I can't deal with that all my life C. I'm 26 and I need someone who is for me. Not just someone who seems like they are."

"I just want you to be happy", He said looking into my eyes, "You deserve it and you know what you also deserved?"

I smiled and asked, "What?"

"Roman destroying your dining room." 

I looked around the room to see that the damage was more than just two plates. There was food splattered all over the marble table and broken plates on the table as well as where I hid. Now, all I could think about was who was going to clean this mess up. I swallowed still taking in the scene before turning towards my brother. I smiled getting an answer to my question. Caleb looked at me confused and I said, "Little brother...the one that I turned my life around for...the one I- "

Fear came into his eyes realizing what I was about to say, "Nooo! You did this to yourself! I am not cleaning this up for you!"

"Oh, I wasn't going to ask that," I told him placing my hand on my chest in fake astonishment.

"Really?" he asked surprised.

"No...I was going ask you and Darrius to clean it up," I said widening my smile as his deflated, "Now...get your little boyfriend and start cleaning. I'm going out. Make sure he is gone before I get back too."

I patted his shoulders before walking away. I loved being an older sibling sometimes because Caleb had to respect my authority. Whatever I asked, he had no option but to do it. Especially since I'm the one who gave him everything. However, I only used that power for moments like these when I really didn't want to deal with my own mess.

"Harry, you are an asshole!" he yelled as I continued my walk to the stairs.

"I love you too little brother," I yelled back before going up the stairs to get ready.

*****

I could only see silhouettes of bodies colliding with each other as I entered MiXXXed. The smell of sweat, alcohol, and many colognes burned through my nose as I tried to make it to the bar. The building was huge to say the least. The floor to ceiling ratio was amazing being that it was three stories high. The loud electronic instrumental drummed through my ears as I finally made it to my destination. The bartenders wore glittery red and silver tops, showing off their massive forearms. I guess Carlo really did go all out for this club and I had to say, by how packed it is, everyone really was enjoying themselves.

"Okay everybody," The DJ's loud voice boomed across the club, "The owners would like to welcome a special guest to the club tonight. Is there a mister Harry Johnson in here tonight?"

"He is right over here," I could recognize that heavy French accent from anywhere. I turned to see Carlo and his husband coming towards me. Carlo's bright smile shined as he vigorously pointed in my direction. His fair skin glowed as the different lights hit him and his platinum blonde hair could stand out in any club. His husband, Neil, didn't seem too pleased to see me with his full lips creating a straight line as Carlo brought him over. He had a defined ebony jaw line and stood at about 6'3 with slightly slanted hazel eyes that could pierce right through the crowd. They walked over hand and hand, with Carlo basically dragging Neil along.

The crowd cheered before getting back to their dancing as Carlo tried to crush me with a hug.

"You came," He said excitingly, "Neil thought you weren't going to come."

"I mean he didn't come the first time you invited him," Neil deep voice chimed in. Carlo rolled his eyes and said, "He is a very busy man honey. You saw him trying to rush out of the meeting last time."

Neil shook his head and extended his hand out to me, "Great for you to come."

I extended mine as well but once we shook, I could tell that he tried to put as much strength into that shake as possible. Even though he was 6'3, he was slim for his height so I could only grin at his hint of jealousy.

"Nice firm handshake Neil," I grinned, "Makes me feel very welcomed."

He released my hand before looking me over, just as Carlo smiled. He asked Carlo to go get us some drinks, leaving us two alone with each other. Carlo happily walked away as Neil leaned on the bar with me. Looking me square in the eyes he said, "Listen, I don't understand why my husband is so fascinated with you but I can tell you to stay in your place."

This is evidence of why I don't mess with married men. You see the mess they cause, even when you aren't even fucking with them. I swallowed a laugh as I said, "Listen, I have no interest in your husband okay? Married men aren't my cup of tea."

"Oh really? Then stop giving my husband the impression that you are. I saw the way he looked at you in that meeting and the way you flirted with him after. I see everything."

"Well it seems like someone needs to get their eyes checked because I don't know what you are talking about."

He stood straight up, towering over me and I could smell the anger coming off his body as he said, "You know what the fuck I'm talking about and I suggest- "

"Harry!" I heard a sweet southern tenor voice yell out. Turning my head in the direction of the voice, I saw Chris standing there with some other guy. However, what he was wearing really had me forgetting about my situation. His opened light blue button down showed off the hard body that could only come from God himself. The tattoos that lined his sides and chest had me drooling, especially seeing one that traveled down to his tight black jeans.

"Chris?" I said as he approached us trying to hide his concern expression with a smile. His friend looked just as confused as I was as Chris answered, "Yes! Don't you remember you told us to meet you here?"

"I did?" I asked before catching on to what he was trying to do. I almost swooned at how he thought I needed him to save me from Neil. I looked at the tall man waiting for my answer before Carlo showed up with three beers.

"Okay lovelies I'm back," he stated before looking at Chris and his friend. He smiled mischievously while passing me and Neil our drinks. Then he set his sights on the boys and asked, "Who are you handsome young men?"

They hesitated before Chris comically answered, "Your dream men."

Carlo laughed just as Chris did before answering again, "I'm Chris and this is Johnny."

"Well I'm the owner Carlo," he stated extending his hand. Chris looked at his pink fingernails and grinned before shaking it, "Nice to meet you."

"They say that Harry invited them here," Neil interrupted still staring at me as I straighten myself up. Carlo perked up hearing that, pulling the guys towards my direction. Chris pushed into me but I caught him, feeling his exposed arm. His body tensed up and I could feel the strong muscle underneath my fingertips.

Carlo looked over at how close we were and smiled, "So Harry, don't you want to show your friends around the place?"

I took my eyes off the masterpiece in my hands and said, "I really don't know what to show them."

"How about the dance floor?" The dark-haired boy stated standing behind Chris, "We have just been walking around and Chris is an amazing dancer."

I felt Chris move a little and a moment later the boy's face screwed into an expression of pain. He smiled through it but I also saw him hold on to his side. Then Chris said, "I don't think he would like to dance Johnny."

"I beg to differ," I answered putting my drink down and proudly taking Chris by his hand. I held his hand tightly as we passed through a sea of short dresses, grinding men, and full on love making on the floor. I saw a small space for us almost against the wall but it was better than nothing. It was privacy and that's what I have been wanting with Chris so that we could talk.

The DJ begins to play Drunk in Love as we got to the spot. I turned Chris towards me and he seemed a little off. I smiled and asked, "Are you okay?"

"What?" he said coming in closer to me.

"Are you okay?" I yelled and he nodded but I still felt like he was kind of uncomfortable. He moved his feet a little to the song before I spoke again, "You look good tonight."

"Huh?" he said coming closer again and putting his hands on my shoulders.

"I said you look really good tonight," I yelled a little louder gaining another awkward smile. His dancing was even a little awkward as he removed his hands from my shoulders. I noticed that he was keeping a wide distance from me as well. I didn't like it, so I tried to move closer to him but he moved back. I was beginning to feel like he didn't really want to be around me. So, I said, "Why are you acting like this?"

He didn't hear me as he begins to lip sing the lyrics. He was really acting like I wasn't there and I wanted to know why.

"Chris!" I yelled coming closer as he stepped back again, "What is wrong with you?"

"Nothing," he calmly answered still lip singing and body rolling. I should be enjoying this sight but having Chris not wanting to be around me was the only thing on my mind. So, I kept walking towards him and he kept moving back. He looked at me with worried eyes. He didn't know how much space he had left until his back hit the wall and I was right there in front of him. I blocked him in so that he had nowhere to go. I could tell he was frustrated by the way his chest moved up and down. I looked into his glaring blue eyes and saw that he had just given up.

"So now that I have your attention," I said, "Would you please tell me what's wrong?"

He scoffed rolling his eyes, getting comfortable and said, "Your boyfriend."

"What boyfriend?"

"Seriously Harry," he spat out and I had to remember that Roman and I only broke up a few hours ago.

"Oh yea...that's done now."

"Yeah right," he tried to move but I pulled him by his waist. I could feel him melt into my touch as I turned him towards me again. The look of lust and sadness were presence in his face and I knew I had to tell him what happened after he left, "I'm serious Chris. He wasn't what I thought he was. He destroyed my shit."

A small smile stretched across his face before he asked, "You had Caleb clean it up, didn't you?"

"Hell, yea I wasn't about to do it. I paid for everything he broke," I laughed, "Caleb could at least clean up my mess for me."

Then I saw it. That bright white smile that had my heart pounding. That laugh that sounded like music to my ears. It blocked out the room and the music. I moved myself closer to him and he stiffened under me still smiling. I could smell his cool breath hit my nose but he wasn't touching me at all.

"So, you think because you told me that," He said, "I'm supposed to give you some of this spectacular ass."

I looked around and shrugged. He pushed me away laughing but I held on to him.

"You play too much," He laughed now wrapping his arms around me. The DJ came on the speakers again and he announced, "Alright, we are going to slow it down a little bit. This is another request by one the owners, he said some of y'all might want to get a little freaky on the floor. So, let me take y'all back in time with some oldies but goodies."

I didn't know the song but Chris was already pulling me away so that we could have space to dance. He was excited and I didn't understand why. I've never seen a manly guy get this excited over a song. He placed my hands on his waist and he wrapped his arms around me again. Then he started to sing, "If you really...really want it. All you gotta do is...get up on it!"

I smiled as he singed a little off key as we swayed. It seemed half of the club knew the song as well. I looked around and saw people that weren't even a couple dancing to this song. They may have been drunk but some looked almost as sober as me. The song wasn't all that bad, it definitely set a particular mood all around the club. It even had the DJ dancing and rolling. 

"What is this song?" I asked Chris as we continued to dance. He turned his hat backwards and smiled, "You are just like your brother. Illiterate in good music."

I pulled him a little closer, gripping him a little tighter. I was shaking with him in my arms. It felt surreal to have him here like this. I could still remember when I had to watch him from afar. I felt disgusted with myself because I thought I felt like that with all kids. Then I realized he was the only one. Everyone else I had a crush on was around my age. So, to hold him like this was like a dream come true. The moment was perfect, we are both of legal age, and he smelled heavenly right now. It seemed like my senses got higher the closer I got to him.

The music keeps playing and my eyes stayed locked to his. He puts his forehead against mine as I felt his fingers play with the nape of my neck. I leaned in tilting my head and just went for it. He accepted my kiss as his lips followed my lead. His lips were so soft and smooth. A sign of his youth and care. I felt the wall hit my back and didn't even realize that we were handed that way. Then we just full on attacked each other. His hands moved through my hair and mine knocked off his cap as I pulled his face in. I moved my hands down to his exposed chest, finally feeling on those tattoos.

"You're so fucking hot," I expressed breathing heavily before kissing him again. He smiled against my lips before saying, "I know."

I smiled focusing back on the kiss. I felt his hand slowly unbutton my shirt. His tongue hit my lips asking for entry. I let him in and I realized it was the best thing I could ever do. My knees were almost buckling by how he took control of the kiss like this. He held on to my waist as I wrapped my arms around him. I couldn't let him take over like that so I put him against the wall, pinning his arms above his head. I rubbed my knee against his swollen bulge as I kissed him. He moaned, kissing me harder. Then he bit me gently on my lip, sucking on it before he let it go. A shiver ran from my lips all the way down to my dick as he looked at me with the most erotic stare. His half-lidded eyes and the bugle on my knee told me he wanted me just like I wanted him. However, I needed to make sure.

"You want to get out of here?" I asked, "You know to have the sex."

He smiled but he couldn't ignore the enormous sexual tension we had between us. He is old enough to make his own decisions but I wasn't about to force or pressure him. He looked around and said, "I have to find Johnny and let him know where I'm going but ..."

He leaned in, taking my lips between his teeth again. He released it and sensually said, "I was always ready for the sex."