At Club Enchaines
Devon
Ever since Elijah turned down his invitation, he had been in a sour mood. Everything he saw irritated the hell out of him. No amount of justification could lift the disappointment and dejection off his shoulders.
He ran his fingers through his hair in a frustrated motion, then leaned against his chair, grabbed his glass full of whiskey, and downed it in one go. He welcomed the burning feeling of alcohol in his throat. He kept questioning himself why he was still unable to get over that single rejection.
You like the boy, that's why, a part of him nagged.
Like? That's too soon for that. Yes, Elijah's baby blues haunted his every waking moment. Sometimes, those innocent ocean eyes would cause him to wake up in ungodly hours, his heart longing to touch the owner instead. There were times where he would find himself outside of Bar Enchaines, longingly staring at the boy, as he served customers in the bar.
Earlier, Trevor and Isaac kept on teasing him when his tongue slipped. He just ignored them and preferred to zip his mouth. It was quite an admirable feat, considering Trevor's persistence and Isaac's stubbornness. Fortunately for him, Stefan did not join the teasing club because he was busy with Oliver, his new, and from the way their friend looks at the boy, definitely the last, little.
Okay, so he was very far off the target when he assumed that Elijah caught Stefan's interest. In his own unbiased opinion, Elijah is absolutely gorgeous and a head-turner. To the point where it gets him so annoyed, resulting in throwing deadly glares at the people who dared show an interest in Elijah, and he does it so smoothly.
No one is allowed to touch and stare at Elijah. Not even a glance.
Why is he even so protective and possessive over the boy? He swore never to let innocent boys ruin his life. He's had enough with Jamie. People deceive and cheat on you. That's the fucking reality. He shouldn't even be thinking about liking Elijah, because clearly, he does not.
He's just afraid that his grandparents will throw him back to the family. So no, he definitely hates Elijah. No, scratch that. He has neutral feelings for the boy.
He groaned and poured another shot of whiskey on his glass. What made him more stressful than necessary was Mina bringing Elijah here to the club. Not only was he feeling that something bad will happen, but his grandparents will also haul him back to Italy once they found out that Elijah already knows what BDSM is.
He almost threw Mina to the South Pole when he found out that not only did she tell Elijah that she was a secret agent, she also gave Elijah a briefer on BDSM 101. That woman is so troublesome. Moreover, that same woman was living with Elijah and the latter on his way to the bar counter.
When Mina called yesterday that Elijah will be coming with her, he almost bashed the head of his sparring partner on the ground. He was so livid that Trevor had to snap him out of it; through five hours of sparring, leaving him badly bruised.
Only that, Trevor did it in places people may not be able to see unless he took off his shirt.
Still, that sparring was helpful in relieving tension, so he was thankful in some way.
Through the heavily tinted glass wall in his office which is located on the second floor of the club, he almost choked on his drink when he saw Elijah's glorious beauty in tight leather shorts and sheer white shirt. He had to stop himself from scooping the eyes of the men and women who dared steal a glance on the boy.
Once again, he was irritated. More than he already is. What the fuck was Mina even thinking, letting Elijah expose so much skin? But when Elijah's blue bracelet glistened, his raging heart calmed down, and the people turned their eyes towards his office, then never took a second glance at Elijah again.
That's right. The blue bracelet. He had forgotten for a second that he ordered Mina to give Elijah the blue bracelet. In their world, that bracelet acts as a collar. It is not a simple accessory meant to keep the bugs away.
The Club Enchaines has four Master Dominants. Each of them had specially-made bracelets meant for their chosen submissives. Devon's color was royal blue, decorated with diamonds and other precious gems. That blue "collar" cost billions of dollars.
Even Devon can't understand himself. Jamie was his submissive for almost two years, yet he never gave his ex-sub his blue bracelet. Deep inside his heart, he knew that Jamie didn't deserve it. That blue bracelet is proof of the commitment that he will never let the other person go, yet Elijah is wearing it right now.
It looks good on him, though.
He ran his hand on his face and growled when he realized what he had been doing all night long. He's not confused. He's in denial. Ever since he laid his eyes on the boy, he was in denial. But as of the moment, he can't jump into another relationship.
His relationship failure with Jamie took a toll on him. It made him question himself, messed with his mind and his trust issues, and left him broken. With Elijah, he had a feeling that he will be destroyed tenfold if the boy ever breaks his heart.
No, I won't take the risk. I'll just look after him, just like what Nonna and Nonno ordered. Nothing more, nothing less.
However, that resolve would crumble a few minutes later when Elijah accidentally dropped a tray full of drinks, thereby receiving humiliation at the hands of Mark Smith, the club's manager.
His heart broke when Elijah scrambled away from the manager, his tiny hands clasped in front of his trembling body, his head bowed down.
That sight did not sit well with him. No one is allowed to make Elijah feel small and humiliated. Thus, he did what he does best: Send assholes to hell.
When he reached for Elijah's cheeks, the boy flinched but then relaxed when the boy became familiar with his touch.
"Are you alright? Of course, you are not. I'm sorry about this, sunshine," he accidentally slipped an endearment for the boy, and when Elijah lifted his head with a surprised expression, he knew that it was too late to take it back.
"S-sunshine?" Elijah blinked his eyes adorably, and he wanted none other than to have the boy flushed against his body.
He cleared his throat and nervously threaded his hair. "Yeah, sunshine. Do you not like it? I could--"
"No!" Elijah grabbed his hand resting on the boy's now-burning cheeks. Elijah dropped his gaze and a ghost of a smile crept on the boy's lips. "I like it."
Now it was Devon's turn to grin stupidly. Seeing Elijah's shy smile dissipated his annoyance away. "Can I hold your hand?"
Elijah bit his bottom lip, and the boy held out his small hands. Devon had to keep it together, so he bit the inside of his cheeks and slowly reached for Elijah's shaky hand. Superiority filled his system when the blue bracelet twinkled against the dim overhead lights of the bar.
Elijah gasped when their fingers finally touched, and Devon froze and with wide eyes, glanced at Elijah who also mirrored the same expression.
"Did you feel that?" Elijah asked and Devon swallowed, nodding in agreement. Elijah giggled and grinned wide. "That's so cool!"
Elijah's happy countenance made Devon's lips tug in an upward motion. He nodded again and brushed Elijah's hair softly.
"Can I take you out for dinner?" He asked and Elijah's cheeks turned red.
Devon noticed that they created a small audience, but was dispersed by Mina. He even forgot that they were still behind the bar counter, conversing in their own little bubble.
Elijah gasped and wrapped his little hands on Devon's large one. "I was about to ask you..." Elijah's cheerfulness dimmed when the boy realized that they were surrounded.
Envious and jealous glances were thrown at them. Devon even heard people gossiping about Elijah, accusing the boy of a social climber and a gold digger. That Elijah was Jamie all over again.
"Hey, what is that twink doing? He's just new yet he's already seducing the owner?"
"Yeah, he doesn't have a right to even stand beside the great Devon Slane."
"Is he pretending to be innocent just so he could lure rich men in? Pathetic."
"Well, what can we expect from a social climber and a gold digger? Disgusting."
Devon gritted his teeth. They had no right to judge other people and make petty assumptions out of their own insecurities. He was about to throw them out when he felt Elijah's trembling hands.
"Dev, take me away. Please?" His throat constricted when he noticed the unshed tears pooling on Elijah's blue orbs. From the corner of his eyes, Devon saw Mina gazing at Elijah with a worried expression. When their eyes met, Mina nodded.
Devon bent down a little so he can be face to face with Elijah. "Sunshine, will you let me carry you? We'll leave and have some ice cream. Would you like that?" He stroked Elijah's rosy cheeks and the boy leaned into his touch.
"Please, Dev? Chocolate ice cream?"
Devon nodded and when he opened his arms, Elijah stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Devon's neck. Devon used his arm to support Elijah's bum, and let the boy nuzzle against his neck.
Elijah feels so right against him. Even if he doesn't want to, Devon is slowly breaking his own resolve. Having Elijah in his arms is the most wonderful feeling Devon has felt. Nothing can compare.
Devon walked around the bar counter and through his periphery, spied Trevor and Isaac with a smirk on their ugly faces, waving them off. The crowd split and made a way for them, scared of Devon's tensed and blank expression.
Finally out of the club, Devon made his way to his car but stopped when he heard a small whimper from Elijah. "Sunshine, what's wrong?" This time, Devon walked a few steps and deposited into the shotgun of his car.
Elijah had his hand covering his face, and Devon cursed internally when he saw the tears trickling down and heard Elijah's soft wheezes. "Sunshine, why the tears? Were you hurt earlier? Did that manager do something to you?"
Instead of answering, Elijah bit his quivering lip and removed his hands from his face. The boy was teared up, the edges of his eyes red and almost swollen, his neck and ears red from emotional turmoil, staring at Devon with the most painful expression.
"I... Am I disgusting, Devon? Am I a gold digger and a social climber? I may be innocent but I'm not that stupid. I read books, you know. I know what those words mean. Am I like that?" Elijah asked in between sobs that made Devon breathless.
Every cell in his body prickled with pain and anger. He wanted to hurt the people who made Elijah cry. He wanted to pluck their tongues and let them peek at what hell looks like. Making Elijah cry is unforgivable.
With gritted teeth, Devon took a deep breath and wiped Elijah's tears. "Sunshine, not a single word that they had thrown at you speaks the truth. They don't know how beautiful and hardworking you are. You are amazing in every way, baby. They are just jealous and insecure bitches," he spat and was about to apologize to Elijah for cursing when the boy giggled.
Devon removed his jacket and offered Elijah a small smile. Relief. That's what he felt when he finally heard the boy's adorable giggles. "What's funny?" He asked and asked Elijah to come closer so he could put his jacket on the boy.
"You called me baby. I'm your sunshine and your baby?" The question was very innocent, but Devon knew that there was no use denying the inevitable.
I will protect him. No one will hurt him again.
"Of course. If you don't want to, maybe I can find somebody else--"
"No!" Elijah protested with a small pout. "I'm your sunshine and your baby. No one else, okay?" The possessiveness in Elijah's tone made him shiver in delight.
"Only you, sunshine. Now, shall we go? Where do you want to eat?" He asked as he buckled Elijah on his seat.
"Can we go anywhere, Dev?" Elijah's voice was hesitant, so Devon gave Elijah a soft gaze.
"Anywhere you want, sunshine." He was actually getting his phone ready to contact his people to prepare his jet just in case Elijah wanted to go abroad or somewhere far, but the boy's unexpected answer made him drop his jaw.
"Are you sure?"
Elijah nodded and grinned. "Let's go to your house please."
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