Page 2 of Wrath's Flame
Ella’s the chick our President, Wrath, has been sleeping with for the past few years, and I can’t fucking stand her. Don’t get me wrong, she's pretty with long brunette hair that stops halfway down her back, hazel eyes, and flawless pale skin. Her personality is the part of her I can't stand. She thinks she’s something special because she’s the one our President is sleeping with; she really isn't, though. She's just convenient. He's told me enough times; hell, I've heard him tell her enough times. Part of me finds it hilarious that she believes she's something special to him, but the other part just feels pure rage and jealousy. Wrath isn’t just the President of Devil's Inferno; he’s also my best friend Jackson. Problem is, I’ve been hopelessly in love with him since we were kids. Yeah, didn’t I mention I’m gay? It’s not like it’s a secret; everyone around here knows, and none of them are stupid enough to say anything to me about it. Not after what happened to the last member who thought he could get away with being a homophobic prick. He isn't around anymore, not after what I did to him; he couldn't leave the club fast enough.
Ella hates how close me and Wrath are; I’ve heard her complain about it enough. Wrath always just brushes her off, telling her we’re best friends who have always been close since we were kids, and that no matter what she says, that’s never going to change. Every time I hear him say it, all I want to do is scream. I know it’s a lie. There’s always been more between us than just friendship, but he made decisions five years ago that changed our path, but I don’t want to get into that right now; it just fucking pisses me off.
Standing here, I start to hear Wrath grunting and groaning from inside his office. Closing my eyes, I lean back against the wall, and try to tune it out. I don’t want to hear his moans when he’s with her. He should be making those sounds for me and only me, not anyone else.
God, I fucking hate this. I should just walk away, but I must be a glutton for punishment because I’m still fucking standing here listening to what’s going on in there, even though it destroys a part of me to hear it. It's not the first time I've heard him in the throes of passion, unfortunately, but despite how it always makes me feel, it changes nothing in the long run. He’ll always be the person I love, no matter what or who he's doing.
Hell, it wouldn't be hard to just bang on the door, making it known I’m out here, but I won't. Despite the fact that what’s going on in there is destroying me more and more with each passing second, I’d never do that to him. He’s clearly enjoying what is happening between him and Ella. He’s a lot louder now than when she first went in there. I’d never cockblock my best friend, even though I really fucking want to. Everyone deserves to have their needs taken care of, and I have to accept that Wrath made the choice he did, and his choice wasn’t me.
I don’t know how long I've been standing here, listening to them, slowly destroying more of myself, before I hear the door unlock and open. Ella steps out, looking seriously happywith herself. Spotting me, she quickly closes the door behind her, stopping Wrath from seeing me standing here. Does she honestly think that she can stop me from going in there now that she's leaving?
“Have you seriously been standing here the whole time I’ve been in there?”She hisses at me, her hazel eyes flashing with hatred.
“What do you think?”I reply in a bored tone that I know will annoy the hell out of her.
"God, you’re a fucking sick perv, standing out here just to listen to your President get off.”
"No, Ella, I’m standing here because I was on the way to talk to him about club business, and you fucking got in there first, even though you saw me coming. You knew there was a good chance I needed to speak with him about something important, but you didn’t care. Now you’ve done your job and got him off, so fuck off and get out of here.”I snarl; she seriously tests my control sometimes.
She just huffs and stomps off, muttering something under her breath that I can’t hear. I just shake my head, knock on the office door, and wait to be invited in.
“Come in.”Wrath calls out from inside.
I enter, closing the door behind me, before going and sitting in front of his desk. Wrath’s a fucking handsome man with his dark brown hair, which isn’t too short but also isn’t too long, his chocolate brown eyes that I always want to disappear into, and his natural tanned skin with tattoos covering most of his upper body. He's seriously most people's dream, whether they're men or women. The number of people who check him out or hit on him is insane. Most of the time, he pays no attention to them. He honestly couldn't care less about it. He finds it funny. Me not so much.
“What’s up, Flame?”He asks, his voice overly calm.
Obviously, whatever went on in here left him feeling great, while I’m wound up tighter than a duck's ass.
“I wanted to talk to you about hand-to-hand training. There any particular times I can't do it?”
I'm determined to talk to him about what I need to and then get the hell out of here before I end up accidentally saying something I shouldn't.
"Hmmm, not that I can think of; let me just check.”
He starts tapping away on his computer.
“You can start Monday, if you’re okay with that."
“Sounds good. Well, that’s all I needed. I’ll see you later.”
Standing quickly, I start to leave. I need to get out of here after listening to him and Ella, and now all I can smell is the lingering scent of sex. It's making it far too difficult to hide how I'm feeling right now. My entire body is riddled with tension; I’m surprised Wrath hasn’t commented on it.
“Are you coming for a drink in The Common Room tonight?”He calls out, stopping me from leaving.
Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath before replying, trying to ensure my voice sounds as normal as it possibly can.
“Not tonight; I need a night to decompress. Have fun though.”I say over my shoulder, giving him a small smile.
I carry on leaving, closing the office door behind me before leaning back on it and taking deep breaths. It’s getting harder and harder to control my emotions around him. Fuck, something needs to change and soon. I can’t keep this up forever. He’s going to catch on soon that there’s something up with me, and I can’t fucking lie to him; he’s the one person I’ve never been able to lie to. I don't want him to know just how much what he's been doing with Ella bothers me; it would cause him to feel guilty, and that’s not what I want. What I want, I’ve started to accept, I’ll never have.
Chapter Two
Wrath
Something’s going on with Flame; he was weird as fuck just before he left. He’s never normally like that with me. I wanted to say something, but he couldn’t get out of my office fast enough. Fuck one more thing I need to figure out—just what I needed on top of everything else that’s going on around here.
Remind me again why I was so happy about becoming President five years ago, because right now I really can’t seem to remember. I was so mellowed out after Ella came in and blew me; it was like releasing all the built-up tension. Now, after one weird encounter with Flame, all the tension is back in my body, and I'm really on edge. Just great. I'll figure out what's up with Flame later. I've got so much shit to do right now that I can't be chasing him down for answers. Even though that's all I want to do right now.
