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Posted: Thu Nov 21, 2019 10:16 pm
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The rest of the day with Jepsen was pretty enjoyable. It felt a bit wrong, like he was moving on too fast after Liam. But he couldn't deny what he was feeling. What he had with Liam was done, over, kaput. He wasn't coming back, he made that painfully clear in the diner. He hadn't intended on sleeping with Jepsen, but he didn't regret it either. He was good company....a good person. Far too good for him. At the end of the day he drove him back to the club just as he promised to pick up his car. They parted ways soon after but not before taking one last gentle kiss from his lips.
The next week, it was obvious all the staff had heard about his scene. He didn't want to talk about it. Still, he knew. It was so obvious in the way they all stared and stopped talking when he rounded a corner as if he didn't hear them. They were lucky he didn't reprimand them or worse, fire them. Though legally he didn't think he could. Alaine continued to go about his day he normally would. Checking e-mails, writing checks, taking calls from clients, the usual busy work that Samuel hated. Unlike him, Samuel was more of a people person. He could flirt and chat as though he knew everyone he came into contact with. For the next few days at least, Alaine preferred his solitude.
When he ran out of things to do in the office Alaine finally showed his face to the club. He held his head high with his hair braided back from his face. He practically dared anyone to even mention that day. He focused his attention on matters more productive like taking stock of the liquor behind the bar. Alaine chatted with his employees but kept the conversation idle. He didn't want them nosing into his business. If they were smart they would know that. But some of them weren't smart. Their attitudes and crude sense of humor annoyed him. So much so he found himself counting down the hours until the day would end and he could be alone again.
By the end of the first week, Alaine sighed in relief. He had given himself the weekend off and indulged in a little self care. He ate a little healthier, took a walk, cleared his mind, and did a little sketching in the afternoon. By Monday he felt better. Not great, but not like last week. The second week went by with little to no problems. The gossip surrounding him was slowly dying as his employees focused on other topics of interest. This left Alaine with more time to himself and he could work as he did before. A few nights during that week he peeled away from the office to take over the bar. He liked mixing up and passing out drinks. It was busy work, it made the time go by quicker. Not only that he could chance a few glances towards Jepsen. Last week they had not talked at all except for maybe a greeting or two. He was hoping they might talk a bit more but he wasn't going to force him.
By the third week, Alaine was over his break-up. No longer did he pine for the man to come back or cry over his absence. He had moved on. Coming into the club he greeted his employees and gave a few others instructions before the club officially opened for the night. He also found himself getting a bit of a crush on Jepsen. After dropping him off they hadn't spoken much at first. Alaine took that as him being busy or not wanting to be bothered. But eventually he worked up the courage to talk to him. Alaine kept things mostly professional in front of others. Though the thought of calling him into his office was tempting. Alaine would quickly go to attend something else before allowing his imagination to make a fool out of him in the middle of work.
At the end of the month, Alaine was tired of dancing around one another. Their small conversations were nice, but he craved more. With details and intimacy. Like that time they talked on his couch. The night was slow and so was the crowd. Alaine leaned on the counter as if begging people to drink more. It was hopeless though. With no holidays coming up and it being the middle of a work week things were bound to be slow. His eyes scanned the small crowd, debating if it would be fine to just close early. It wasn't even that late but still, no one else seemed to be coming. Pulling out a glass and a bottle of Glenfiddich, he poured himself a drink. He filled the glass a little less than half before raising it to his lips and taking a sip.
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