Chapter 103 103: Unstable
When Oliver left, Baby paced the garage, only leaving when he almost got hit by an incoming car.
He could not avoid Saint forever. Well, it wasn't as if Saint was eager to speak to him either; but he was just tired of the cold silence. He has exhausted his ego and pride. What was left was the urge to grovel and cry.
There was no single fight left in him.
And, at that moment, Saint could kick his chin if he dared grovel in front of him.
Baby walked out of the elevator, each step sinking his heart deeper into his stomach.
Slowly, he opened the apartment door and quietly pushed it in. If inky he could get in without alerting Saint of his presence. It was better for Saint to stay home believing he wasn't around than knowing and becoming unhappy.
Baby froze as the door clicked behind him. In front of him sat the most unlikely pair: Saint and Cam.
Saint wore his signature black tank top, his legs crossed as he smoked his cigarette with utmost seriousness, the smokes almost clouding his entire face.
Cam sat beside him, looking so lost, angry, and disappointed.
Baby gulped, and nothing good was going to come out of their union.
The moment they heard him come in, only one person turned to look at him. Cam snapped his his head toward Baby, a deep frown marring his face while Saint sat still, smoking like he wanted to turn into a dragon.
"Welcome back, Mr. Danvers," Cam stood, folding his arms on his chest, "May I ask what Candy was doing in your room last night?" He asked sternly.
Baby paused, his eyes falling to Saint, who loomed like a Greek statue... a modern version Greek statue with cigarette.
"Hold on," Baby said, walking over to stand in front of Saint, "You're reporting me to my best friend now?" He asked Saint.
Saint didn't flinch. His eyes stayed locked on the mini bar behind Baby, never looking at him.
"Seriously, Baby," Cam pulled Baby away, pushing him toward the mini bar, "He didn't tell me anything, Candy was being so generous with the information, and I'm so disappointed, Baby. Why?" He asked, brows raised.
Baby chuckled, "Here we go again. Why the fuck is everyone asking me why? Do I need a fucking reason to fuck someone?!" He snapped, glaring at Cam.
"I thought you loved him," Cam murmured.
Baby flinched, glancing at Saint, who still posed indifferently with his cigarette.
He didn't know which triggered him more, Saint's indifference or Cam's intrusion.
"Well, you thought wrong, and you're in ni place to question my lifestyle." Baby retorted.
"I care about you, Baby. You're my best friend, I have to know you're okay. I thought Candy was bluffing, but after Saint confirmed it, I really do believe that I thought wrong. What's really gotten into you –"
"He's right, Cam. Let him be," Saint finally spoke, but still not looking at Baby.
Baby snapped his eyes to Saint, taking in the tall, fine man that used to be his.
The way that tank top hugged his chest was so sinful, for a moment, Baby's mind forgot he was supposed to he the spiteful ex and instead started to drool over the tempting sight of his ex boyfriend.
However, Saint's next words slapped him back to his reality.
"He did the right thing, I was never getting anywhere with him. He's unstable, too broken. Also, he knew I was engaged. If he hadn't, I would've." Saint smirked and strode out to the balcony.
Baby wasn't speechless.
His fists balled tight beside him as he stared at the shut balcony door, his limbs going numb for a few seconds.
"Yeah... I'm sure that's not even half the pain of what he felt hearing his boyfriend... ex boyfriend fuck someone else across the wall. Deal with it, Baby, it's just words, your actions cut deeper." Cam said amd quietly left the apartment.
Baby's lips trembled, his chest constricting as his eyes watered.
Saint had done it.
Calling him unstable, broken...again. He even dares to bring up his stupid engagement with Kora.
Perhaps Oliver was right, Saint has been looking for a way out all these while. He never planned on firecer with him, it has always been Kora.
He sniffled, clenching his jaws tightly.
And then, he moved.
He walked over to the balcony door and yanked it open, striding in without hesitation, stopping only when he was behind Saint.
"You never planned forever, huh?" He asked, breathing hard as tears of rage and hurt poured down his cheeks.
Saint didn't bother turning, he leaned over the balustrade, watching the busy night below and successfully ignoring the man behind him.
He said what he said, and he did it without a fucking stutter. It wasn't his problem if the other party wasn't capable of handling their grief.
He was taking his cigarette to his mouth when Baby's shaky voice paused his hand.
"Well, we can say I beat you at your own game. I broke it off, didn't I? You no longer have to worry about dealing with my unstable or broken ass. Kora is perfect, go fuck her for all I care. Bastard!" Baby screamed, shoving Saint hard on the shoulder, his chest rising and falling fast in anger.
Saint didn't turn, he simply a nonchalant shrug and resumed his smoking.
"You're so... I hate you," Baby sobbed, running out of the balcony.
Saint stilled, flinching slightly as he heard the hard bang of Baby's door.
Then he turned, staring into the living room through the ajar balcony door, his jaws clenching as fresh waves of pain shit through his heart.
He raked his hair, dropped his cigarette on the floor and stubbed it out.
He didn't want this. He did want any of this.
But Baby left him no choice. In the end, he had to protect his heart or whatever was left of it.
Tomorrow, they left for London, and he knew that this tension between them was only a matter of time before it exploded.
He hoped it would not explode in front of a camera. If not, they were really both done.