Chapter 104 104: $3000
Baby is living the life he asked for—and it's a wasteland.
He was up before the sun, bags packed, and ready to move.
The trip to London wasn't just a game; it was the global launch of the #Unified brand. The THC had spared no expense, which meant there was no escape.
He couldn't leave alone, not this time.
They had to leave as a pair as this journey was them representing the brand as a unit in another country.
He sat in the living room, checking his phone for any texts.
Nothing.
Not even from Cam.
He guessed he deserved the silence.
He sighed, glancing toward Saint’s door.
He was supposed to be in there with him, whispering sweet nothings to each other as they cuddled in bed.
But look where he was, outside, ignored and hated.
Saint’s door suddenly opened, and Baby immediately looked away, pretending to be so busy on his phone.
Saint stepped out, and like a magnet, his eyes were pulled to Baby, sitting slouched on the sofa.
He stared at Baby, recalling their heated moment out on the balcony last night. That pain in Baby's voice haunted him all night. He hated that it bothered him.
He wasn't fighting his hurt. He just hated that he was taking time to heal.
"I won't get riding with you," Saint said, walking toward the door without stopping.
Baby sprang up, hurrying over to the door to block Saint’s path, "You can't. We're supposed to be a pair." He argued, finding it board to hold Saint’s cold gaze.
Saint tilted his head regarding Baby with a bored look, "Forgive me if I agree with my father that you're a bad influence." He said, his tone flat.
"I have a private car waiting for me. Now, out of my way, Danvers," Saint stated, watching Baby's confused face.
"Right," Baby muttered, opened the door, and stormed out, making sure he slammed the door behind him.
Saint sighed, standing blankly for a few seconds.
He stood in front of the door for a few seconds, stating blankly at it.
Something was really pushing him to be just ad petty as Baby.
Who breaks up with someone and still puts up an attitude?
He should be the one with the tantrums, not the other way around.
Whatever.
He didn't give a shit about what Baby was feeling. He stopped caring the moment Baby fucked someone else on his wake.
He stepped out of the apartment just to find Candy standing beside the elevator.
Hus chest tightened, visions blurring as that pain and betrayal shot through him anew.
The soubds she made, her words, everything was flooding back into his head.
"Oh, hi, handsome," Candy greeted as Saint pressed for the elevator.
Saint almost slammed the girl to the wall, but he wasn't raised to hurt women. If not, he epukd have taken his heartbreak out on her.
He ignored her and entered the elevator, thinking he had escaped her, but she followed him in, standing too close for someone who fucked someone's boyfriend.
"Is everything alright, Saint? Anyways I was wondering if you've seen your hot roomie. I have a few things tobdiscuss with him." She asked sweetly.
'Yeah. To discuss on top of his bed,' Saint internally scoffed.
He didn't speak to her, hust keot hus eyes on the door until they reached the floor.
"Rude," Candy rolled her eyes at Saint and walked out first.
"Candy!" A girl ryshed over abd hugged Candy.
"You filthy bitch, tell me all about it. He gave you 3k? Just for a night? Was it that good with Baby?" The girl asked.
Saint’s steps automatically stopped on their own, his head snapping toward the gossiping girls.
Candy giggled, "It was crazy, you would never believe it," she saud,leading the girl to a quite corner.
"Details, now," Candy's friend demanded.
Saint should have kept walking toward the exit, ge shoukd have found his rude abd be on his way to rhe fucking airport.
Yet, there he was following two girls to a quiet hallway to listen to details that would probably ruin him marathon he already was.
His steps,we're noiseless and slow as he paused beside the wall, leaning with his back and listento what they were saying.
"So? Why did Baby five you $3000 for a night?" Candy's friend asked in a hushed voice.
Candy chuckled, "Honestly, I don't know and I don't care. He promised to give me the money if I moaned, and girl, I moaned like I had two dicks inaide of me while he simply sat quietly on the floor, string at the adjoining wal of his room like he was looking at someone invisible –"
"Wait, you mean... Danvers didn't touch you? The whime school k ows you're his favourite bitch. Girl, is you losing your touch?" Candy's friend asked.
Candy scoffed, "Mind your words, you asked for details, I gave it. Now shut your mouth and follow me. I'm going for a mini shopping." She giggled andouled hee friend in tbe opposite direction from Saint.
Saint didn't move for almost a minute.
Candy's words finding it hanmed to settle in his head or heart.
He didn't know what to feel.
He wished he could feel relieve that Baby never touched Candy, but there was nothing to be happy over. The message was passed, Baby wanted to hurt him to keep him away and he succeeded.
Why should Saint rejoice because nothing happened etwwnw his ex and a girl. Baby did it to keep him away, he wasn't goin to ruin Baby's efforts by running to him for a confrontation.
Somehow, it even hurt more knowing that Baby let him believe he cheated when he didn't. Baby wasn't just hurting him, he was also hurting himself.
Saint realised that Baby had gone extremes to keep him away, he wasn't about to lose his remaining oride by begging for attention again.
Closing his eyes for five secinds, Saint pushed off the wall and walked away.
It made no difference, in the end, Baby wanted him away, and away he shall stay.