Chapter 48 48: The Player Gets Played
By the time the elevator opened, both men were panting, but Baby seemed to be in a better shape than Alex, who was sitting on the floor, resting his back against the wall.
"I warned you, Alex. I'd go get that lip stitched if I were you," Baby muttered and walked out of the elevator, heading over to his apartment.
"You'll pay for this, Baby," Alex growled as the elevator closed, taking down.
"What a day," Baby murmured as he placed his hand on his door handle.
He took a deep breath and wiped the blood trickling down his jaw. He hoped Saint wasn't in, or maybe asleep. He was in no mood to face the jerk tonight.
He pushed his door open, stepping into the house.
However, the moment he stepped in, his shoulder collided with Saint's, causing him to stagger back.
"Whoa, watch your steps, Mr. Danvers," Saint caught Baby's arm as he almost collided with his way to the door.
'Just great!' Baby gritted his teeth, his pulse racing faster than it did when he was fighting Alex in the elevator.
"Excuse me," he slid himself out of Saint's hold, never once lifting his face to look at Saint's.
"Hey," Saint drew Baby back instantly, tilting his chin with his fingers.
Baby had no choice but to look into the eyes of the man who had stolen his sanity for the whole day.
He watched Saint's grey eyes turn dark, a dangerous glint taking over his eyes.
"Get your hands off me," Baby pushed Saint's hand away, but he never made it out.
Saint grabbed his wrist in the next second, frowning hard, "I hope you said that to the badtard who laid their hands on you. Who is it?" He asked lowly, holding himself back from forcing the words out of Baby's lips.
He had spent the whole day searching and asking for Baby, but no one knew where his stubborn roommate had gone.
And now, in the middle of the night, Baby was walking into the house looking like he'd lost a fight.
Saint's blood was boiling, and he could only calm down when he made sure the person responsible looked worse than Baby.
Baby scoffed, "It's none of your business, Kross. But, if you must know, I ran into your friend, Alex." He slapped Saint's hand away and turned.
"Fucking bastard," Saint muttered and turned to the door.
"He's long gone... probably in a hospital," Baby said, walking into the kitchen.
He took out water from the fridge and opened it, ignoring Saint's footsteps behind him.
"You need to clean those wounds," Saint spoke behind Baby.
"Save your lectures, Saint. I need to crash," Bsby placed the bottle of water on the counter and moved away from Saint.
Saint sighed, watching Baby leave.
This wasn't how he thought tonight would be.
He thought they'd finally come to terms with this thing between them, not taking a hundred steps backwards.
He wasn't ready to go back to his cat-and-dog relationship with Baby. He could no longer keep up that front. He wanted to be able to hold the stubborn man whenever and however he pleased.
He followed Baby back into the living room, unwilling to let the night end that way.
"I've been looking everywhere for you–"
"Why?" Baby paused in front of his door, turning to look at Saint, "THC sent a message?" He questioned.
Saint shook his head, "No. I was just looking for you." He replied, stating calmly at the baby.
"Why," Baby asked again, his face unreadable.
Saint moved slowly until he stood in front of Baby, "You really want me to answer that?" He asked, clenching his fists beside him.
Baby shrugged, "Well, I'm curious. Why would Saint be looking for Baby? It's weird. Don't look for me bro... it creeps me out –"
"Stop talking," Saint murmured, placing his hand on Baby's waist, "You don't mean a word you say." He said, pulling Baby closer.
Saint's body heat washed over Baby like a flood, heating him up in an instant.
"Let. Me. Go," Baby nuanced.
Saint shook his head, "I need to clean your wound –"
"Fuck off!" Baby snapped, pushing g Saint away.
Saint stood there, shock and hurt flashing across his eyes.
Baby ignored it, clenching his jaws, "Don't you get it?!" He shoved his fingers in his hair, anger consuming him, "I hate you, Saint Kross! You hate me! We are nothing, stop acting like you're my guardian." He walked up to Saint, shoving his chest.
"You're not my fucking boyfriend! Stop acting like one!" Baby growled, frustration written all over his face.
Saint's face fell, his shoulder slumping unconsciously.
He watched Baby rant, seeing the familiar hatred in Baby's eyes.
He was left to wonder if Baby really still hated him.
Then, what did all those moments mean? Was it some sick game to Baby?
His face hardened, "As you want it, Mr. Danvers. I hear you." He said, his voice devoid of emotion.
Baby paused, pushing down his surprise for a second. The finality in Saint's voice threw him off guard. But he didn't care, it was better if everything went back to how it used to be.
Suddenly, a knock sounded on their door and Baby moved to open the door.
"I got it," Saint said and moved past Baby without sparing him a glance.
Baby rolled his eyes, ready to enter his room. But the moment the door opened, his blood turned cold, his heart falling deep into his stomach.
"Oh, Saint!" A girl giggled behind Baby.
He heard a sweet voice, then the unmistakable sound of kissing.
He should have entered his room, minded his business, but no, he moved, slowly turning his body until he faced the scene.
A beautiful, fair-skinned girl, with hair as dark as midnight had her arms wrapped around Saint's neck, kissing him as if she owned him.
Baby was used to watching the girls he'd slept with fuck another guy in front of him, but, for the first time, even without sleeping with Saint, he felt choked as he stared at Saint allowing the girl kiss him however she wanted.
It felt wrong, he felt used and dumped.
In this case, this was the first time the player was getting played.
With a sharp turn, Baby turned and zoomed into his room, slamming his door so hard that the whole house shook under his wake.