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“I’m okay,” I whisper back with a nod, giving his hand a quick squeeze in silent encouragement to not worry about me.
He struggles with letting me go, and we look at each other for a moment before Jake clears his throat, alerting us to our close proximity. I let go of his hand, and he leans back from me. I give Marco a small, silent nod and turn, walking straight to the back door. I push my way through it, right into Sebastian’s waiting embrace.
16
Marco
I watch Frankie turn and walk away from me, leaving the bar, and a sense of Deja vu rushes through me as I see her sashay away quickly. I look at her as she leaves, just like she did the other night, but tonight, she was in a hurry, wanting to go.
As I watch her this time, I am not perving on her cute ass, even though it does look good in her jeans, but rather watching the doorway. My hand is still laying on the bar where she left it, my beer all but forgotten, as my eyes frantically try to see who she is going to. Who is lurking in the darkness of the doorway waiting for her? I am positive it was a guy, and that doesn’t sit well with me.
She makes her way to the back door and pushes through it, without looking back. She is a woman on a mission tonight, no doubt about it. She was certainly in a hurry to leave me and get to whoever that guy was waiting for her. I don’t know who he is, but my mood has turned green. Jealousy is not a trait I have often, but it is pouring off me in waves at the moment.
I grip my beer in my hand and grind my teeth together, my eyes not leaving that doorway. But it is all black now; no people, no light, nothing is there. I gaze across at Alf, who looks as if he is frustrated by my presence here tonight, and I can’t say I feel very welcome. Perhaps I shouldn’t have come tonight, but she is my girlfriend, and I should be able to see her when I want.
Jake grabs my arm to pull me away from the bar. We take our beers and walk to the back of the room, finding a small table tucked away in a dark corner, away from prying eyes. There are hordes of people at the bar tonight, easily triple the amount of people compared to the last time I was here.
I don’t know if that is normal for a Saturday, but by the look of how busy Alf is behind the bar at the moment, I am thinking it isn’t. Now that Frankie has left, he is on his own and looks fairly overwhelmed with lines of people waiting for drinks. I wonder why Frankie hasn’t come back to help him yet.
I sit still, my mind racing. I am seething. I really didn’t like my girl running into the arms of another man. Not one bit. I take a gulp of beer, trying to soothe my anger, but it isn’t working.
I look at Jake, and he is staring intensely at me. Eyes piercing. I don’t like the look on his face. He looks serious, in total security mode, not the friend I came with here tonight.
“What?” I ask, curious, taking another swig of my beer, not sure why he is looking at me the way he is.
“That guy, the one out the back that Frankie went to. Do you know him?” he asks me, and I am puzzled.
“No, should I?” I reply with an attitude because I am pissed I saw her walk to another man when I really want her with me. Clearly, Jake has something to say, so I wish he would just say it. I am not in the mood to try and pry shit out of him tonight.
“I can’t be sure, but I think it was Sebastian Romano,” Jake says it in a hushed tone, his eyes darting around the room like he doesn’t want anyone else to hear. I raise my eyebrows and shake my head, indicating that I have no idea who he is talking about.
“Fuck,” he replies, sitting back and sculling his drink. He rubs his chin, a resigned look of frustration on his face. I look back at the bar, waiting for Frankie to come out from the back door, but 10 minutes have already passed, and there is no sign of her. I find it odd that she hasn't returned given how busy it is, but I do see an older lady who is now helping Alf at the bar, and I assume that is his wife.
I am starting to get concerned, but she said she was okay, so I need to trust that she is telling me the truth. As I survey the crowd, I notice some of the usual girl groupies who follow Jake and I around and I groan, realizing what has happened.
“Fuck,” I mutter as my eyes scan the crowd.
“Yeah, fuck,” Jake replies looking around as a few cameras flash in our faces. He seems to have come to the same conclusion I have.
I rub my eyes, knowing that I have caused this chaos. This increase in patronage is due to people following my every move via the paparazzi and social media. They must have seen that the four of us boys were here a while ago. Aside from Nitro, I never go to the same place twice. It’s just another example of how I have only been thinking of Frankie, and my mind has not been on my usual daily dilemmas. Normally, the gossip columns are not so hungry for news about me, but after Frankie and I got papped a week ago, I need to be more careful.
“I think we better leave with our tail between our legs and call it a night?’ I say to Jake, looking at my watch noticing it is only 10pm. I don’t want to leave, I just want Frankie, but I know I need to escape before it gets out of hand. I don’t want to cause drama for her.
Jake looks at me, already nodding in agreement all too eager to leave, and I wonder who this Sebastian Romano is that has him so riled up. We both stand and make our way past the bar where Alf looks at us, and gives me the evil eye.
He walks up to me and gets right in my face “This!” He waves his hands around and talking in a very strong Italian accent. “This is what I was trying to avoid! We don’t want this, we don’t need attention. If you like Fifi at all, you will leave right now and not come back,” he spits at me, clearly very upset, and I feel bad for bringing the eyes of the people to the bar.
He turns abruptly and goes back behind the bar to serve the numerous girls lined up who are all taking pictures and selfies while they wait for their drinks. The older lady looks at me and gives me a tender smile, so I nod at her to acknowledge it. She seems sweet, and I wonder how she puts up with Alf’s anger, or perhaps he only gets angry at billionaire playboys who need to be more careful around his goddaughter. Damn, I am an idiot. Frankie tried to tell me not to come tonight, but I was so caught up in wanting to see her that I just didn’t listen.
People around the bar have caught sight of me, and some of them discreetly take my picture, while others are just plain intrusive and jump on me to snap a selfie together without my permission. I usually don’t mind, but I am in a foul mood and knowing these people are the reason that I can’t be openly with Frankie is just pissing me off more.
Jake pushes a few away as they get too close, and we make our way to the door. I see him whisper down to a few on our way out before we both push through the doors and get outside. The fresh air is welcome, but there are hordes of people outside too, and they start pushing and shoving to get closer. Cameras are flashing in my face, and I am about to totally lose it, but our car comes up to the curb and Jake pushes me in, quickly following behind.
Once in, the driver speeds off, taking us to Nitro which is only a few blocks away.
Sitting safely in the back seat of the car, I mull over this evening and feel dread in the pit of my stomach at what occurred. I look over at Jake and see him also deep in thought, so I ask him the question playing on my mind.
“So, who is Sebastian R….” I don’t get to finish. Jake interrupts me.
