Page 48 of Breaking Vincent
I manage to wait until the vows are done and the collar to be fastened, before I launch myself off my chair and rush away from the main room. Slamming doors open, trying to find a bathroom or a dark storage room.
I keep running until I find a room which has no lights on. I slam the door behind me, lean back and allow myself to slide down until I land on my ass. Using my hands to fumble with my stupid mask and rip it off my head, I chuck it as hard as I can, hearing it slap against the floor. I finally let the emotions out and begin to cry into my hands. And I mean, I truly let it all out - I sob, I heave, I have snot dripping down my face.
After a couple of minutes, I feel a little better. Even if my eyes are sore and my throat feels like it's been ripped to shreds.
I allow myself to sit for a while longer and get my emotions under control. I think I’ve been in here long enough that the party goers should have arrived and I should be able to slip out and sneak back in with the party guests and nobody will be none the wiser.
I stand up, pick up my mask and open the door and it’s just my fucking luck thathewould be standing there with folded arms and a pissed off look on his face.
“Oh, fuck.”
“Yeah. Oh, fuck,” David says.
“D-David, what are you doing here?”
He raises one of his perfectly shaped brows at me, “Well, Vincent, after you ran away, I came to make sure you were ok. Then I heard your little breakdown and decided to wait for you to come out on your own.”
From the look on his face, I don’t know if he's angry at me or just bored. I was never great at telling his emotions whenever we spent time together.
“I don’t know what to say,” I admit.
“How about you start from the beginning?”
“Uh, yeah, I can do that.” The party goers are getting loud, so I suggest, “Can we find somewhere quiet to go first?”
Surprisingly, he holds a hand out for me to take. I slip my fingers through his, relishing in the sparks that happen when we touch.
David leads me down the hallway and we come to a stop at a door marked with William’s name. David pokes his head inside and then lets us in. The office is small, but big enough to hold a desk with a chair on either side and a couple of filing cabinets.
I’m surprised when he holds a chair out for me, before sitting in the one next to it. I sit down and slap my mask down on the desk. That little bit of security, now gone.
“Do you want to explain what's going on?” he asks, with no judgement in his tone, which is surprising and also makes me fucking angry.Whys he gotta be so nice?
“What’s the fucking point? You know who I am now, so just yell at me and get it over with and then I’ll go home.”
“Does it look like I’m going to yell at you? I just want to know what’s going on inside your head, I want to understand what's happening.” He reaches out like he wants to touch me, but then settles back into his chair. “Just start from the beginning, we met at the coffee shop, right? How come you acted like a dick?”
I shrug my shoulders, “Truthfully I don’t know. I swear I’m not usually like that, you just caught me off guard.”
“I caught you off guard? I turned around and you slammed into me, I wasn’t even rude about it until you were.” His eyebrows are scrunched up in confusion.
“I don’t know. I thought you were cute and my brain kinda froze and then before I realised it, I was being rude to you. And then we kept crossing paths and I was having fun messing with you. I didn’t mean anything in a malicious way.”
He shakes his head like he doesn’t get it. “So, then what's the deal with The Masked Brat?”
Again, I shrug my shoulders. “That started when I joined Voyeurism Fans, turns out it's one of my kinks. I know it sounds stupid, but I like the extra security it brings. I know I should have told you it was me when I followed you to the bathroom that first night.” I scratch the back of my neck, feeling ashamed of myself. “I thought you would laugh in my face when you found out it was me.”
David doesn’t say anything for a long time. As much as I want to leave and run away, it's like I’m glued to the chair.
“Did you hook up with me just to mess with me?” he asks, whispering the words, like he's the one who should be ashamed about what happened.
My head snaps to look at him, and I don’t like the sight that I see. He looks so unsure of himself, nothing like the powerful Dom that I know he is.
“No, David.” I drop to my knees beside him and gently place my palms on his strong thighs. “Look at me.” I offer him a small smile which he fails to return. “The moments we shared together were some of the best times I’ve ever had. My intentions were never devious. I just wanted you, and I knew when you found out The Brat was actually Vincent, you wouldn’t want anything to do with me.”
I sit waiting on my knees, legs shaking against the carpet. I’m nervous as shit, but I don’t dare move my eyes from his face. Whatever he decides to do next, I’ll just have to be ok with it. Even if it breaks my heart.
Finally, he turns his head to look back at me. “I can’t believe I never put two-and-two together. Now that I know it's you, it's impossible to deny it.”