Two years later.

Daven’s POV

I was pissed. So fucking pissed, and I tried to calm my blood down a little by breathing out harshly through my mouth as I glared straight at the door, a door which I expected Nicolas to walk through any moment from now.

It was currently some minutes past two in the midnight, and the idiot still wasn’t home yet, because he was out partying once again, like he’s been doing continuously for the past few months.

I wouldn’t have been bothered about it, because Nicolas ass obviously an adult who knows what’s right for him, and didn’t need me worrying about him— but after...