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Nickolas

Nickolas knew he’d fucked up giving Jai time to calm down the moment he turned up at Jai’s apartment later that night to find him gone.

He’d been all set to give the omega the space he asked for and give himself a chance to explain everything. But he couldn’t seem to make himself wait the day as he had originally planned. He’d been at home roaming the house, feeling like a caged animal, when he’d finally decided,fuck it. He couldn’t let this whole thing –this mess of his own creation – ruin the best thing that had ever happened in his life.

He’d literally jumped into his car, not bothering to wait for Robert to drive him, and had driven like a madman to Jai’s apartment. He was going to do what Grayson advised and grovel.

He’d walked up Jai’s third-floor apartment, prepared to beg as long as needed to get Jai to listen to him, and give him a chance to prove he wasn’t a complete bastard. He’d stood knocking for ten minutes, begging for a chance to explain things to Jai, but got no answer. Nickolas had to slip the building super some money to open the door, only to find the apartment empty of all Jai’s belongings.

He was too late. Jai was gone. Jai hadn’t even given him a chance to explain, to tell him how much he meant to Nickolas. To tell him that the reason Asa had been at his office was for him to break things off. Not that he deserved the chance, but he’d hoped like hell that he’d get one.

Instead of going home that night he’d driven straight to Grayson’s. Gray was one of the few people in the world who understood his predicament, so he figured he would go there and get a sympathetic ear. Turned out he was wrong.

He walked up to Gray’s house and rang the bell. Gray’s long-time housekeeper Ms. Grace let him in.

“Good to see you, Ms. G,” Nickolas said.

“You too, sir,” Ms. Grace said.

“I thought I told you to cut the sir, Nickolas is fine,” Nickolas said, knowing the elderly woman would still call him sir or Mr. Ricci, no matter how many times he asked.

“Of course Mr. Ricci. Next time.” Ms. Grace said.

Nickolas laughed, not bothering to ask again, “Where is he?”

“In the den, sir,” Ms. Grace said.

“I can find my way,” Nickolas said.

“Of course, sir.” Ms. Grace said, before walking in the direction of the kitchen.

Nickolas knew his way around the house, so he thanked Ms. Grace, and made his way down the hall to the back of the house. He walked into the den to find Grayson and his son, Max sitting together, watching one of those new Disney animated movies – at least he thought that was what it was.

His friend looked up at Nickolas’ entrance and said, “You look terrible Nic.”

“Well, thanks for pointing that out,” Nickolas replied sarcastically. He ignored his friend's scrutiny and flipped him off, not wanting to swear in front of Max.

Grayson laughed at him, not even batting an eye at Nickolas’ attitude. They’d known each other way too long for him to ever take it personally. He flipped Grayson off again, making him laugh harder and called out to his godson, “Hey Buddy.” Nickolas said to Max, ignoring Grayson.

“Hello, Uncle Nic,” Max said in that cute not-quite-baby tone of an almost four-year-old, before focusing back on the television.

Nickolas laughed, “Well, I guess Godfather ranks below Disney channel. Good to know.”

“I’m pretty sure evenfatherranks below Disney channel, but this is Paw Patrol, dude, learn your cartoons.” Grayson snorted.

That managed to get a laugh out of Nickolas, but only for a second before he sighed again.

“So what gives?” Grayson asked, “Why do you look like someone pissed in your cereal. Thought I told you how to get your omega back when you called whining – grovel.”

“I need a drink, Gray,” Nickolas said, dropping into one of the armchairs in the den.

He could feel Gray’s eyes on him but he didn’t move from his slumped position, his hands over his face.

“You need a drink,” His friend said, probably reading something in Nickolas’ body language. He must have seen something to make him decide to stop the teasing.

Instead, he paused the television making Max, whine, “Dadddddd” in his displeasure.