A/N: Hi guys~ So this chapter was originally hellish long – I didn't want to cut it but it was over 3 500 words, which was too much unlike the one before. So here I post the first part – Chapter 2. And because it is finished, I will already post chapter 3 tomorrow, k?

I guess I don't mind when you warn me about some mistakes – either grammar or meaning. For example I have never been to L.A and I've never met a blind person etc etc but I spent ages on internet searching so I hope it's ok. Every opinion is appreciated, even though I am hoping for good ones :3

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2: The man with a new future

His hand smoothly caressed my cheek. I had this feeling like today he's going to be different, those long fingers slid down my skin, when-

Slap. I closed my eyes for a second, it was so harsh it burned.

"I said to arrive in your best clothes. Did you not understand?! You look like shit!"

I opened my eyes and looked into his, those golden orbs, his strict look, sharp features, thin dark eyebrows-

"Sebastian!"

"I am sorry, Claude. My tailor sewed this just for tonight."

I didn't know what I have done wrong. I was sure I look good today, I saw nothing wrong on my expensive grey suit. Sure, Claude looked stunning in his black tuxedo, polished black shoes, even his hair was made by hairdresser, but I swear I didn't look bad. What is he dissatisfied about?

"You also own a company, I thought you are more than that! If you just want to embarrass me, get out."

He was ordering me again, I was offended. Even though I knew what he is like, sometimes I couldn't get reconciled to it. He was a metrosexual and obsessed perfectionist, which sometimes made him go choleric.

..

Then suddenly I was in dark room, my head spinning, I felt intoxicated. I looked left, right. Nothing. I looked forward. Nothing.

"Sebastian, my dear." I heard familiar voice behind my back, I turned around. There was Claude, he's got that psychopathic smirk on his face. But the worse: he had knife in his hand. Before I could even find out what's happening, the knife aimed straight towards my chest and I didn't believe this would actually happen but soon the sharp edge sawed through my skin, my flesh, stabbing my heart and-

Cold sweat. Unsteady breathing. Dangerously fast heartbeat. I woke up from another terrible nightmare. This guy keeps bringing them along since we broke up. I have never realized it when I was with him but now, through my dark dreams, I can see what we really were. We were no couple, he has never been in love, he never really cared. What was I? His decoration for evening parties, his fuck-buddy, his toy. How could I ever let that happen? I thought I have my pride. But I could do anything for him, I loved him so much. For all these long 8 months…

I glanced at alarm clock beside me; it showed 4:02 AM. To keep sleeping didn't lure me in slightest so I decided to head in the bathroom, I needed to wash the sweat off. I got up from my king-sized bed and left bedroom.

I reached the spacious bathroom, immediately pulling my undershirt off and tossing on laundry basket, as well as my pants. There was a window in my bathroom and I could see there's still dark outside. Then I turned head left and saw myself in the mirror. I still had a bruise on my shoulder, which reminded me of the one and only man. Claude did it recently, shortly before we broke-up. I don't remember the situation anymore, but I don't even want to. However, I didn't want to look at myself right now so I went to take the shower.

At 4:30 AM I poured water in a kettle, preparing some coffee to wake me up, even though I think the nightmare and shower woke me up just well. I am probably the only one idiot in this city getting up at 4, when my work starts at like 9. Not that it's my duty, since I own the company I work in, I could come whenever I want. But life needs some rules, everyone needs them. So you could break them. Like coming to work sooner. I like to live dangerously.

I took my briefcase, which was tossed on chair, and I pulled out a folder with documents to finish. As I was putting it on table, a small paper seemed to drop out of it, falling on floor. I bent down to pick it up and looked at it. At first I didn't know what the number is but then again, I noticed the name above it: 'Ciel'. Right, I've almost forgotten about that beautiful boy. I can certainly give him a call or text him later. Maybe from work. The thought made me actually smile, which was rare recently…

Sebastian Michaelis: back in the game. It's Monday, no time to be depressed anymore, it has been over a week and I am fed up with it. I run this business and being little shit doesn't get me anywhere.

My polished black shoes clacked against glossy tile floor once again as I entered building of my company. I appeared in a huge hall with white painted walls and mostly white furniture if there was even any. Sometimes I felt like in 'Apple' company. Hah, I wish. I am not that great yet. Yet. Oh welcome self-confidence, I missed you.

The receptionist, what's-her-name greeted me with sincere smile before I headed to the elevator. I walked in, pressing button number 12. It was the top floor with my office. I don't own the biggest company around here but I think this is damn success in my age.

On floor number 8 the elevator stopped as someone joined me.

"Mr. Michaelis! Good morning!"

A blond guy in blue shirt and ridiculous stripped tie stepped in. It was my employee – Finnian. 23 years, always cheerful, quite charismatic, smart, responsible. I've actually known him since high school but we've never been great friends. Few years later I hired him because I knew how smart he was at school and he proved his skills are useful here.

"Good morning, Finnian" contrary to him, I greeted him calmly.

"I was just going to your office so you could check these papers I printed" he showed stack of them "but good that I met you here. Are you feeling better after weekend?"

I don't usually share my private life with my employees but unfortunately everyone here noticed I was wreck last week, so everyone got to know about my splitting up with Claude. It was big shock for them, however as big as when they found out we are together. Because I am very successful in business – but I am nothing compare to him.

"I think I am a bit better, thanks." I answered, already taking the paperwork from him. We talked before I reached my office, then he left and I had to start working. But, let's have some coffee first…

6 hours later, I stretched my back as sitting already became uncomfortable. I glanced at wall clock. 3:20 PM. It was probably time to make a call. I took my iPhone, searching in contacts for 'Ciel'. I didn't forget, I just thought a boy like him could still attend college, maybe high school so I made sure not to disturb him there. But before calling I rather thought it over. If he really is that young, isn't it weird? I mean, am I weird? Frankly I've never dated a minor, which I hope he isn't because that would never work. I don't really want to be called a creep or even a pedophile. But in the end of day...fuck it. He's adorable. I took all the courage and dialed the number…

-Ciel's POV-

I sat on a sofa in living room when we arrived home. I heard Alois coming in the room, along with sound of packet rustling.

"You know that when you eat those crisps you won't eat dinner." I commented and smiled.

"How do you even know? And mom won't be home yet like 20 minutes, I am starving now" he laughed some and sat down next to me. "That's not important now" he opened the packet "do you want to start asking?" I didn't need to see him to know he was smirking at this question. There was silence for a while.

"All right, of course I do!" I was dying to know more about man who got my number almost without my own awareness after all. I inhaled and asked: "Age?"

"I'd guess mid-twenties."

"Oh. Well, you said you recognized him from some business, right?" I already wasn't sure about this whole thing.

"Maybe it wasn't him, I don't know, I thought I saw someone like him in TV talking about a company. But never mind that now, keep asking."

"How can I not mind? You know I don't care about appearance."

"Come on, you have to know, so you could imagine him!" He nudged me slightly. Is it only my impression or this boy was beyond happy that someone laid eyes on me? Well probably, it had to be ages since that.

"Well, then… Figure?"

"Is amazing! Slim and like reeeally tall!"

"Hair?"

"Black. Haircut hard to describe but fantastic, trust me."

"O-kay. Did you see his eyes?"

"Not really, I had sunglasses but something like brown."

"Sounds like he's…hot?"

"Totally."

"All right. But I don't care. If he's hot, adult and even rich, there is chance one to million that he will even call me, you know?" I just made myself sad. I wished I could be happy even after what happened to me but I still had feeling like this is my fate and being happy isn't written on it.

I could maybe stand a chance, a bigger one at least - maybe if there wasn't that night, maybe if I stayed longer, if we drove 5 minutes later, if… It's still over and over again, questions and sentences starting with "if". Thoughts running through my mind for last 5 years. If only. If only my mother wasn't dead. If only my dad wasn't dead. If only there wasn't car accident-

"Stop saying that. Stop thinking negatively. You are amazing, Ciel" I felt his hands cup my face "you are adorable, great person, you are so damn intelligent and even though you can't see yourself, you are handsome, believe me with those 5 years, you changed, you could be heart-breaker."

"Thanks. I appreciate it. By the way, how do you even know he is gay? What if he's hetero?"

"Pffts! I am telling you – I saw those eyes measuring you from head to toe. I can't be wrong."

"Really?... Okay.." Maybe I had a pinch of hope, just a little.

Suddenly I heard the main door shutting, subsequently footsteps. Someone came home.

A/N: I hate to cut it here but I just don't want a chapter to take forever.
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