A.N. Who was super sick and had to wait several hours in the doctors office before being seen and wrote down another chapter in the back of her English 4 notebook in the mean time? :D This giiirl! So yeah...ENJOY! AND THANK YOU ALL SOOOOO MUCH FOR YOUR REVIEWS. :) Made me really happy! Also, anyone reading my other Suits fic, Mike& the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day, (which I recommend to anyone who likes MAJOR h/c Suits!) I will be updating as soon as I can! Thanks for your patience! It's highly appreciated! You're all awesome. :)
Chapter Two.
Mike was ridiculously unaware of the astounding impression he'd made on the senior partners and Miss Pearson so far. He was far too enthused interacting with Dante-the man was an absolute social animal and Mike was surprised no one had yet to interrupt their conversation to butt in.
As much as he was enjoying their animated conversation, Mike was starting to feel quite nauseous-which he thought was overkill since he'd only had a couple of drinks.
Dante noticed the abrupt change in the young mans' parlor and questioned him about it. "You're looking a little green there, love. Something the matter?" the concern in his tone was clearly evident as he took Mikes' chin in his index finger and thumb, turning his face toward his, to further scrutinize the associate.
From across the room a very pissed off senior partner planned Dante Shailors' funeral in his head. Didn't that man have any sense of personal space? There were such things as boundaries for a reason. Harvey had just had about enough of Dantes' blatant flirting!
Two clients near Harvey, both sisters and co-owners of their fathers' company, gushed over Dante in the corner. "He's so handsome!"
"Yes," the other agreed. "But he's so anti-social! I tried to talk to him once before and he completely ignored me." she sighed. "Which only made me want him more!"
The other sister laughed. "So true; look at those dark green eyes and those pecks and oh my God can his face be any more model-like?"
Harvey wanted to strangle someone. Preferably Dante. He was handsome too... Surely Mike thought so. Harvey shook his head. What was he thinking?
Mike had a mind to digress conversation but he really did feel awful. "I think I'm going to be sick." he swallowed back the bile in the back of his throat threatening to come up, holding onto the billionaires' expensive suit sleeve for dear life, knuckles turning white, as his world began to tilt, his vision blurring alarmingly.
Dante was literally the only thing keeping the associate on his feet at this point; he led the ill young man to the restroom carefully. To everyone else in the room the pair looked to be what most would consider very close friends, arms around one another's shoulder.
"That's it." Harvey muttered into his drink, standing up suddenly from the bar where he'd been brooding quite miserably for a while now, and stalking over to the mens' room.
He was not entirely sure what he'd been expecting when he entered the bathroom, but this certainly was not it.
A stall door was open wide, where a very pale Mike was hunched over the porcelain bowl vomiting fiercely. Dante was crouched down on his knees next to him, rubbing at his back like a parent would a sick child, murmuring comforting nothings into his ear as the younger man upchucked.
Harvey "gently" shoved the client away from Mike and took his place. He'd been watching him for most of the damn banquet and knew for sure that this couldn't possibly be due to the amount of alcohol he'd consumed-he'd stuck to a girly drink and had only had at most three in the several hours since the two had arrived to the event. "Mike, what's wrong?" Stupid question...he thought, even as he said the words, wincing as the only response to his question was more retching.
After several more painful minutes Mikes' bout of vomiting ceased, and he tried to catch his breath when out of nowhere Dante came over with a glass of tap water for him to rinse his mouth out with. Mike thanked the older man, his voice shaky as he did just that. Harvey glared at the eccentric billionaire. "You feel better?" he addressed his associate, making smooth circles on his back.
Mike nodded, "Much better." he replied. "Musta' been one of the appetizers I ate that went down bad or something." he justified, wiping his mouth with a napkin Dante handed him from his other side. "Thanks."
"You want I should take you home, love? You still look quite awful." Dante offered worriedly.
Mike feigned insult. "Is that any way to treat your newest concubine?" he hoped his joking would get the two older men to stop staring at him like he was about to keel over-even if that's how he felt, he thought miserably.
Harvey forgot all about his worry the moment the two started acting all friendly with one another and jealousy and anger were left in their wake. "Then get back out there," he got up from his crouched position next to Mike with a quickness that was almost superhuman, nearly knocking the kid over, if not for Dante at his side, who held onto him and kept him balanced. "You're going to make me look bad." with those harsh parting words, Harvey brushed himself off with a dark frown and got back outside where the banquet continued, food being served by well-dressed waiters.
"Your boss is a bit of an asshole if you don't mind me saying." Dante commented loudly, so that as he exited, Harvey heard the derogatory statement clearly.
Mike wanted to snicker, even crack a grin, but instead, found that his heart sank a little at Harveys obvious indifference.
His head was swimming still, his stomach in knots, and his vision blurring slightly every few minutes-the only good thing about having barfed was that he was no longer nauseous. All his other symptoms persisted with a vengeance.
"You sure you're alright? I don't want my bride passing out on our honeymoon." Dante helped him onto his feet with care.
Mike forced a smile. No, he didn't feel alright at all. In fact, he felt worse, if that was possible. Despite this, he nodded. "I'm good, let's go back out to that shindig, I think they're starting to serve the food."
Dante led the young man out, one hand protectively at the small of Mikes' back.
A.N. Not as long or action-y as I'd have liked 'cause I'm like, dying with the common cold here ._. but I hope you guys got somethin' out of it and review? :0 I love seeing what you guys thought! It seriously means a lot! :)