Flying the Dominant Billionaire

Broken Friendships One

Flashback Continues...

Ollie was a fantastic dancer and a treat to watch on the dance floor. Leo loved his friend's suave dance moves. Any other day, he would have been proud of his friend. Not tonight.

Tonight was different. Leo had wanted to score with her girl. Instead, Ollie was the spanner in the works.

Blinding resentment and jealousy coursed through his veins, heating his face up and speeding up his heartbeats. Why the f**k did he have to come tonight?

Eleanor floated gracefully on the dance floor like a sensual limoncello waiting to be savoured, and Ollie expertly led her every move. Leonardo had reluctantly turned his bar stool around to watch. The slit of her gown rode all the way up to the top of her thigh exposing her delicate skin.

They were doing the Bachata, almost hugging each other as they moved. The sensual dance demanded proximity. Even though the dance floor was dimly lit, Leonardo saw every intimate part of the dancers' bodies touching. Fu*king w***e is enjoying herself! He finished the next glass of whiskey in a single shot, with his fury still rising.

Everyone else had stopped dancing to watch the two perform. They were mesmerised by the two dancers' chemistry. Even the bartenders were whistling and erupting with a collective gasp every time Ollie and Eleanor did a sexy step.

Leonardo felt as if he was an invisible ghost, with no one paying him any attention anymore. It was like he did not exist. Even Gina was hooting and clapping excitedly across the counter, spellbound by the passionate dance.

Ollie placed his thigh between Eleanor’s parted legs and Leonardo saw how she responded by lifting her ass and straddling him. The b***h must be rubbing her wet p***y on Ollie’s pants. Leonardo secretly wished he could dance. He wished it was him instead of Ollie sashaying with the s*x kitten on the dance floor. He wished Ollie hadn’t come to Boston tonight.

Leonardo turned his bar stool, to face away from the scene. He toyed with his empty pint glass. How long will this go on? They will probably keep dancing through the night. A slow feeling of revulsion consumed him.

He tipped the glass and watched it fall from the counter. Every second played out in slow motion as it hit the floor, shattering into a thousand pieces on impact. Leonardo’s heart thudded against his chest, even as the green monsterous jealously roared inside his head.

The music ended, and people clapped thunderously. Gina looked over at Leonardo. Had she heard the glass break? He could not help but notice the irritated expression on her pale face.

The clapping in the background was fading. He felt a touch on his shoulder as he bent down holding a serviette in one hand to pick up the broken glass.

Leonardo reacted with an immediate and violent twitch. Get your filthy hands off me! His thoughts were so loud in his head that he felt he had mouthed the words. His hand involuntarily touched a piece of broken glass as he jumped at the touch.

The cold sharp edge sliced his hand and pain shot through his arm. s**t! Leonardo winced and shook his hand. Eleanor grabbed it, holding it steady with a firm grip on his wrist.

“Can you please stop moving?” Eleanor’s sweet voice was dripping with concern. Leonardo turned his face to look straight into the captivating blue eyes of his sweetheart. He was transfixed.

Leonardo was spellbound by the way Eleanor had come to his aid. Completely unexpected, he thought to himself. He was absolutely tongue- tied. He stood still, watching her movements as a warm glow spread over him. His anger dissipated.

Leonardo followed her every move as she turned his hand, palm facing up, to inspect the cut. She took stock of the cut, turned to Gina and yelled, “Get me a clean cloth! Now!”

He did not bother looking at the cut. He did not care.

He just cared about the beautiful, sexy woman who was tending to it. Eleanor had not touched him before. How good does this intimacy feel? His arousal now mixed with his anger and his heart continued to race at a crazy speed.

He knew he was in good hands. Eleanor was deftly and expertly pressure bandaging his hand with a large, clean bar towel. She had smartly folded it into a bandage first.

Leonardo beamed as his buddies milled around him. Eleanor’s mouth went down over his hands as she bit into one end of the cloth, roughly tearing the exposed part down the middle. Her warm breath was on his arm for an instant. She was breathing in short gasps. Leonardo felt a slight tremble in her steady hands. She was anxious! That’s a real concern! All’s well that ends well.

As Eleanor tied the final knot, Ollie exclaimed excitedly, “That’s one hell of a bandage.” Leonardo wanted to punch his friend. Couldn't the id*ot stay away for a bit?

His buddies were calling it a night. They had a lot to drink. It was getting really late and some of the boys and girls were hooking up. The little accident with Leonardo was the final whistle. Eleanor reached up to Leonardo and kissed him on his cheek.

Leonardo was pretty sure it had lingered longer than a little peck. He put his arm around her, his other palm softly grabbing her ass. He inspected her skin through the fabric of her silver gown looking for some form of a panty line or a whale tail. Confirmed, no panties, no thongs!

Eleanor’s sweet raspy voice whispered in his ear, “You will need to see a doctor and have that cut stapled, cowboy!” She looked at Ollie standing next to him and exclaimed sweetly, “Will you please get your friend to a doc?”

Leonardo ignored this exchange. He didn’t even want to look at Ollie. The green- eyed monster consumed him completely.

He looked at Eleanor, who was smiling at him. He found the exposed part of the small of her back with his exploring hand. “Stay, please!” Leonardo whispered to her. “Come home, sweets,” he pleaded.

“Not tonight, babes,” Leonardo’s heart leapt hearing the endearment Eleanor used. Babes! Mamma Mia! “Say that again, sweets!” he asked her longingly.

“I live at the animal house, remember? Unlike you, not everyone has their own house in Boston, babes. I have told my roomie that I will be back even if I am late. Pick me up from my place tomorrow. Noon?” Eleanor purred. She picked up her stole and wrapped it around herself. “Stu is going to give me a ride back. Will I see you at the dorm tomorrow, then?”

Leonardo nodded promptly as Stewart Baker, their common friend, came up to them, as if on cue. “Ciao Bello. Leo__Nardo!” he touched Leonardo’s arm, blowing a kiss on the bandaged hand and turned to Eleanor, “Ready to leave your babe magnet and get back to the meatpacking district, love?”

Stu was a queen and came from a family who owned a successful fashion house in the US. He was probably the best- dressed person at any party, experimenting with different colours and styles, and still remaining tasteful. He did not make advances on straight men but was normally flamboyant.

As Eleanor left, with her arm in the crook of Stu’s arm, Leonardo was happy it wasn’t anyone else dropping Eleanor tonight. His pangs of jealousy were still lurking in the shadows. He felt hypersensitive and irritable. When Eleanor turned back and blew him a kiss, just before stepping out of the pub, he relaxed a bit.

Ollie stood next to Leonardo admiring Eleanor’s swinging ass. “What a glamour-puss. Are you rooting her?”

Leonardo wasn't happy with Ollie’s choice of words. “Maybe,” he replied flatly with a shrug.

Ollie didn’t catch Leonardo’s grumpy demeanour and continued excitedly, “What a nice evening! Should we continue the party back at your pad? We can grab a few six-packs on the way!”

“We should have gone to my pad before you came here!” Leonardo exclaimed cantankerously. “I could have loaned you some decent clothes.”

“What’s wrong with my clothes?” Ollie actually glanced at what he was wearing, reacting quickly to Leonardo’s effrontery. “You didn’t mention it was going to be a hoity- toity night. I drove 5 hours flat from work and left early. Boss lady was going to give me the boot!” Ollie sounded disconcerted.

Leonardo felt a bit befuddled. A memory flashed in his mind. The bastard’s hands were resting on Eleanor’s ass.

He chose to drive his point home before the night ended and he lost his mojo. “If you are coming to a party in Boston’s most expensive bar, for free booze and free samples, Mr Bon Vivant, you should have at least looked the part. It was an embarrassment in front of my buddies when you walked in looking like a tramp. If you can’t afford a suit, you could have loaned one for the night.” Leonardo spewed venom as in his head, he could still see Ollie’s thigh gyrating between Eleanor’s legs.

Leonardo saw the shock on Ollie’s face from his attack and felt amused. He wasn’t completely in his senses when Ollie said, “F*ck you, Lombardi. I am not a fuckin freeloader like your Mom” and stormed out of the bar.

Freeloader, Mum. Leonardo tottered after Ollie came out into the clammy and cold Boston night and spat on the asphalt as Ollie’s car disappeared around the kerb. Good riddance! He hailed a yellow taxi to get back home. He wasn't planning to drive home in this condition.

*** End of Flashback ***

He came back to the present as the sound of honking horn played in his head.

It had been 6 months since he had made an attempt to speak with Ollie. He was ashamed. Leonardo knew how much he had hurt his best friend.

It was completely unnecessary. Ollie had called his mum a freeloader. Well, he wasn’t wrong! He had defended himself that night. A good offence was the best defence.

When he dialled Ollie’s home phone for the 4th time, he knew he was going to say sorry. If not anything, I will say sorry. I need him, but if he does not forgive me, I will just say sorry, and that's that. Leonardo’s emotions were a muddle.

When Ollie answered, he just said plainly, “Mum’s at it again. I can’t handle it anymore!” his voice quivering.

“Just come home. There’s no one here. We will sort it out. Just come over,” the voice at the other end beckoned.

Leonardo cried after hearing his best friend’s reassuring voice. He got into his loyal Mustang waiting at the bottom of the hill. He already felt relaxed and brought the engine to life.

Leonardo eased the car out of Montauk point towards Ollie’s East Hampton farm.

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