Post by Deleted on Jul 8, 2019 16:29:07 GMT -7
FEBRUARY 23, 2025
"FUCK!"
Those words were exclaimed as he threw everything that sat on his desk in his study, to the floor. Brushing his arm to make sure that everything was gone, the sound of it breaking against the ground was satisfying, but not enough. He growled in frustration, kicking the broken pieces of the lamp and running his hand back through his hair. The house elf that he possessed, one that he knew the name was something that began with a P, quickly went to cleaning. Leaving the creature to his thing, he grabbed his coat and disappeared out the door, apparating away from his apartment.
The moment that Riley refused his marriage to the Rosier, both families were visibly upset. While the Rosiers no longer had any daughters to marry Wesley, they were especially pissed. They'd lost an incredible ally, and it meant that all eyes turned towards Wesley himself. Now, his father was breathing down his neck and had even called that matchmaking place to arrange a meeting with Wesley to find him a wife. Now, instead of later like he had hoped.
But that wasn't where he was heading, oh no, he was heading for the club. He needed to drink and dance with as many girls as he could before his freedom was gone. Well, his public freedom that was - he would inevitably sneak around and sleep with women. He wasn't one to be tied down, but he respected his father's choice in an arranged marriage.
Once he arrived at the location of the club, he slipped inside and instantly made his way to the bar, ordering the most potent drink out there. He had a feeling that people were going to judge him first on his brother's public outburst that surely had made its way into the tabloids. He had yet to read any, though, but it was only a matter of time.@vik
