Chapter 72: Clubbing For Sleep
It was a Friday.
Any other Friday, Derek would have long been at the manor, done with dinner and going through a few work files, stalling until he could not anymore and had to fake like he was going to bed.
But this particular Friday was not like all the others. This Friday was different. Which was why, instead of going straight to the manor right after work, Derek had chosen to stay in the city. Heading straight for his penthouse.
When he had first bought it, his intent had been to move in permanently so that he no longer needed to commute every day. But he had ended up staying there for only one month before he had moved back to the manor. His mother, though she had not come out and said it, had missed him. And Derek had not been able to settle as easily as he had thought he would. Walking through the penthouse in the middle of the night without fear of being caught should have been a good thing. But all it had done was add something else to his insomnia...boredom. So it had not been that much of a hardship to go back to the manor, but he had still kept the penthouse. And it came in handy from time to time, just like it was useful to him that night.
Early Friday night and Derek was getting ready to go out club. Toweling himself dry after a long shower. Derek walked into his bedroom. He applied some lotion, and then turned to look at the clothes that he had left out on the bed before he had gone to get cleaned up.
A blue shirt, a size too small that would outline all of the muscles he had gained through swimming. He had been told in the past that the blue really brought out the green in his eyes. Whatever that meant. His jeans were artfully torn in places, they too were meant to draw attention.
Yes, they would do nicely with his plans for the night. Grabbing a bottle of lotion, Derek applied it generously. And then he dabbed a bit of cream beneath his eyes. Being an insomniac taking care of his skin, especially the skin beneath his eyes. The last thing he needed after everything else was to have tiredness that could be seen just by looking at the skin beneath his eyes.
With his skin taken care of, Derek went about getting dressed, his torn-up jeans coming first. Then he grabbed the skin-tight shirt and pulled it over his head. His outfit essentially done, he pulled on some socks, put on a pair of dark blue designer sneakers, and sprayed some cologne. Taking a look at himself in the mirror, Derek ran a hand through his hair, his biceps bulging as he did so. The untamed hair really brought the whole thing together.
Feeling as ready as he would ever be, Derek went down to the garage and selected a car from the half a dozen he kept there. His ride for the night ended up being a red beast, it was so low to the ground, Derek half expected sparks to fly as he drove it through the city streets. But none came and soon enough Derek was at Club 8.