Free You Can See Me by A. E. Via

elevators. He squeezed his eyes shut at the sight. Prescott looked stunning in his evening attire. The pin-striped shirt was untucked from his expensive-looking jeans, making him appear dressed up but casual at the same time. The blazer looked expensive, too, and so did his shoes. Everything matched and went together so perfectly. Ric found himself wondering if the mean lady had dressed him.
    Although Pres was blind, he didn’t move his head back and forth like Stevie Wonder or gaze off into space. If it wasn’t for the obviously custom-made, sleek black-and-chrome cane, then you probably wouldn’t even know he was blind. When he removed his designer shades, his beautiful blue eyes appeared focused as if he was looking right into you.
    Pres walked down the hall with one hand casually in his pocket, looking like he owned the world. The man had so much finesse to be blind it was ridiculous.
    Pres was only a few feet from the elevator when Mean Girl turned and gave Ric a seductive once-over. Ric immediately turned up his lip in disgust, making her suck her teeth at him and turn her head away. He heard her murmur to herself, “Now I’m stuck babysitting him all damn night.”
    Ric didn’t wait for Pres to reach the elevators. He opened the door to the stairwell and began to walk down the twenty flights of stairs so he could calm himself down.
    He didn’t know why he was reacting so defensively when it came to Prescott Vaughan, but something inside of him wanted to protect the gorgeous man…and make him his.

Chapter Twelve
     
    “Vikki, over here!”
    Pres heard a female yelling his girlfriend’s name, even over the loud music. The music wasn’t blaring like in a club, but it was still loud. Pres’s other senses went into overload. He smelled many scents: sweat, liquor, beer, cheap cologne, and lots of bad breath. The bass from the music made his chest vibrate. He tried to hold on to Vikki’s hand as she moved them quickly through what felt like a thick crowd. He was thrust into people and stumbled a little over a chair leg, when he finally pulled on her hand gently to get her to turn around.
    “What!” she yelled directly in his ear, making him cringe at the pain that caused in his head.
    He placed his hands on her waist and put his lips on the shell of her ear. “Please slow down, baby. I know you don’t mean to, but you’re knocking me into people and making me stumble. I think I may have knocked someone’s drink over back there.” He kissed her ear tenderly, enjoying the smell of her sweet perfume.
    “All right, fine. There’s a barstool right behind you. If you’re tired, just sit there and buy a drink while I find my friends,” she ordered.
    “Wait. I’m not tired at all. I can go with you to look for your friends. I was just saying you were kinda dragging me back there.” He tried not to sound too needy, but he didn’t really want to be left alone sitting on a barstool.
    “It’s all good. Sit tight. I’ll be right back.”
    “Vikki…Vikki!” he called out, but got no answer. She’d left him on the barstool, and he couldn’t fucking get up or leave. He didn’t have his goddamn cane or Josey. He had his cell phone, but he couldn’t call his driver or his assistant because he’d specifically told them they had the entire weekend off. He wasn’t going to call them at midnight and say, “Stop what you’re doing and come and get me from a bar.” He’d have to wait for her.
    “Hey, want a drink, buddy?” a male voice called from in front of him.
    Pres hoped the bartender was talking to him as he nodded his head. “I’ll have a Bud Light.” He figured he shouldn’t drink too heavily since he was still buzzing a little from the almost entire bottle of Merlot he’d consumed earlier and he didn’t know if he was going to be on his own for getting home. He reached into his wallet and felt for the bills that were folded longwise, his ones. He counted out five and reached out to hand it