" My boy, you really have to pull yourself together. The fact that your father left us doesn't mean that the world has come to an end", our housekeeper, Ma Erica said as she walked into my room and saw me crying myself to death. A lot had happened in just a few days; I had lost my father, spent a good amount of time in jail, and also sustained injuries that almost left my face scarred, my signature fine face.
" Look", she sat near my feet and I sat up to give her the impression that I was paying attention, " your late father; bless his gentle soul, would never have wanted you to be in this current state, feeding yourself tears for drink and isolation for bread. He would never have wanted you to stop living your life". My eyes which were puffy and dried up of tears were ignited, and tears started flowing effortlessly. I looked at her as I cried and she immediately understood the question on my mind, it was evident on my face - what life are we talking about? The one that ended with my father's? " The life that you had before he passed away", she was almost sounding melancholic, " it certainly will not be the same as it was but he would still want you to live the best of it, to finish school, get your degree, take over the company and go on many dates with those fine young men that always lurk around you like flies before finally settling down with one of them", she was massaging my hands, letting me know that all was fine. I couldn't help having an outburst, and I buried myself in her embrace as I let out all the stuffed emotions inside me, calling upon my dad as I cried into her arms while she gently stroked my hair, repeatedly saying that all was well. That reminded me about my dad all the more, who formed the habit of always saying ' all is well' after we saw the Indian melodrama ' Three Idiots '. Just like the main character in the movie; Rancho or at least something that sounded like it, dad would always tell me to deceive my heart into believing that all was well, just so that all would eventually become well. But alas, my heart knew the truth down to its last cell. There was no deceiving it and so I cried out that bittered heart, holding on to Ma Erica; the closest thing I had to a mother. She had left her family; her husband and nine children in Mexico to seek greener pastures in the U.S, just so that she could support her family back at home. She was employed into our household after getting into the states, and back then as a child I had witnessed her crying in silence. I had innocently confronted her, questioning her of her reasons for crying, that was when she opened up about missing her husband and her children. I had consoled her, and before we could figure out what was going on we had already grown on each other - that was fourteen years ago. " It's okay my boy", pulling me out of her embrace, " now, I want you to get into the restroom, freshen up, and come downstairs for breakfast, okay?" I nodded, too tired to say a word. She left the room and I laid back down on my bed, wishing that I could cover myself with my sheets and disappear. I conflicted with myself and ended up rolling out of bed and into the restroom. I freed my bladder of the heavy load it was carrying before picking up my toothbrush to clean my sour mouth. I couldn't fully remember what happened while I was brushing, it was either I swallowed the foam from the toothpaste or I didn't use a toothpaste at all, but I didn't rinse my mouth. I was even too distraught to remember how to walk properly, not to talk of brushing my teeth properly. I changed out of the clothes that I had been putting on for several days in a row, noticing how badly I smelled and eventually found my way to the dining table. Ma Erica had made my favorite - tilapia sandwich and a creamy latte. She came to the dining room, pretending to be looking around for something while just secretly making sure that I ate the meal. I took a sip of the coffee, it's taste blending poorly with my taste buds. The door to the sitting room opened up and Gianna stepped in, wearing a slim fit, red Dolce and Gabana gown on a black with gold pearls Prada shoes, together with a golden purse to compliment the whole look - she just seems to not be aware of her age. " Good morning", she greeted, welcoming herself and taking a seat next to me; she wasn't a stranger in our house, her status had even transcended that of a visitor. " You look terrible", she said, showing a concerned expression that made me feel quite uncomfortable. " Why are you here this early in the morning?" I had no time to exchange pleasantries. Cinderella had a godmother who had encouraged her to be courageous and kind in all situations, I had none, so to hell with trying to sound nice. " We have not held a shareholders' meeting ever since your father passed away, and his will is yet to be read", she said, cupping her hands on the table. " Are any of the shareholders making a problem out of it?" " Not yet, but I guarantee you, they will. If not this week, then the next, but they will surely make a move if you fail to do what is needed of you". I took another sip from my coffee, finally relaxing my nerves with its tender hot feeling. " Schedule a shareholders' meeting next week ", I said, taking a bite of the tilapia sandwich. I walked into the room with Gianna following behind. Everyone stood as I walked to the seat at the high end, in a fancy suit and tie, looking fresh and young, straight out of the package; as girls would normally say before I get to tell them that I was gay. I took my seat after which I signaled to the others to do so as well. I tapped the mic on my desk just to make sure that it was working, and then leaned forward to it, " Good day everyone. I dutifully apologize for calling for this meeting on a very short notice and for disturbing your schedule ", I paused, making sure that I had everyone's attention before continuing, " I've invited my father's lawyer, Mr Thompson to this gathering, just so that the needful will be done using due protocols", they knew what I meant, all of them, wrinkled faces and deceitful eyes all covered with either a neutral look or an insincere smile. I had gotten a lot of those insincere pitiful smiles at my father's funeral; there was no need for more. " Mr Thompson, please go ahead", I instructed the middle aged man that beside me. He moved to the lectern at the other end of the room as all eyes went from him to me, all ears eager to hear what he had to say. " Good day everyone. I am Mr Thompson, the late Mr Middleton's lawyer, and I am here under the jurisdiction of the state property law to read to everyone's hearing Mr Middleton's will", he spoke eloquently, grabbing everyone's attention. I bet they were just interested in what he had to say, not how he said it, " as the major shareholder of the company, with a total of 41% shares in stock, he had instructed that 3% of his shares should be moved to the company's departmental store. To all those whom he had borrowed shares, he had decided to let them keep the shares once they sign an undertaking contract of solidarity to his son, Mr Hunter Middleton. To that effect, he left 38% of his shares in stock to his son, making him the company's major shareholder and ultimately, the new CEO of T.K group", a round of applause was heard, all rhythmic as if they had all decided beforehand to clap in a certain way. I heaved, not that it wasn't expected, I just felt relieved. " But there is one condition to be met before the shares can fully become yours", Mr Thompson was addressing me, " before you will be able to take full control of the shares he left for you, you will have to get married to Mr Hazel Mcman", he pronounced the name more louder than other things he had said. I was lost for a second, wondering who the hell Hazel was, before it struck me; or rather I remembered: wet pants. " What! Hazel who?" I exclaimed, standing to my feet and shocking the entire room.Hazel's POV Getting married was one thing, getting married to Hunter was another. The news was everywhere in the business world, that before he would inherit his father's fortune he would have to be married to me. My parents were overly excited about the news, claiming that the marriage would strengthen their friendly bond with his late father; I wondered what kind of non-existential bond they were trying to strengthen, especially with a dead man. Why not visit a shaman or a church? Must I have to be married off? They never even asked if I was into guys in the first place before hurrying to marry me off to Hunter. My opinion was invalid and that was it. I got out of bed with a slight headache and made my way to the restroom. As I brushed my mouth, I felt the toothbrush prick my gum, causing a little bleeding in my mouth. I was immediately reminded of the beating, the bullying that left me with far more blood in my mouth than I had in my body. Hunter did it to me, he caus
" Who the hell are you?" I shouted with every air in my lungs, the sound coming out like a shriek. The figure with crossed legs slowly turned to reveal Hunter's face, his cold blue eyes shooting bullets into my chest. " What the hell are you doing here?" I asked, coming closer to the couch he was sitting on. There was no response. " I said, what the hell are you doing here?" " That is no way to speak to your beloved husband, is it?" he calmly said, the words ' beloved husband ' sounding like poop to the ears. " You still have not answered my question. What the hell are you doing here? And how did you even get in?" I was holding on tightly to my briefcase, careful enough to control my emotions before the case would end up smashing someone's head. " Your mother brought me here, and insisted that I stay. She probably expects us to consummate our marriage tonight", he said, making me wonder what was making me more angry about him; the fact that he was still sitting majestically o
Hunter's POV The gate's car type recognition system beeped, allowing the gate to open manually while I drove in. The drive to Hazel's place had lasted for about forty minutes; all thanks to how fast my car was. It would've probably taken an hour. His house was situated at Henderson estate, south of Nevada. The area was indeed great, with houses that seemed like Five Star resorts with beautiful gardens, thatched hut, swimming pools, water fountains and the rest. I drove into his aboard, surrounded by wonderful ornamental vegetation that were trimmed into different and yet beautiful shapes that led to the house. In front of the house was a water fountain, adding a touch of elegance to the outdoor space. " I'm sure you're going to love the house", my mother in-law, Mrs Mcman said when she had driven me to the house the day before yesterday, " Hazel is usually very well reserved and likes to keep his things orderly", she said, inputting the house code and ushering me in. I co
We smiled at each other, about to join the others in the living room when I magically tripped and fell, with Hazel falling on top of me. You know those scenes in movies where the girl falls to the ground in slow motion and the guy saves the day, grabbing her by the waist and both of them lovingly staring at each other in surprise and shock while a romantic song played in the background? I was always mesmerized by it, and I never believed that such was possible, I mean, not unless you're as light as a sheet of paper; even paper falls to the ground more speedily than those girls, especially in k-dramas. Well, not until that moment. I was pretty sure that the fall lasted for minutes because for the very first time, in-between that moment of tripping and getting to the floor, I noticed how handsome he was, how enchanting his green eyes were,cand how endearing his Adam's apple was - movies can really happen in real life. We landed on the floor, his weight against mine, his b
Hazel's POV His blue eyes. That was all I could see and just looking at them made me feel as if I was floating, all alone on a vast blue sea. But then something distracted me, a little pain in-between my legs, together a feeling that something was stroking me. " What the hell am I doing?" I thought to myself, jumping off of him from the floor only for my already hard dick to tear out of my underwear as I was standing up, fully erect like a giant anaconda right in front of Hunter. I fell silent. He fell silent too, and the only sound I could hear was the yucky sound of my dick growing harder and harder, getting even painful and brick-firm. I stared down at it and at Hunter, back to it again and back again at Hunter. His eyes were almost falling out of their sockets but I was quite convinced that mine had already fallen out, probably rolling somewhere on the floor. " Shit!" I exclaimed after ten seconds of staring back and forth at my anaconda and at Hunter which
Nobody told me to gently get my hand off the fridge. " I'm not gonna stay here and exchange words with you but I will tell you one thing: you better withdraw that lawsuit and drop those charges, or else....", I held myself from going further. It will be too bad if I don't get to carry out any threat I make so not making it in the first place seems safer. " Or else what?", he asked, his eyes piercing mine, staring emotionlessly into mine, " you and I know you can't do shit, so quit being so childish". He knew what he was doing. Hazel Mcman: CEO of IC corporations gets tried for sexual assault - that seemed like a very interesting news headline and that was what he was trying to create. I didn't want to think about what would happen if things should get to that level; our sales will automatically drop, our stock exchange would plummet, our investors will withdraw, it was a whole lot, and just thinking about it gave me the chills. He pushed me out of his way with his shou
Hunter's POV I stomped on my accelerator, increasing from 90 km/hr to 110 km/hr on a road that had a 50 km/hr sign. But I couldn't care less, not with the call I had received from my dad's secretary. Everything was becoming blurry, even more blurry as tears rushed down my eyes unknowingly. I overtook vehicles , speeding up like a mad man, honking so loudly to alert other drivers of my surly approach. I was almost thrown over through my car window as I sped over a speed bump, making me realize that I was too much in a haste that I forgot to put on my seatbelt. " This is the State Security Service, we request that you pull over right now", the cops behind me said with their speakers, obviously referring to me. They had started tailing me about three minutes ago, blasting their sirens to make me pull over, but that didn't seem to work so they ventured to their speakers. " The driver in the red Ferrari, pull over right now!" another voice said through the speaker, angrier than