Chapter 7 a - All Too Well (Present)

Romeo's POV

Everything's onset and the restaurant was ready to close, my manager extended his thanks and gratitude to me and reached out a brown envelope with cash – the money I've worked hard, then I leave right away after my little speech.

I'm being grateful for the opportunity that they had given me, it supported my allowances and other stuff in school but I am more glad to have a boyfriend that never leaves my side.

I opened Kris' apartment and to my surprise, he isn't home yet. It's past eleven and I'm a little uneasy, I haven't got any messages from him. I changed my clothes and pulled my jacket, that was hung from the chair of the nightstand and dashed off.

I made my route to the coffee shop where he mentioned they'll be meeting. I clasped my phone from my pocket and checked any message from him but I read nothing.

Few more steps and I'll be having a sight of the joint. I was standing across the street and I could certainly tell that it was him. The shop was closed and the only people left were him and Daniel – of course, they can occupy themselves with the whole place 'cause it was owned by Daniel's family.

I fished out my cell and dialed his digits. It was ringing – does he wanted not to pick it up, from my spot it was clearly visible that Daniel caressing his back while he was handing him a mug of coffee – then he answered.

“Hello?” he told from the other side, I laughed a bit, exhaling the anxiousness kindling from me.

“Yeah! So, you need me to fetch you up?” not swaying my sights from them, now Daniel massaging his shoulders and he seems to like it. Could that bastard stop flirting my Kris, he's touching him with his sinful hands?

“No. I'm good, Daniel will drive me home, he told me,” and a soft moan escaped his mouth – I heard it, now he's got the core sharing it with Daniel, which I only wanted that on our bed. My heart's pounding.

“I'll be home in a little while,” Kris added, I nodded through call and gulped, I have nothing more to say – what I've witnessed is enough.

I get jealous easily and I couldn't help myself and maybe that's a normal emotion of a teenage boy growing up. It is not that I don't want Kris to hang out with others or I have no trust in him but people were kind of deceiving nowadays, – and the fact that I didn't know Daniel well. And as his boyfriend I kind of hate him.

“I know you're exhausted every after work, and I don't want to be a bug from your hectic schedules. I'll be fine, okay?”

“Don't worry about me. I love you..” Now, he got the confidence to look sweet, while he was trying to ditch me with his friend – or I don't know but Wow! What a talented person.

“Okay. I love you too.” I replied weakly, concealing the angst that was driving me. I ended the call and keep lurking from the shade under the post.

‘f#*% you Daniel – f#*% you!’

I walked off from all the lies and drama I'm watching. I made my entrance to a convenience store and selected some bottles of liquor. There's this thought bugging inside – that Kris was disappointed about me. How I easily offload my education and I'll never be a perfect man for him. Unlike, Daniel, he was rich, intelligent had a wholly loving family just like him – while all I've got was a miserable life.

I drowned myself with alcohol and killed my emotion till the period ticked – I was a bit drunk and time to go home.

I opened his apartment's door roughly and he was standing looking faultlessly with his ever perfect demeanor and turned shocked of my appearance.

‘That's my boyfriend – My Kris’.

My sensations blazing up with the help of the booze, nailing him on his tiny nightstand, crashing my lips to his as I didn't let him say any words – he was surprised more like tensed. My tongue slithering flawlessly inside his mouth while I'm gripping his throat. He pushed me away though it's forceless I let go.

“Are you tipsy?” he asked breathlessly.

“Where have you been?” as an etched line drawn on his forehead, I didn't reply, I keep my steadfast look at him with a tiger's eye.

“Are you out of your mind?”

“No! But you're driving me crazy!” And I reconnected forcedly our once been locked lips, his mouth had a smooth aftertaste of apple fresh from mouthwash and I knocked him down on the bed. I'm positioned atop of him and blocking his body with my body – letting my desire take over me.

My kisses tracked the crook of his neck. From my posture, he got the chance to propel me forward — strongly. He was panting from our intimate kiss – or it was just only for me. His eyes enlarged and said, “What's wrong with you?”

Did he just tell me that I'm not doing my best to pleasure him? Did my moans never engage like it was before?

“Why?” I looked at him, my right knee pierced on his groin, my arm rested on the upper left side bed above his shoulder and the other on his chest.

“Did Daniel overthrew all of my performances?” I expectorated obtrusively. I don't know why I said it, but inside of me were angry, jealous, and possessive, and all of it boosting me at the moment. He didn't say a word and a flashing slap came landed on my face forcefully.