Chapter 24
Josh Heid Thompson

Ezerette was grumpy. He had been in a bad mood since this morning. It was my third day here in his house and I felt welcomed. When he woke up, he just talked to his best friend Cheena and since then, he was in a bad mood.

Also he was giving me cold looks and shoulders. Everyone in the house noticed Ezerette's grumpy attitude. Eclair made a comment about it. He said Ezerette was just PMSing. He earned a glare from his older brother and shut up immediately. Ezerette was a badass when he was angry.

Today, he was watching a cartoon in the living room with a frown. It was time for me to go to work and I thought I overstayed here. Mrs. Mclane was so nice she let me stay here for days. Mr. Mclane, too.

I hated to go to work without clarifying things with Ezerette. But he wouldn't budge. I walked across the living room and tried to talk to Ezerette but he brushed me off. It made me think. Had I done something wrong again this time? Eclair was, once again, texting on his phone with a smile. Ezerette gave him a side look and never looked at me. I sighed. It was time for me to go and I thanked Mr. and Mrs. Mclane for letting me stay. They both gave a smile and I got outside. I hopped in my car and drove to my work. I had a lot of work to do.

As soon as I got to work, people were eyeing me. This was the first time I got to work for this week. Never in my life had I been tardy or absent. So it was a shock. But I had a reason. Reasons. When I reached the elevator, people were starting to scramble, getting out of the elevator until I raised a finger and they all stopped, their brows furrowing. I stepped inside the elevator and punched the 30th floor.

My employees were giving me curious looks as they tried to think what the actual fuck happened. I was never this nice. So they thought it was a miracle or something. We never spoke. My presence was intimidating. If there was a homophobe on this elevator, they never spoke. They knew me better. If one person made a snarky comment, he or she would be thrown out of this building immediately. But there was no homophone on this elevator. Klein, the openly gay, was working for me and he was on the elevator I was on.

One by one, people were getting off of the elevator until they reached their respective floors. Until I was left alone and when the elevator reached the 30th floor, I was greeted by Sylvia who had a huge smile plastered on her face.

"Good morning, Mr. Thompson," she said as she went to my side and escorted me to my room. She always did that every morning, as if I wad a kid needing a babysitter. I gave her a nod and asked her to give me a copy of my schedules for today so I could review and prepare. "Oh sure, Mr. Thompson. By the way, Mr. Westborrow called and he invited you and uh, your... husband to have a dinner with him."

Sylvia sounded awkward when she mentioned 'husband' and I was trying my best to let it go. I swear if she was a homophobe then there was no place for her here. I understood that she liked me but she needed to respect. But still, I gave her credit. She liked to work here for me. She was trying her best. And I hated to see her go. She'd be a big lose in this company. But if I had to fire her, I'd fire her regardless of our friendship.

"Sure, let him know that we're going to be there," I said to her, my tone was on edge. It was enough for her to get the hint. To be dismissed. She gave a brief nod before she turned left.

I entered my room and sighed. The files were stacked up on my desk. It was in the same position as I had left it three days ago. And now, another set of files was beside it. I groaned. These papers needed to be review so I told Sylvia no one should disturb me as I was busy reviewing files and all.

It was 5 in the evening that had me groaning. I was on the same seat, still doing paper works and I had not eaten yet. My stomach grumbled but I chose to ignore it. These files were more important as of now. I stretched my arms and legs and it made a crackling sound and a little bit of tension was eased off. I sighed and began to work again. There were a few files that needed to be double checked so I was skimming file after file. By the time 6, I was done.

Sylvia had knocked on the door and told me that the dinner would happen at 8pm. I nodded at her and massaged my neck. My body was tired and I still had lots to do. It was never easy for me. But it was the easier work for me. Deciding I should check my Facebook account, I grabbed the laptop and turned it on. As soon as the laptop powered on, I opened up a browser and checked my Facebook account. As usual, I had a lot of notifications, messages, and friend requests.

Scrolling through my timeline, I raised my brow at a particular article written by UsWeekly. I opened the link and read it all.

Major alert: Josh Heid Thompson brought her ex-girlfriend as a date to her parent's anniversary!

We all know Josh Heid Thompson, right? And as far as we know, he's already married. But according to one of the resources of UsWeekly, Josh had brought his ex-girlfriend as a date and Ezerette was nowhere to be found. It's kind of shocking that he never brought his husband as a date. But there's a lot of details hidden, right?

The party was for the anniversary of Josh's parents. Mr. and Mrs. Thompson were all lovey dovey at the event and we're jealous! The party was grande and people at a business world were invited.

I didn't read the whole article. But at the end of the article was the pictures taken at the party. It was mostly Jinky and I. Now that I was putting the pieces together, I let out a laugh as I remembered Ezerette.

Ezerette had already read the article and he was so jealous of Jinky. UsWeekly did not give names about my ex-girlfriend, but I bet Ezerette was cursing her. Smiling, I turned off the laptop and I informed all the staffs that they could take an early out. They were all happy and since I was in a good mood, over a fact that Ezerette was jealous of Jinky, I drove back to Ezerette's home so I could inform him that there would a formal dinner with Mr. Westborrow, or to him, Philip.

It was a complete torture. Even though Ezerette and I parted just hours ago, I missed him so much. I wanted to see him again and it felt like, somehow, I wasn't complete at all. Like there's a part of me missing. An important one. Without that specific part, I never knew what to do or how to act. It was like a brain.

As soon as I reached Ezerette's house, another black car was parked in front of his house. It was slicked and shinier than mine. I hadn't washed mine yet. But still, mine was better. Parking behind the car, I hopped out of the car and strolled my way to Ezerette's house. I knocked softly and the door opened by Eclair. He greeted me and motioned for me to enter the house. I did.

We walked to the living room and as I got there, my heart stopped and blood immediately boiled. It was this moment that I needed a guy or a samurai so I could kill a person without being sweaty and all. I should have brought a gun. But I did not have a gun. So I just stood there, with a jealous expression on my face. It took me seconds before I went there and tear the guy off of my Ezerette. I gave the man a cold glare and he frowned at me.

"Who are you?" I growled at him and he snarled. This man was irritating as hell and I wanted to kill him so bad.

"No," he said, rolling his eyes. "Who are you?" He put his finger on my chest and I took a step back. Ezerette rubbed his face with his palms and stood in between us.

The guy had a cropped hair, brown, and his eyes were as deep as the ocean. Dark blue. Or deep blue. Whatever. He was taller than me, a little, and from the looks of him, he worked out. Clearly you could see the muscles popping out. But I was never intimidated. This guy needed to know his place.

What's mine was mine and nobody could take it away from me. He'd have to go through hell before he could even lay a finger on my property or whatever's mine. Or whoever's mine.

He growled back at me and my hands turned into a fist, ready to punch the guy but Ezerette held my hand and I immediately relaxed.

"Trenton," Ezerette began, sighing. "Josh, both of you stop. Especially you, Josh."

"Me?" I asked him incredulously, wide eyes. I couldn't believe this. My hubby was taking this man's side. He should be defending me. He should stick with me, not to this bitch. "Why me? This man is a bitch and why do you know him? Who is he? Does he know that I'm your husband? Ha? Ha?"

Trenton's eyes widen. And I couldn't hold back the wicked smirk forming on my lips.

"Why so shock, buddy?" I asked him teasingly, still smirking. "Yes, Ezerette's mine and you can just go ahead and leave."

Ezerette face palmed and Eclair snickered. Then Trenton laughed, followed by Mr. and Mrs. Mclane. Eventually, Ezerette followed them. I felt left out. Something was wrong here. I furrowed my brows as I scanned them.

"Oh God, Eze!" Trenton exclaimed, still laughing as a tear slipped down his eye. "You never told me you have a husband. And that you're gay. But it's okay! Your husband thinks I'm taking you away from him. Oh my God, I can't believe it."

"Hey!" I protested. Everyone stopped laughing but Eclair was still snickering. I gave him a cold stare. He stopped. "Can anyone tell me what's going on?"

"Uh," Eclair began, smiling. "This is Trenton. Cheena and Layla's older brother. He just gave us a visit. Be careful, Josh. He has real guns. He belongs in military."

"Belonged," Trenton corrected, smiling back at Ezerette. "And Josh, he's right. I have real guns. Be careful."
"Oh God, that sounded sexual, Trent!" Ezerette laughed, shaking his head.

"Okay, this is it." I said, cutting everyone off. "Mr. and Mrs. Mclane, Ezerette and I will have dinner outside. Before we go home here, can you please throw this guy into the river? Thanks, Mom, Dad. Bye Eclair!" I practically dragged Ezerette.

I knew I was being an ass and despite Ezerette's struggling, I still dragged him. I also knew that we had to prepare, especially him since he was still wearing home clothes. I'd just lend him my clothes. Ezerette gave me a glare as I practically threw him into the car and I went over to the driver's seat and hopped in.

Ezerette was still glaring at me and I knew I had to apologize because of my actions. But I was really jealous and it felt like that guy had known Ezerette since he was born, which in fact, Trenton had. He knew Ezerette than I did. What the actual hell. I turned around and faced him, with an angry expression, I leaned down and grabbed his waist.

I whispered in his ear. "You are fucking mine, Ezerette. No one can take you away from me."