Chapter 73
Marcus
I turned my attention to the beeswax mahogany teakwood candle on the table beside me. How the fuck do I explain that I feel the urge to spill my mind to her and tell her every single thing going through my head?
I badly wanted to tell her I was scared of losing the important person in my life–Ian but I still couldn’t tell if lan told her.
It is such a sensitive matter and I wouldn’t want to be messing things up. But she should at least know about his health, right?
I was conflicted about that so I tried brushing it off my head. How about the way I feel whenever she’s around me?
She flung her hair and turned to leave and I was this close to stopping her but I stopped myself instead.
“Thanks for the book,” she said and sniffed before nabbing her lashes with her hands. “I can’t believe I cried, had a panic attack, and even told you crazy stories about my childhood.”
“They weren’t crazy,” I muttered. “I mean, not completely.”
She huffed Whatever. I have to go. I remember you mentioned something about Ian coming over. Was that just to scare me?” her brows narrowed. “Never mind, don’t answer that.”
“Thanks again,” she said raising the book.
“Welcome.” I stretched out my hands and gestured to the left. “You can use the elevator to get you to the bottom faster sò you don’t have to run into–,”
“Your son,” she finished. “Noted.
And Paul… he’d be the biggest pest.
The door locked behind her and I sighed in relief. It felt like something was taken from tell if that’s a good feeling or not.
my space and my chest. I can’t even
I shook my head and tried to get back to what I was doing before the knock. Shit, I was uh–right, I was trying to get my sleeves rolled up.
I raised my arms to check if I put deodorant after my shower. Somehow, I hoped I smelled good when I was trying to ease her panic.
Placing my hands on my hips, I exhaled and paced around the room trying to attain a level of composure. I had no idea what else I could do or say or-“This is stupid.”
How on earth do I lose my focus just because Melissa showed up at my house? It may be a little deeper than that but still, I shouldn’t be feeling this way.
For the ninth time, I rolled up my sleeves and brushed my beard neatly. Just as I was trying to get all that done, the door pulled open again.
My brows furrowed at the thought of Melissa still being around. Shit, does she want to-
“There he is, my man,” Paul said charging through the door, followed by Ian.
I sighed and Paul frowned. “What? You weren’t expecting us this early?”
Ian scoffed behind him and kicked off his shoes before falling on the couch. “We’re fifteen minutes late.
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“True, but that’s not our fault. Why does your father look like he isn’t excited to see us?”
“Come off it, I shrugged and grabbed my phone from the table,
“Here smells sort of feminine,” he blurted and turned to Jan. “Don’t you smell it?”
“Don’t be an ass,” I warned. “That’s the scented candle.”
Paul chuckled and Ian joined him. “I guess Dad believes in gender equality.”
Fucking hell. I pinched my brows, irritated that I must deal with this.
“Let’s get out of here guys,” I managed to mutter as I picked up my shades and placed them on my eyes.
“What’s the ride?” lan asked with a smile tugged on his lips.
“A Lamborghini doesn’t sound bad for this kind of outing. We can even make do with a long ride that sends a thrill to the nerves.”
No, we can’t do that. I can’t have lan feeling too excited because excessive excitement can potentially impact his heart health.
“Well, who’s driving?” lan asked continuing the conversation with Paul. “It’d all be fun if we take one car.”
“You’re not driving,” I said. I wish there was a better way to say it but I just had to. They both turned to look at me and I stood my ground. “Ian isn’t driving. Paul, you’ll drive and Ian and I will be your passengers.”
“But–.”
“Don’t think about it,” Paul mumbled to Ian as he rubbed his back. “We’re having the ride anyway.”
That made Ian smirk and I could see that it made him feel better. Paul was the jerk but somehow he was a better guide for Ian. I’m glad he’s here and above all, that we could both be fathers to this guy.
Paul drove us to the bar; a magnificent new bar on the outskirts. The rustic space beamed with ambiance and dim lighting as we walked inside.
“Man, I can bet my entire fortune that their cocktails are the best in NY.”
“That’s a lot of betting there,” I warned. Paul jerked a shoulder as he waited for Ian to pass the bar. “So how about a conversation while zoning on the drinks.”
“Just drinks would suffice.”
Takey
Paul cast a boring look. Well, I wasn’t about to start spilling stories or listening to all the affairs he’s been having right in front of my son. I get it that Ian is an adult who has had sexual relationships too but I can’t deal with him whining and laughing about how many fucks his father has had.
Young or not, I’m still his father.
“I know what you’re thinking but I’ll tell you something better. You don’t have to.-”
My hands shot up quickly enough to stop his absurd reasons from escalating. “I get it and thank you for trying to explain.”
Ian snorted beside me and then burst into laughter.
“What are you both like— 25?”
“About a decade older than that,” I answered. “Right?”
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“More actually.” Paul confirged. “I think I have to get a new career, this one is making me forget I’m kind of old.”
“Hmm.” I huffed. “Tired of being a man whore, huh?”
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