Spreading Rumors About Mr. CEO (LGBT)

Chapter 22

Chapter 22

Josh Heid Thompson

I had been trying to contact him, but he was not answering any of my calls. I bet he wasn't even holding his phone, or his phone was low battery. Or just that he was too angry at me. Most likely the last part. I mean, I didn't appear at our date. God, I was such an asshole. 

Rubbing my face with my hands, I groaned and shook my head disappointedly. I was disappointed of myself. I should have thought of this. f**k. I wouldn't be surprised if Ezerette wouldn't want to talk to me anymore. But I did not want to go to that point. We were starting to start something here. We were starting to... like each other. But now I did this f*****g thing. 

I had received calls from Mom, Dad and Yumi. They kept asking where I was and I did not want to answer them. I did not even want to talk to them or even see their names or whatever. And it felt like I cheated on Ezerette with my ex-girlfriend. Ezerette. Ezerette. Ezerette. It was so hard not to think his name or his face. Everything about him was amazing.

Going back home, I tried to clear my mind but so far, I was not doing it right. All I could think about was Ezerette and how I had hurt him. He could be anywhere. But I had a clue. He could be in his best friend's house, Cheena or something.

I had sent Eclair a quick text message about Cheena's address but he did not respond at all. Sighing, I went straight ahead to my house.

Two cars were parked in front of my house. One for Yumi. The other one was from Dad. They were here in my house and I bet I would receive an earful of complaints about this and that and how I was being rude and all. I was tired to this. I took a deep breath and went inside the house. When I got to the living room, Yumi was texting on her cellphone, probably bored or something. Mom saw me and she had this angry expression on her face, which did not surprise me at all.

"Josh, where have you been? We were looking for you and you left Jinky at the - " Mom ranted as she paced back and forth.

"Mom, stop," I said, my voice tired. My shoulders were sag and heavy and I was really worn out. All I wanted to do was to rest and have a good night sleep. But Mom continued.

" - party. Everyone was trying to look for you and Jinky said that you've just ran away with no explanations. Some of the camera caught you running and now, it might be a bad thing for the company." 

"Mom, please, I'm tired," I said to her as I massaged my temples.

"No, don't. Josh, I'm so disappointed at you." Mom said as she shook her head. "I brought Jinky so you could be her date. And I think you ran away because of your husband, who, by the way, is the lamest of the lame."

"Don't you dare insult Ezerette!" I shouted, glaring daggers at her. Yumi jumped out of her seat and stared at me with wide eyes. Dad's jaw hang open. It was the first time I had ever raised a voice them. Mom's eyes were staring right at me and she was really shocked. "You can say shits to me, you can do whatever you want. I don't care. But don't you dare insult Ezerette. I'll be your enemy if I hear another negative word or negative idea coming out of your mouth about Ezerette. Don't test me."

"Hey, do not talk to your mother that way." Dad said as he furrowed his brows at me. His eyes were full of disappointment. I scoffed.

"Right," I said sarcastically. "Because I'd rather cheat than express what I'm feeling. Okay, that's right, Dad. I understand."

"Josh!" Mom exclaimed as she glared at me. Dad sat there speechless, probably wasn't expecting me to be sarcastic at all.

"Why Mom?" I asked her, smiling wickedly. She pursed her lips. I knew that I had hurt her, that I had hit the sensitive part of hers. But I was beyond my limits. I couldn't control myself. "That's what I thought."

With that, I turned on my heels and decided I should take a rest. This had been a long and rough day for me. I shouldn't have gone to my Dad and Mom's anniversary. Ezerette was more important than the f*****g anniversary they had. Taking off my clothes, I had sprawled over to my bed and sighed. I was too tired to move, or to even keep my eyes open. But my lids were drooping, and soon, I was falling into a deep slumber.

+++

Going back to Ezerette's house at exactly 4:00pm, I found out that he had slept in Cheena's house. Her car was parked in front of Ezerette's house and she got out of his house a a few seconds. Cheena climbed in her car and drove off. For a moment, I saw a glimpse of Ezerette through the window. Even if it was brief, I saw how disheveled and stressed he was. It wasn't a good sight. It seemed like he had not had a good night sleep. He was sad

I took a deep, long breath and mustered a courage to say sorry. But sorry wasn't enough. I had hurt him and a simple sorry would not fix everything. I was scared that he would ignore me and throw away all those moments - bad or good - that we had shared. We were starting to open up to each other.

Walking until I reached the front door of his house, I took a deep sigh again and raised my hand to knock on the door. When I did, two times, the door swung open, revealing a very disheveled, sad Ezerette. There were bag underneath his eyes, indicating that he had not slept very well last night. As I began to open my mouth, the door closed in front of my face with a loud thud that made me wince.

I knocked again. Harder this time.

"Ezerette, please open the door," I said, still knocking. I could just open the door and barge in, but that's not right. This was Ezerette's home and I had no right to barge in even if I wanted to.

I heard some muffled voices inside his home. Ezerette's mother was speaking, lightly scolding Ezerette. I could almost imaging Ezerette running his hands across his face in frustration. Ezerette wasn't speaking. This time, another voice spoke. Even though it was muffled, I could still the words. It was Ezerette's father speaking.

"That guy, Josh, is bad for your son, hon." Mr. Mclane stated. My heart winced at the statement. Was I bad for Ezerette? Was I not good? Was that the reason why Mr. Mclane didn't like me for his son? It hurt to know that I'd never be good for Ezerette. But still. I had to try my best.

Knocking again, I practically begged, "Ezerette. Please talk to me. Let's talk. I'll explain everything. Just please open the door. I'm not going home or leave this place until you talk to me."

Everything became quiet. Then their conversation ended. And I was left alone here waiting for Ezerette to open the door for me so we could talk. I meant what I said, that I'd never leave this place until we talk. But Ezerette was stubborn too.

Then the fear became real. Ezerette hated me. He never wanted to deal with me again. The sky was getting darker and darker as every minute passed by. I kept knocking lightly, pleading for Ezerette to open the door for me.

I was waiting for him to open the door. I was in the exact situation like he had been last night. He was waiting for me last night but I did not come. I was waiting for him to open the door for me, to let me in, but he wouldn't let me. And it hurt.

The rain began to pour down, and in seconds, I was soaking wet as I stood up in front of Ezerette's house.

"Ezerette, please!" I shouted as the rain splashed me with huge droplets. Besides me shouting, the rain hitting the paved road could be heard. I then sat on the floor.

I was beginning to shake because of the cold surrounding, and the rain did not help at all. I could feel my teeth clunking with each other as I hugged my body to keep me warm. But even my arms were no help - it felt cold, too.

And the door swung open. I looked up and saw Ezerette giving me a blank look.

"Come inside," he said monotonously. I stood up quickly and practically ran inside his home. Ezerette rolled his eyes at me. When I got inside, Mrs. Mclane was giving me a sad look and as usual, Mr. Mclane was ignoring me. Eclair was typing on his phone with a smile on his face.

Ezerette led me to his room and when we reached it, he threw a white towel at me.

"Ezerette, thank - " I began but he cut me off.

"Shut it, Josh." He said as he rummaged his closet for clothes. "Wait for the rain to stop and go. We have nothing to talk about." His voice was dark and cold. It was like he was million miles away from me. But I couldn't stand it.

I walked over him and wrapped my arms around his torso and rest my head on his shoulder.

"Please, Ezerette." I whispered sadly, tightening my arms around him as he began to pry me away. A tear slipped my eye and it landed on his neck. "Don't abandon me like they had. Please..."

Ezerette had stopped rummaging in his closets and he turned around me to face me. He looked at me dead in the eyes. His eyes softened and I hugged him once again.

"I don't want to lose you, Ezerette." I said, burying my face in the crook of his neck. "I don't want to. I know I've been a d**k to you. And that I never came on our date last night, and I'm sorry. I know sorry isn't enough, and sorry isn't the one you like to hear from me. But for now, that's the best word I can say with sincerity. And I don't know what to do to get you back. Just... just give me one more chance and I swear to my life that I'd never hurt you again. Please, please, please Ezerette."

"I so hate you, Josh Heid Thompson." He said with a chuckle, hugging me back. He sighed in contentment and inhaled my scent. "Now take a bath before I change my mind."

"We're now okay?" I exclaimed, looking him deep in the eyes. He nodded with a light smile and I felt like God had granted my dream. To be the number one. Not in the business world, but in Ezerette's heart.

"Why? Don't you want it?" He asked, furrowing his brows.

I shook my head furiously. "No!" I said and planted my lips against his. His lips were even warmer and softer than the last time I felt it. It was really good and heavenly. I pulled away. "Thank you, hubby." I planted a kiss on his forehead and then decided to take a bath before I catch a cold.

With a grin on my face, I hold his hand and tugged him into me. He groaned.

"Oh, look, you're wet too." I said, smirking. "Let's take a bath together. We might catch a cold."