Tempting My Bully's Boyfriend

Chapter 7 : Kol

i***t! Becca is an i***t. She knows how dangerous it's for her to get close to me but still she dares to kiss me. But the person I'm more pissed at is me, myself. I don't know what happened to me but I didn't stop her. In fact, I liked it. I enjoyed it. I enjoyed the taste of her peachy soft lips. Her soft lip pressed on mine felt like a soft juicy steak. I wanted to have a bite of it or would say every bite of her body?

Our bodies were rubbing and hardening against each other. f**k! What's wrong with me? I'm not single. I'm a boyfriend. I already have a girlfriend. I can't cheat on her. Especially not with the girl I respect the most.

Yes! I respect her. I respect Becca. She is my inspiration. Today if I'm a successful pastry chef and a really good grandson then all the credit goes to Becca.

SIX MONTHS AGO…

I was a dreamy carefree boy who had no serious responsibility. My life was all set. My elder sister was busy trying to impress my father and I was busy with my hobby-c*m-second love, my baking and brewing skills.

My first love is my grandparents. My grandmother is no more and I miss her very much. She was the one who inspired me to bake. All the recipes that helped me to get a Michelin star were actually created by her.

Womens in our family don't earn. Yeah, I know it's too misogynistic but it's the blind tradition which I have no mood or intention to follow. My grandmother always wanted to be a pastry chef but she can't be the breadwinner because of our sophisticated rules. However, her love for baking and coffee didn't limit to the four walls of our mansion. She opened a secret cafe, named "BREW & BAKE''. She used to say that I was her wing and it's me who inspires her to create new recipes. But after her death, both her recipes and her cafe were near to extinction.

When her body died, I couldn't help but her soul is still alive in her recipes and her cafe and I won't let it die. Not on my watch. Especially not, when she added me as the rightful owner of her cafe in her will.

In our family, again being misogynistic and sophisticated, males aren't allowed to work in the kitchen. My dad was furious when he heard about grandmother's business and her decision to hand it over to me. Grandfather suggested that I should sell her cafe but I didn't. I secretly continued the cafe and worked very hard to thrive in the cafe, or I would like to say "our cafe", the memories of love and happiness.

Whereas, my dad and grandfather were handling the biggest company in Sanidale. We were so proud of our family's success. No one in this world would dare compete with us, until and unless an ominous disease entered our lives. Coronary artery disease, an ominous disease that caused a heart attack to my grandfather; my buddy, my best friend, my partner in crime.

JUNE 7, 2022 AT BREW & BAKE

I was smiling at my flashbacks about my grandmother's and making a strawberry pie in my kitchen. Lorna, my assistant came and informed me about my grandfather.

When I heard about his heart attack, my whole body stopped functioning, a high volume pitch hit my ears. I couldn't hear anything except a high volume "pinnnnnnggggggggg…"

My hands went senseless, the blow on my hand slipped from my grasp and I could do nothing. The blow scattered on the floor and the pie filling was all over, red, the colour of blood or the colour of strawberry? My mind was clueless, my whole body was clueless then a drop of tear escaped from my eyes, dropped over the floor covered with broken pieces of glass and strawberry fillings. I ran. I ran as if it's my last. RAN, RAN and RAN.

All panting and covered with sweat, finally I arrived at the hospital where my grandfather was admitted.

SANIDALE CENTRAL HOSPITAL, VIP WARD, ROOM NO. 27

"Grandpa! Grandpa! No, you can't leave me." I hugged him. He was laying on his bed. "First grandma and now you. No! I can't, I'm not ready for this."

A warm hand caressed my hair, "I'm not leaving you, my little idiot." A breath of relief escaped from my mouth. "Thank god, you're fine."

"Of course I'm fine. Now let me go, you are suffocating me."

"I'm sorry." I pulled myself back, wiping my tears.

"Hey, why are you crying?" His forehead creased. "Is it because I said you're suffocating me?"

I slightly shook my head indicating "No".

A warm smile crept on his face, "You know it, your hugs can never suffocate me. In fact, it brings life to me. I was just being sarcastic with you."

I smiled. "I know, I'm not crying because of that. I'm crying because of your health."

His doctor joined the conversation. "Mr Morgan is completely fine. He has Coronary artery disease (CAD) due to which he had a minor heart attack. But now, he is completely fine and soon he can get discharged. But I strictly recommend him to take rest and avoid stress, as much as possible."

"We will take care of him. Thank you so much Dr. Brown." My dad joined in.

My dad's secretary entered the room and whispered something in his ear. The line of tension crept in his forehead and he left the room.

"I think you should check what's wrong with Michael." My grandpa ordered and as his order, I followed my dad.

"That son of a b***h Jordan. What does he think of himself? Does he even have standards to compete with us?" My dad flooded his anger.

"He already won a tender for the GKP Hydropower Project and now he is targeting other construction projects. If he gets them then our company will have to bear a huge loss. We need to consult with Mr Tobey." His secretary suggested.

"We can't. Dad can't take stress. We need to handle it on our own. Also, this will be a great opportunity for me to show my worth, if not he will donate this company to some worthless orphans." At first I was happy to see my dad's concern for grandpa. But now I've learned that my dad's one and only concern is his ownership of the company, I couldn't take it.

I walked back to the VIP room.

"What happened? What were they talking about?" My grandpa asked.

"They were talking about.." I was about to tell him the truth but I stopped. He can't take stress and he shouldn't. "They were talking about an important meeting. That's all." I faked a comforting smile.

His mouth curved into a smile. "You know, you're a very bad lier, Kol. They f****d up, didn't they?"

"Yes, grandpa." I bowed my head due to shame.

"I knew it. They can't manage a day without me." He looked at me with his eyes filled with hope. "You have to step in, Kol. I can't trust them. I want you to look after the company."

"I? I don't—" I gave another look to his eyes filled with hope. I can't reject my grandpa's request, but also can't work at his company because I'm committed to the cafe. Yes, at first I continued it just for my grandmother's memory, but now I love it for myself.

"If you won't then, I have to step in. I can't let that i***t ruin my hardship. I can't believe that he is my son or your father. He's a shame in this family…" My grandpa started complaining about my dad. The machine beside him started beeping, indicating his high blood pressure.

"Umm, I'm sorry to interrupt but Mr Morgan, you are not allowed to take stress." The doctor warned. "Mr Kol, you need to look after your grandpa. He can't afford raising his BP or stress level. Please, it is a request and if required then AN ORDER."

"Okay, doctor. Don't worry. I'll take care of him." I replied.

I didn't have the guts to reject my grandpa's request and also didn't have time to manage all my cafe, company and studies. I can't lie to him or give him a fake promise.

I can't leave my cafe, it's my personal therapy, it's my joy, it's my happiness and now my passion. My grandpa was staring at me, waiting for my answer and my heart was beating at the speed of a bullet train, waiting for my mind's decision. I don't know what to do and I can't take the stress I'm getting from my grandpa's continuous stare so I left the room.

I was sitting on the bench, fidgeting. Nervousness has crept on my heart and my mind. I don't know how to do this. How to manage all this stuff? If I leave my cafe then I might end up blaming grandpa for my sacrifice and might not focus genuinely on the company's pros. But if I won't, then my grandpa will take stress and if something happens to him, then I might blame it on my dream and doubt on my love and passion.

I'm not a superman. I can't manage them all and I'm not an Ironman either, I can't make sacrifices. I'm just a common young adult, who wants to make mistakes and learn from it but in my current situation, I can't afford to make mistakes. I shouldn't.

"Excuse me, can you move your feet." I heard a girl's voice and looked at her. She forced a smile and added, "please!" It was Becca. She was mopping the floor.

God damn it! Why is this girl everywhere? And what's her relationship with the mopping stick? I see it everytime in her hands. In college, in parties, in restaurants, in bars, in offices, in banks, in grocery stores and almost everywhere. Wherever there is dirt, I see her with her broom or mopping appliances.

The way she works, looks like she really earns a decent amount of money. But she looks really bad. I mean, her hair; greasy and messy, her face; dull and dry, her eyes; tired and puffy, her clothes; stained and dirty. She doesn't even have a fashion sense. All I've ever seen her is on a t-shirt and tight ripped jeans. I wonder where she spends all her money. She is a scholar student, I don't think she spends it on college. She is so thin and dull, she definitely doesn't look like she wasted it on food or parties. She is indeed energetic as hell, which means there is no chance she spends her money on drugs.

Now, I really wonder, infact I'm curious, what does she do with all her money? Is she saving it for the future? If she is, then she is the biggest stupid, because in the age of investments, doing savings isn't a fair deal to an energetic business student.

What the f**k??? What the hell am I doing? I was worrying about my multiple responsibilities, my grandpa and my dreams and now I'm analysing Rebecca Rogers's personal life? I must have gone insane. I hate this girl. She drives me crazy and curious at the same time.

Well, it's not the first time that I've been curious about her. I have always been curious, since the day I met her for the first time.

Nobody has ever beat me in the case of a high score. But this girl, since 2021, she has always beat me in studies and once in a ping pong challenge at the freshers party.

"Babe, your brother wants to see you." A doctor or a medical student, I guess, informed her. The way they both were looking at each other, made me sure that they are dating or atleast sleeping with each other.

Wow! This girl has a boyfriend and a brother who's gonna be a future doctor, but still, she is cleaning everyone's s**t for a small amount of money. Now, this girl seems fascinating to me.

To be continued…