Ocean Eyes
1009 Words
Matthias' POV
The sound of my phone ringing woke me up, and I cursed as I got out of bed, being careful not to wake Lucas. I quietly made my way to the patio to retrieve my phone, not wanting to disturb Lucas after our intense night together.
It was Mariam calling.
I went into the bathroom and closed the door behind me. I did not have the foggiest idea of why she was calling, bit I knew it was not going to be good. Mariam and I have tried to remain friends over the past few years, if not for anything but for the sake of our kids. I tried to clear my mind, I was having a bad hangover. Bit it wasn't really my fault, or is it?
"Hello," I said, clearing my throat.
"You're still up for it, right?" Mariam's cool voice asked, with a hint of her usual chastising tone.
"Up for what?" I asked, silently cursing myself for forgetting what I had promised this time. Last night, Lucas and I had gone to two nightclubs to celebrate his 30th birthday. I couldn't deny him the chance to let loose, considering his typically busy and mundane life as a chief neurosurgeon.
"For Heaven's sake! You promised to pick the kids up from school. I reminded you about my trip to Morocco last week. Don't you remember?" Mariam's tone rose slightly. The tone was enough to silence any grown man, including myself, although I had grown accustomed to it. Still, it sent a slight shiver down my spine.
"Of course I remember," I lied, attempting to cover my tracks, knowing I had failed miserably.
"Of course you do," Mariam retorted sarcastically.
"Babe," Lucas called from the bedroom, as he shuffled around in search of his slippers, making his way towards the bathroom door.
"I will pick them up before 8, as promised," I quickly assured Mariam, as the bathroom door opened in sync with my response.
Lucas, with his sleepy eyes and disheveled hair, looked at me. He was cute, even in his morning state.
"Is that Lucas?" Mariam asked. The topic of Lucas always brought a certain tension into our conversations, despite our attempts to remain friends after our divorce. We had managed to make the divorce as drama-free as possible, but the lingering emotions were still present whenever Lucas's name was mentioned.
I subtly stepped away from Lucas before answering.
"Yes, he says hello," I replied, speaking softly.
"Say hello to him too. Be here before 8. Bye," Mariam said, ending the call.
"Who was that?" Lucas asked, rubbing his eyes and yawning.
"It was Mariam," I replied, moving towards him. I pulled him closer and kissed his forehead. At 6 ft 5, I towered over him, despite him being a decent 6 ft tall.
I whispered into his ear, "Are you sore?" and playfully nipped at the tip. He moaned in response, and as I squeezed his buttocks, he chuckled.
"No, no, not this morning. You exhausted me yesterday night until dawn. I'm super tired," Lucas weakly protested.
"Really?" I asked, slipping my hands into his pajamas to feel his hardness. I laughed softly at his reaction. Gently holding his chin, I traced my fingers over his lips, feeling him shiver slightly as his body pressed against mine. I slowly leaned in and placed a soft kiss on his lips, being careful not to apply any pressure to make him know I was teasing him . Then I pulled back.
I saw the longing in his eyes, those blue ocean eyes, his desire burning for me, but I didn't want to let lust cloud my judgment as I knew he was still sore. He wrapped his arms around himself.
"I have to take the kids to school today, I promised Mariam," I said, walking into the bedroom.
"Don't you have to meet with Mr. Beckham?" Lucas asked.
Shit! I had completely forgotten about that too. I mentally noted not to drink to stupor next time. Lucas noticed my agitated demeanor and came towards me, holding me.
"I can pick up the kids and drive them to school. You know that meeting with Mr. Beckham is extremely important," Lucas said.
I was supposed to meet with Mr. Beckham, a renowned lawyer who could help me close a deal on expanding a government hospital. Securing this deal had been a lot of hard work on my part. I had to close the deal today or risk losing it to another contractor. By the way, it was through my real estate profession that I met Mariam.
"No, I will call his secretary and have the meeting rescheduled for the evening," I said, and then silence followed. Lucas knew that I didn't want him to barge into Mariam's house, and I would rather risk losing this contract than face Mariam's wrath.
"Fine," he said, walking out of the room. I knew he was hurt. At this point in our relationship, I hadn't allowed him to cross the boundary of my kids and Mariam yet. It would take time, but I hoped we would get there someday.
And as I was about to enter the bathroom to take a shower, the door was forcefully opened.
"I love you, Matthias. You've met all my family members, my mother, my sisters, and their children. You even spent Christmas in my family's house. But you never let me in, never! We'll be in this relationship for two years next week, and if you still find it f*****g strange that I want to help out by driving your kids to school, then I don't know what the f**k we're doing!" Lucas shouted and stormed out.
I was shocked, speechless, and maybe a bit amused. In our almost two years together, Lucas had never used such strong language. Though we had our fights, he never raised his voice at me. Maybe I deserved this.
I sighed and slipped into the bathtub, letting the soapy water relieve my stress. I'll deal with Lucas later.
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