I hear him cracking up, which makes me angrier. The situation I am in is very embarrassing, but I couldn't get out of it until I collected enough thoughts to act with confidence.
"Click." I hear the click of a camera bringing me back to reality, I pick my face up from his crotch to see him with his phone up taking pictures, this jerk.
I angrily look at his ugly face, and he continues to snap pictures of my face, a smirk adorns his beautiful, wait ugly face, like he is having a time of his life.
"Ugh… Give me that." I cross my arms and glare at him.
"Come and get it, or you are afraid you will end up using my crotch as a pillow again?"
"That was a mistake I tripped and fell, just give me my phone and delete those pictures in your phone."
"You are no fun you know that?" he says, handing me my phone, which was still in the conversation between Carl and I, with his ridiculous response. "Joke, hahaha, man you are so desperate, besides I am with a man I love, and we are both laughing at your desperation Carl." I read his response aloud.
"Really Heath? That was a bit mean," I said to him.
"Come on I am getting you revenge the least you can say is thank you," he shrugs putting his phone away, which he didn't delete those embarrassing pictures.
"Heath, I said you should delete the pictures," I scolded.
"I will delete them later, let's play the game." I roll my eyes, I can always delete them myself, ugh. I pick a card from the deck, and we presume our dare or drink.
"Text one of your exes that you are going to be a father" I read the dare laughing, but he is stoic, he rubs the back of his neck with a smile before replying.
"I do not have any exes."
My face would have popped by shock, like what does he mean he has no ex, like he didn't date at all.
"Don't give me that look, I never dated, never even had the desire to date, well in past at least."
"Oh…"
"I have commitment issues okay." He grumbles.
"But you have never been in a relationship," I say giving a suspicious look, he sighs giving me a sad look. "Fine you have commitment issues," I begin to feel sorry and wrong.
"My parents were in a very toxic relationship, so it affected my way of living."
"Sorry, I shouldn't have pushed further, you do not have to tell me anything okay." I reassure him, he takes my hand and yank me into his arms, "wait, Heath."
"I want to tell you about my parents' volatile love story," he whispers burying his head on my neck. "Stay put, okay?" There is a hint of sadness in his voice.
"Sure." I say as I hug him, it feels like he needs the hug.
'So, my mom and dad were what most called childhood love, they grew up together as friends and dated from high school until getting married. Cute right? That is what most people said back then.
My father was from a wealthy family and my mother was not, there were no big set back because of their statuses though."
"Oh, so your grandparents didn't care about your father dating someone from a lower-class family?" I ask.
"No, they didn't, everything was okay until they got married, and father had to now inherit the company from grandpa who was retiring. That is when mother changed, she began to be a heavy drinker and going to strip clubs, many say she might have cheated on father sometimes, but it wasn't as clear.
She got pregnant with your truly after about two years of marriage, father was over the moon, mother on the other hand wasn't having it, she wanted to abort as she thought the baby would make her fat and unattractive.
She decided to keep the baby, but she did all those sorts of thing to 'accidentally lose the baby.' Drinking, smoking, she would constantly go to sushi restaurant during her first few months of pregnancy. Clearly it didn't work because here I am."
"I am sorry Heath, that was an awful thing to do." I say hugging him tighter, I feel him sigh.
"But that was not the worst thing yet, well after pregnancy she handed me to my grandmother and left, like she left and started traveling for a whole two years before returning home, 'at least he is not ugly,' that is the first thing I ever heard from her.
After returning for two years my father was broken, though he was a busy man he had never neglected me, he was always there raising me along with my grandparents. She didn't get any better though, she started being a clear cheat, she would bring men in the house and tell me to 'stay out her way and not to disturb her' I don't know the number of men father had to chase away."
"Didn't he file for divorce?" I asked him.
"No, that man was a fool for love, like he would cry and tell her to stop, but he would never leave her, he loved her so much that he would watch her be with other men. My grandparents begged him to leave until their grave. It all happened until I was about eighteen, when I was old enough to take over the company."
I feel his tears wet my shirt, he had stopped talking for a while, I clench my fist in anger, why is he even telling me this? Why does he trust me so easily?
"My father told me he was taking his life one day, I tried to stop him, but he was too stubborn, he didn't want to leave mother and he didn't want to watch her cheat either, so he decided to take his life, he said he held on until I was old enough to take care of myself.
But mother came back pregnant, claiming it was father's child, and he bought it, that dumb fool bought it, he even helped her through the pregnancy. I had already stopped investing my time in their relationship, like they could break each other's hearts for all I care.
He raised him, my little brother, mother was absent again, but she was a better mother to him than me. Their relationship did improve, but that was only until mother started having another affair with Lucas's father. Well, she was having an affair with him for a long time, he was even the father of my little brother that father was raising."
"Wait like the same the Lucas Gram? The one we are vacationing with?"
"Yeah" he chuckles a little, "like that is how we became friends, those darn cheaters would leave the child with Lucas to go galivanting, we planned to expose them in the most fun way possible. We had their respective partners catch them in bed together. well worst idea, when father found out about the affair and knowing that Jack wasn't his it was the last straw, he had a heart attack right there and then."
He kept quiet and continued to bury his face deeper in my neck, a flood of tears began flowing out, I myself felt tears water my eyes.
"I would like to believe it didn't hurt since he had already told me he was going to jump off a bridge, but I'd be lying."
"Oh... Heath, I am so sorry."
"Hey, it is fine, I am okay, I am strong man you know?" he let out a fake chuckle.
We stayed in each other's arms for a while before the tense mood subsided.
"We can stop hugging now, right?" I say to him, he peeks at me before asking, "can't we stay like this for now?"
"What why are you so clingy?" I am asking to push him away.
"Remember I told you in the past I had never had the desire to date?"
"You are not going for another sob story, are you?"
He chuckles at my sarcastic response, even with my protest he does not let go of me.
"No, not a sob story," he says bringing his lips closer to mine, "I just think I want to try the whole dating thing you know."
"Oh… good luck, want me to help you, I suck at it though, but I can try and help."
"Hmmm… wouldn't that be nice," he plants a soft kiss on my lips, "yes help me,"
"Well how can I help when you are… Heath" I call his voice softly as I feel his hand under my shirt.
"Let us try it, you and me, try this whole painful and beautiful love thing" he continues to kiss all over my neck, "I might have some cheater genes in me, but I swear to be loyal to only you. Hell, one day we might even rival the Eastons.'"
"Are you jealous of the Eastons'? wait, Heath." I try to protest, and I say try because I really didn't want to as he takes my shirt off, "you know we cannot do this, think of Carl."
"What about Carl? He is your ex, isn't he? Why should we think about him?" he stops everything to ask, "come one Fiona, answer," he asks planting another kiss on my lips, I feel my bare chest rub against his chest.
"He… he is your friend, I don't want to get in between friendships."
"Ugh... that's a pretty dumb reason." He says before passionately kissing me, he doesn't seem to be willing to stop this time, "give me a valid reason next time okay." He says in between kisses, his right-hand massaging with my nipples.
I finally give in, wrap my feet around his waist, he is lying about wanting to date me. But getting great s*x out of it seems to not be a bad deal you know; I thought as I let him carry me to his bed.
That was until we hear a knock on the door, "there is someone at the door" I mummer, "it is the neighbors door." "Yeah, my door Heath. Ugh…" I push him before getting off his bed.
"Fiona are you in?" I freeze completely when I hear Carl's voice call out. Crap, it seems that we are now in trouble.