Ben's P.O.V
"I can't believe it's you man, I just can't believe you're back. How long are you staying?"
"I don't know yet."
"Why are you back mate?" He gives me a warning look. "I'm only asking because the last time we spoke you made it clear, repeatedly, that you would never step foot in New York again. So I want to know what changed. Is it-"
"No, it's not because of that."
"Oh, I see. Even after all this time you still can't tell him enough is enough can you." I say trying to hide my disappointment but more, my irritation.
"Don't." He warns. Strike one.
"It's been over thirteen years man, when are you going to start fighting for what you want?"
"I said don't." He says through gritted teeth. Strike two.
"Was losing A-"
"I said ENOUGH!" He roars banging the table and the whole restaurant comes to a hush. Strike three.
"Listen. I'm sorry man. I didn't mean to push, I just hate always seeing you like this. You are basically my brother, I just want to see you happy." I confess, seeing that he's calming down he sits back down.
"Look, I've got everything under control alright. Don't worry, I just need a favour from you."
"Anything." After Cy and I discuss in detail what exactly he needs from me, we spend the rest of the night drinking and reminiscing about the good old days. Cy and I go way back, when he transferred to England and into the boarding school I attended, we became fast friends, although back then he was a little broken. You'd think that he's not that guy anymore, that he's healed and you would be wrong because, unlike the rest of us who heal and let go, Cy just taught his heart to box his emotions up and shove them way deep down.
"I need to head home and you, my friend, need to do the same." He says helping me stand up right, too many tequila shots and not enough stories. Guiding me to his car I furrow my eyebrows.
"Wait, what are you going to use?" I slur out, I may be drunk but don't be fooled, I am still as sharp as I am sober just, less uptight." He laughs lowering my head and seating me inside. I slowly feel myself dozing off.
"I'll manage." I last hear him say.
Cy's P.O.V
"Eric take him home and make sure he's put to bed."
"Yes sir." He nods, closing the door then turns to me. "Late night sir?"
"I just have to take care of something Eric but I'll see you at home." Nodding, he enters the car, driving away. I haul a cab and when one stops I get in, giving the driver my destination. Arriving, I pay him, exit and press the front gate buzzer.
"Yes, may I help you?"
"Maria, it's me. Open the gate." She opens it immediately. "Thank you." I say entering and the gate closes behind me. She enthusiastically greets me at the door, hugging me as tight as she can and I smile down at her.
"Oh how I've missed you master Cy." She beams but soon let's me go, I guess she remembers that I don't like to be touched. I'm known for being described as a heartless and cold man and it's true, I'm only gentle with one person and tolerating with a total of four people, which would be Maria, Eric, Ben and my mother. The rest can suck my cock.
"I missed you too Maria, I especially missed your cooking and baking but don't tell my mother I said that." I confess, my mother would kill me if she heard me saying this. The house looks exactly the way I left it, thirteen years ago, even feels the same. Still cold and hollow. "Where is he?" Her face goes from a smile to a frown.
"Upstairs, in his office. Why don't I go heat you up a plate and put aside some dessert for you, while you go talk to your father." She suggests and I agree.
"At least I'll have something to look forward to after his shit." I say climbing the stairs. Holding the cold metallic rail I faintly remember how this house used to be filled with laughter and happy memories but that soon changed the minute I turned fourteen. My father stopped treating me like a child and more like a 'man'. With that came anger and isolation then, he basically ripped my heart out and threw me into boarding school. We haven't spoken since, he would call but he'd always talk to me through Amber, my secretary. I wanted nothing to do with him then and I want nothing to do with him now. Opening the door, I enter his office and he looks at me stunned.
"Cy, you're here." He says, shocked.
"You didn't give me much of a choice, did you John." I say coldly and his expression turns sour.
"Cy I am still your father and-"
"Cut the crap! You stopped meaning anything to me thirteen years ago, I'm here because unlike you I'm a man of my word. But I want to make one thing perfectly clear, after this I will owe you nothing." I spit out. His mouth curves into a sick smile.
"Believe whatever you want but me taking you to that boarding school was good for you, look at you now, cut throat just like your old man." He says proudly and I grimace.
"Give me the paperwork." I change the subject. He looks through one of his drawers and hands me a thick stack of papers.
"Go through it, familiarise it because we'll be finalising this deal pretty soon." Tearing my eyes away from him I see the original contract in the other drawer and his schedule on the desk.
"Whatever." I say leaving and heading downstairs, into the kitchen. I find a hot meal waiting for me and to my surprise my favourite dessert too, milk tart.
"Thank you Maria. Hey Maria, can I ask a favour from you?" She looks at me worried.
"Of course master Cy, what can I do for you?" I gesture with my finger for her to come closer and she does.
"Can you make me a copy of my father's entire schedule." She furrows her eyebrows, "Discretely." I add and she nods then eventually, leaves me alone. After eating I head into the garage, grab the keys to the mustang and head home. Driving back I can't help but think, my father is right about one thing, him sending me to boarding school was good but not for his benefit, for mine. Because everything I learned in that ratchet place is exactly what I'm going to use to destroy him. No one crosses me and gets to tell the tale.
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Romance"Sorry I'm late, I stopped for coffee and bought you-" The ice coffee in my hand quickly hits the floor the moment I turn the corner, entering Ben's office. From the way he's standing as he has his back turned to me, to his physique. I know that my...
