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Chapter 18 - Billboard...Necklace...VIP Room

                                                    

After the filming, Tom bid his goodbye to everyone in the set except Bill and went straight home. Bill noticed how he got ignored by Tom because he too did the same. He went home tired and stressed out and asked Brida to cook food for dinner. He then tried to contact Bushido. His calls were unanswered so he just sent a message instead.

Are you on your way home? Dinner's almost ready, babe. I want to have dinner with you

He painstakingly waited for a response for almost half an hour yet nothing came. So, because of exhaustion, he drooped off to sleep on the couch, waiting for Bushido.

When Bushido finally got home at almost 11, he felt guilty for what he saw on the couch. He forgot to text Bill back, for he was in a middle of a meeting. Seeing how exhausted Bill looked on the couch, he inwardly groaned and went near the sleeping form of Bill.

"Good evening, sir", Brida greeted with a nod and a grimace when she emerged from the kitchen with a small towel on hand.

"How long has he been waiting for me?" Bushido asked with a sigh, not looking to the person he was talking to. He gently placed a hand on Bill's make-up free face and gave a small peck on Bill's cheek.

"2 hours ago, sir. I apologize, but I already cleaned the table because the food was already cold. He won't eat without you, sir", she meekly confessed

Because of the warmth on his face, Bill's eyes fluttered open.

"You're here already? L-let's go eat." Bill croaked as he tried to stand up from the couch but winced as he felt pain on his back because of lying uncomfortably.

"It's already pass 11", Bushido sighed "I'm sorry for keeping you waiting" he gave a small and tender peck on Bill's lips. "Brida?" he called once he pulled away from Bill

"Yes, sir?"

"Kindly heat up the food and bring it up to our room before you leave", he took Bill in his arms and carried him up the stairs. Bill tiredly circled his arms around his lover, his partner, with a sigh. His problems then started coming in and invading his mind.

How could he do that to Bushido. How could he cheat on Bushido.

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*Flaashback*

Bill was contemplating to whether use cotton or silk on his design when a knock on the door interrupted him. It was Bushido, carrying a brown paper back, smiling cheekily at his direction.

"Why are you here?" Bill tried not to smile and just plastered his poker-face as he was making his way back to his table. He looked through the scattered cloth sample on his table, when arms wounded around his torso.

"Is that how you greet your visitors?" Bushido huskily asked near Bill's ear. Bill's breathing hitched as he felt Bushido's nose on his neck, nuzzling it gently.

"You're not my visitor, you are my personal bodyguard", Bill tried to gently pull away and face the man hugging him from behind.

"You answered your answer. I'm here to guard you." Bushido smirked.

"A personal bodyguard who's becoming too personal", Bill taunted with a smirk as he gently placed his thumb on Bushido's chin.

"Didn't you miss me?" Bushido asked as he moved closer to Bill.

"I did", Bill whispered before delving in on Bushido's lips. Bill felt the edge of his table as it gently hit his back then moaned and craved for more. Understanding what Bill wants, Bushido lifted him up and made him sit on his office table. Bill circled his jean-clad legs around Bushido, pulling him on top.