The Righthands Underboss & Lawyer [M/M/M]

18 - Chapter Eighteen - Theo Vincent's Point Of View.

A week later, I was still really fucking bitter about the fact that they left me a note instead of just waking me up. I don't know why I expected anything more from them. It wasn't like we had been a couple or whatever you would call three people engaged in a relationship. There was no relationship, but it was bitter like there had been one.

It was also kind of embarrassing because I had been dodging everyone's calls and texts, only emailing Alexi faxes of the papers he needed because I wasn't going inside that stupid complex. I couldn't.

Working on the housing papers made me want to rip all my hair out and set it on fire. There were several contracts to prepare for workers and companies, many to look over and revise. There were close to eighty bundles I had to prepare and fix to each company, and individual. That wasn't even the total either. There was still a stack I had to take to Maddox to sign, then some for Alexi. It would be fine if they weren't rushing me to have everything done in two weeks or fewer.

I was well over stressed now. I was exhausted, and only getting worse. Coffee and a few boxes of crackers only did so much to keep me alive.

Pushing back from the desk, I grabbed my phone off the charger cord and powered it on. It had been dead for a few hours and it was peaceful. Just simple, quiet peace. My phone vibrated solidly for almost a minute as messages and missed calls started to flood in. Groaning in annoyance, I waited until the phone stopped freaking out to check the total of all the calls and messages finally. I hadn't checked a single message or answered a single call in seven days.

I had dozens of calls and hundreds of texts from dozens of people.

Maddox, Alexi, My dad, to name just a few. Opening messages from Maddox, there were at least a hundred messages and the last few were far from Maddox's normal. They were messy and the last one said he was on his way to come to check on me and make sure that I was ok. Dragging my hand through my hair; I hissed. That message was sent well over a half hour ago. Chances were he was here or close enough. Calling or texting him and telling him I was fine, probably wouldn't cut it.

The worst part of all this was that Maddox had a key to my place. I gave it to him after I got the place fully as my own and switched the locks. He was the only person I knew was responsible enough to keep the key safe and not lose it.

He could get in if he needed to.

Sighing, I unlocked the door and waited. I didn't have to wait long either. Less than five minutes, he checked the handle, opened the door and came inside. He frowned when he saw me and he crossed his arms. Looking at him, he wasn't wearing a suit for once, rather he was wearing jeans and a long sleeve.

"Nice to see you alive, Theo."

"I am, yes."

"You could have answered any of my hundred or more messages."

"I could have, but I had no idea you sent any messages. I was ignoring the entire idea of texts and calls. At some point, my phone just died, and I left it at that."

"I see."

"I'm more than fine, so you don't need to stay." I said, the dogs finally realized that someone was here and ran into the living room from my bedroom where they had claimed to be their napping zone all day long.

They never growled at him, they didn't bark, they just looked at him and then turned, running back down to the bedroom. Almost hiding like they weren't interested in Maddox at all. I found it mildly amusing.

"Guess they didn't like me." Maddox said, chuckling.

"Guess not." I said.

"Get up, get dressed. You're coming with me." Maddox demanded.