So far, Carlos enjoyed everything about living with Logan. He was taken care of, loved and properly fucked. By far, that was the best thing about it...Logan was the most perfect lover on earth.
He was capable of both mind blowing passion and fucking your raw brains out.
He flicked boredly through the channels on the T.V, his legs folded under him. His ass still hurt a bit from the past few weeks...but he could not stop himself. He lost all control around Logan.
Logan was perfect. He showered Carlos with love and attention any time he could, he bought him little gifts everytime he missed a call or came home late from work, and got pastries for him whenever Carlos had a craving.
His only flaw; his over protectiveness. Carlos felt like a child all over again, having to ask Logan for permission before he could go anywhere. Sometimes, Logan insisted on dropping him off and picking him up if he was in the area.
His phone rang as he turned off the T.V and he answered without looking at the caller ID.
"We need to talk... it's urgent." His father's voice came down the line...again, and his shoulders set tensely.
"I have nothing--"
"Carlos for once, just stop being so insufferable and listen to me. I'll be at the coffee shop at the junction from my office building in about an hour. See you there." He said and hung up.
Carlos bit his lip thoughtfully. He dialed Logan's number but it went straight to voicemail. He wanted to ask him first...he hated to do anything behind his back.
But this was his dad and although they did not see eye to eye, he was not going to hurt him; at least not in a public place.
He quickly texted Logan where he was going, but left out the part about his dad. He took a shower and changed into a black turtleneck sweater and faded jeans from some designer brand he could not pronounce.
He ordered an Uber and easily found the place.
Carlisle was caught slightly by surprise when he walked in but he managed to compose himself before Carlos noticed.
"I'm happy that you came, you look good." he said as Carlos sat down, with what was supposed to be a smile on his face.
"Skip the niceties, dad. Why did you call me here?" Carlos asked more sharply than he'd intended as his eyes ran over the menu.
Carlisle shifted uncomfortably in his chair and clasped his hands on the table.
"Your mother misses you a lot. She's sad that you didn't reach out during the whole divorce--"
Carlos cut him off. "Hold on--divorce?" He was genuinely shocked. He knew his parents had their differences but still, for his little sisters they were making it work. Or so he thought.
"You really didn't know?" He asked and Carlos shook his head. His expression spoke volumes. "It was all over the news."
"No, no. I wasn't in New York. My boy--my boss and I had some work in Greece." Carlos said distractedly and Carlisle scoffed.
"Of course you did. By any chance, did he mention he was sleeping with your mother right before you left?" Carlisle asked sarcastically, leaning back in his chair.
Carlos rested his elbows on the table with his fingertips touching, and snorted with annoyance.
"Really, dad? My boss is gay and hell, you don't even know him. But it's typical of you to blame everyone else besides yourself, correct?"
Carlisle's gaze didn't falter. He smugly reached into his coat pocket and pulled out an envelope, and Carlos immediately recognized Logan's handwriting. Carlisle slid it across the table without a word.
"W-where did you get these?" Carlos paled and his hands shook as he flipped through the pictures in his hand. He felt his lungs burn from the lack of air.
But Carlisle was not done just yet. He pulled up a video on his phone and handed it to Carlos. Carlos hit Play and gasped. He turned down the volume as the other customers turned to look at him, his mouth suddenly painfully dry. The video ended and the phone clattered loudly onto the table.
"Yeah, so? This doesn't prove anything...and what I do with my life is not your business," Carlos enunciated each word as he struggled to collect himself.
"Logan is a manipulative bastard, Carlos. He's pure scum!" Carlisle squeezed his temples angrily and sighed.
"I did not want to have to show you this," he said as he picked up his phone and scrolled through his gallery,"but your mother had a smashing idea for a parting gift."
Carlos shook his head as he accepted the phone from his father again. Why was he even doing this... letting this clearly spiteful man poison his mind against Logan?
He wanted to hand the phone back and walk away...but the video started. He froze as he saw his mother, and Logan, having sex in what he recognized to be his parents' own bed. Something sliced through his heart painfully and hot tears slid down his cheeks.
"Logan has been using you, Carlos. To get back at me for something that happened years ago, and wasn't even my fault. You're just another pawn in his bloody game." The words were loaded with so much venom Carlos flinced.
Bile rose in his throat and he clenched his jaw to stop himself from retching. He racked his brain for something, anything to say to redeem Logan.
But he was in love, not stupid. A strangled cry escaped his lips and the phone dropped to the floor. The screen shattered, but Carlos made no move to pick it up. He suddenly felt clammy in his sweater, and the walls seemed to be closing in on him.
"Carlos, I'm sorry. Clearly you love him, but he doesn't feel anything for you. You're just another...tool in the score he's trying to settle with me." Carlisle continued and Carlos felt like someone was strangling his brain.
"I know you don't think I love you...but I do, in my own way. And I don't want you to suffer blindly in the middle of all of this. However what you do after here is completely up to you." he added without meaning any of it, like he was reading from a book.
Carlos stood up mechanically and walked away. He was crying out in the street and he probably looked crazy, but he didn't care. Somehow, he found his way back to their home, went straight to bed and curled into a hurt, defeated ball. His whole body shook with sobs and he could not breathe.
All his thoughts raced painfully through his brain and his head hurt like hell.
No, this was all a misunderstanding. Logan was perfect, and Logan loved him, and he was going to have a very good explanation for everything.
Oh god, please, please let this all be a lie, he whispered to himself before he started to cry once again.
Drama! Anyways, do you have a hint on who got Carlos so uncomfortable last time? No? Me neither.
I'd save the skin around my nails for the next chapter if I were you. Also, why am I getting chatty in these chapters?
Sorry, I'll stop. I'm going to go back to just
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