Days In (Parrish&Darius #2)

Day 15

The venue for Parrish's party was in a greenhouse. Part of me thought that Parrish picked the place to please me but he said that his dad arranged it so I wasn't sure. Not that I would've been happy if he did it for me. No, of course not.

Parrish looked dashing and annoyingly hot. Seeing him there, with his perfectly curled black hair, that slightly open shirt and those tight jeans, was just a painful reminder of my non-existent sex life after he left. My dick seemed dead set in not letting me forget how much we used to bang. Making me spend half of the night re-adjusting my pants.

The worst thing is that I know I brought this on myself. I could've said no but couldn't find an excuse that didn't leave me feeling like a shit person. Thus, here I am, watching Parrish tell everyone about how Kody was his focus during his recovery.

He was standing in an improvised stage, in the middle of the tables, retailing the day he left me and Kody.

"When I first noticed that I had a problem I was too ashamed to ask for help, but I eventually ended up on my dad's front step. Because I'm fortunate enough to have a great father I can always go to when I have a problem," he gave his dad a smile before continuing, "so, I went to my father's house with all my hopes that he would help me but all he did was drive straight to a rehab center and tell me to get my shit together."

He paused to give his audience a moment to laugh. I rolled my eyes, it wasn't even that funny.

Oh, shut up. He's adorable.

"But all jokes aside, that was the best thing he could've done for me. When he drove me to rehab, dad stayed in the car and told me that it had to be my decision. He told me to think about my son and asked me what kind of dad I wanted to be for him. It wasn't that hard to walk into rehab after that."

Right, hearing Parrish say how easy it was for him to abandon us was just the reason why I came to this.

"Another highlight of the program was the amazing arts and crafts room that consisted of a total of three cans of paint and two different colors of craft paper. The markers provided to us were mostly dry, oh and the wonderful security that didn't allow us to take a shower alone."

Again more laughter. At that point I really wanted to stop listening but he mentioned Kody.

"What really got me through that time was the thought of my mate having to take care of our cub alone. I realized that in the end I wasn't just hurting me, I was hurting them too. He- They didn't deserve to have a wasted drunk in their life."

It could've been my imagination but I felt like we made eye contact. It was only for a second though.

After that I really stopped listening and I focused on the food. I read the menu of this place catering, they had alcohol and while I had trust that Piotr would never have them serve alcohol to his son's sobriety party. I didn't trust Parrish not to sneak one in.

That was one of the reasons that made me come. He said he had been sober but I wanted to see if he would flake tonight. And yes, I'm aware that saying it like that makes me sound like an asshole that wanted to see him fail, but that's not it.

I was so awfully proud of him that if I saw him attempting to drink tonight I would've dragged his ass back to rehab myself. I didn't have to though, because he was awesome, determined, and proving that he was really trying his best to be better. And that pissed me off so much that I might've sneaked out myself to get one or two drinks from the servers.

"I'm sorry, we were told not to serve alcoholic drinks." Of course, they were hesitant to give me the drink, given that it was a sobriety party and all.