𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐂𝐨𝐧

𝟎𝟐𝟔 - 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

M A T T H E W B E N E D I C T
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A man could never show his weakness.

That sentence was engraved inside of mind. Although most of my family practices were extremely erratical, that was the main one that stuck through my mind all of these years.

When a man showed his weakness, it made him vulnerable to attacks. Why do you think Mayor Weston decided to put my little brother in a prison cell... He knew that I loved him and would do anything for him.

I was willing to do whatever for the people that I love and go to ridiculous extends. Even if that meant giving Mayor Weston a great number of shares that he didn't even deserve.

I was a provider, and deep down inside no matter how much I complained... I loved the feeling of being wanted or needed by someone. That was my toxic trait, that was what played a big part in my weaknesses.

Growing up, especially after Micheal was born both of my parents no longer felt like parents. While my mother had an excuse because she was ill, my father would rather spend his time drowning himself in liquor and young women. They were so wrapped around in their own issues and hardly ever paid attention to us, leaving us off on workers.

My accomplishments meant nothing to either of them and I believe that's where the desperation that I have to be recognized came from. Perhaps that's why I still hung onto me and Abel's barely their friendship despite everything that has happened.

Perhaps that's why I didn't have a problem with keeping Celine captive, making her entire life basically about me.

My feelings for Celine were raw and heavy. There was nothing about her that I found unattractive or disgusting. She was the first person that I'd ever thought this way... and I wouldn't doubt if she was the last. Celine was the sweetest taste of reality, reminding me of the ups and down.

And I was afraid of what my father mentioned that she didn't care for me the way that I did her... that the only thing she cared about was how I'd benefit her. I mean that's how this entire thing started, her solely wanting to sell me out for some half ass author.

Even though that thought often ran through my mind, I tried not to hold it against her. Because she could turn around and say that at first, I wanted to do nothing but have sex with her and that would be completely true.

But I knew how much my intentions have changed since then... and would be hypocritical for me to think that hers hadn't also.

Now, my attraction to Celine was much stronger than her looks and figure, it was for her. Her minds, her emotions, even something as little as her toothy... I was attracted. The more that I think of it, I could even go as far to say that my attraction was Celine.

So, to hear my father even bring up the possibility that the only thing Celine cared about what was what I could provide for her affected me negatively.

Even though I knew it wasn't near true, my father couldn't spot a genuine person if they were standing in front of him.

Was she a distraction?

My family could argue that she was. They could use the fact that my business had been in a rough patch since I met her... and even if there was possibility that was true, it's not.

Despite the timelines over lapping slightly, Celine Grant had nothing to with anything related to my work. They just wanted to put the blame of my irresponsible planning on somebody else that they wanted to push away. My grandmother didn't think that Celine stood up to her standards hysterical, for dumber reasons than smarter.