My Savior 🔞 ( Part One )

First call

It's been almost two weeks since I got Miles back. Everything seemed normal, but nothing actually was. My father was mad at me—we didn’t talk at all. The tension between us was palpable. Mom tried to convince me to listen to my father and let go of Miles. No chance. He's mine.

Since I didn’t have to go to school anymore, I was just hanging around. I was outside with a coffee and a book. Miles kept me company. Although he was silent, writing something—probably planning our next few days.

"I want to leave… this sucks. I hate it here more than ever."

He didn’t even look up. Fine then.

I continued reading, but I kept losing focus. Had to reread the same sentences over and over. Then out of nowhere, an unknown number called.

"Hello?"

"Well hello, it’s me, Hector."

I groaned. Miles finally looked at me. I assume he saw my annoyance.

"How do you know my number? What do you want now? You said you want to see Miles at every—"

"Yeah, chill. It's not about him."

Really? Still didn’t answer my question. I bet he called my father and asked him for my number. Bastard.

"What do you want?"

"Do you want the plain or the complex answer?"

I wanted neither. I wanted peace. I wanted to be far from every single one of them. I wanted to cut this call and leave somewhere—together with the man I loved. But I was in Hector’s hands… I had to obey, I had to do what he was saying.

"Whatever you want, just make it quick."

"Aw, why? You have tons of things to do? Work? Studying? I’d hate to bother."

He was mocking me. He knew I was unemployed and wasn’t studying anymore. Son of a bitch.

"Cut the shit. What do you want now?"

"Very rude and impatient. I called you to meet me."

Meet him? It’s a trap, isn’t it? Or I’m just being paranoid. I put the phone on speaker. I wanted Miles to hear and give me silent advice.

"And why should I meet you? It’s not time to check on Miles. What else would you want?"

"I don’t even want Miles with you. Only you. In two hours. At my office."

I was suspicious. I doubt we’ve done anything wrong. We even avoided touching each other just so this guy wouldn’t cause trouble. Creep. He wants me without Miles? Now I’m sure it’s a trap.

"I’m not going anywhere without him. I bet you want to lure me out so my dad turns him off and takes him away!"

"Do you notice that makes no sense? I gave my permission for now. Your father can’t touch him. And if you’ve forgotten, he’s mine. I can turn him off if I want. Right now, even."

I started to feel nervous. He can’t! He shouldn’t! He was blackmailing me.

"Say what you want then!"

Miles signed to calm down. How? I didn’t trust this man. The most evil person with no heart.

"Meet me. In two hours. If not, I really will turn Miles off and you won’t be able to turn him back again."

He cut the call. And now I was panicking. Why can’t I have some peace? He gave us so little time together—why ruin it now? Can he be more of a jerk than he already is?

"Will, just go, alright? I’ll be fine. I’ll be here and wait patiently. Hector won’t do anything bad. He’s not like the way you think he is. I promise."

"But I just want to spend as much time with you as I can. Our time is limited… and I haven’t figured out yet how to make it permanent. I don’t work, father isn’t giving me money anymore. Why would he? I don’t have anything to offer him…"

I wanted to cry. Everyone just wanted me to have a breakdown.

Miles gently hugged me. He knew it would work. It always did.

"You’ll be fine. He’s not bad. Trust me, please. Go and talk to him. Things will be okay."

I didn’t feel that way. Miles was so optimistic. I went to take a quick shower and changed. I wasn’t ready to see Hector’s stupid face. Not now. Not ever. And I had to go alone. Another reason for my anxiety to spike.

I was on my way to Hector’s office, wondering what he could possibly want. Miles said he’s a good person. My ass. He’s a big piece of shit. Ruining my fucking life.

At this point, the military didn’t seem like such a bad option. If I die, I die…

Unlike last time, now the building was full of people. They all seemed busy and rich. Who knows, who cares.

I headed to the secretary. Should I say she wasn’t a fan of mine either? Once she noticed me, she grimaced and picked up the phone. I couldn’t even say hello—not like she cared.

"Yes, yes, he’s here. Should I send him to your office? Mm… yes. Alright, Mr. Santos."

I actually assumed she’d tell me to go to Hector right away since he was so urgent last time.

"Mr. Santos said you have to wait here. He’ll come and tell you what he wants when he’s done."

"But he asked me to come quickly. I’m here, so what’s so important now that it can’t wait?"

"Son, you think too highly of yourself. You’re probably the least important person in his or anyone’s life. Now sit down."

What a sweet lady, huh. Whatever. I found a less busy corner and sat down. I waited… and waited… and waited.

I kept checking my phone. Ridiculous.

"Bitch. I’ve been here for almost an hour now. I should just leave."

Yeah. I should. Just tell his secretary I have better things to do.

Although… he’ll ask what was so important when I literally don’t do anything. My patience was wearing thin. I was on my phone, deep in thought. Someone coughed. Idiot. If you’re sick, stay at home…

Again. I looked up to see who this godforsaken moron was. I was right. The main moron himself. He was standing in front of me, rolling his eyes as if I made him wait.

"Good you decided to come."

"gOoD yOu DeCiDeD tO cOmE,"

I mocked him. I didn’t care who he was. No one makes me wait. If he thought he was worth my time, he was wrong.

"Drop that attitude. Something urgent came up. It’s not like I wanted you to sit here and die of boredom."

"I don’t actually care. Tell me what you want and I can be gone. Don’t think you’re so important that I was dying to come here."

He definitely hated the way I spoke. Good. If there was someone I hated, it was Hector Santos.

Fucking pompous and arrogant. Thinks he’s someone and can act however he wants. I’m not his slave or pet. Bastard.

"You are full of yourself, and you’re a little spoiled kid. I literally have better things to do. You’re here because YOU want something. Be happy I’m even up to making deals."

As much as I hate this whole situation, there was nothing better I could do. I had to behave. But I wasn’t giving up on being a walking migraine for him.

"Fine…"

"Lovely. Now come. We have some business in my office."