Secreto De Amor (Miguel O'Hara x Reader)

Chapter Thirty-Six: The Denial

Warnings- 1.2K WORDS, SLIGHT CURSING, ANGSTY, FLASHBACK. CLIFFHANGER.

"From what? Sitting on your ass all day?"

"Yup."

Miguel once told me he didn't drink anymore. He was sober for a long time... until last year. It started with a glass of wine at a restaurant, then two, then a bottle.

A few months later it was a tall can, then a six-pack... but now it's a 24-pack nonstop.

I didn't see the signs until it was too late.

He won't admit it, but I think part of the reason he fell off the wagon is our situation with Xina and Gaby.

I finally met Xina a couple of months later, Miguel and I moved in together. She couldn't deal with the fact that I was much younger, and also that Gaby was so fond of me.

She put in a petition at the court to take full custody of Gaby. She gave Miguel hell because of me.

But he swore that we would go through this together and we did. Unfortunately, Miguel lost his weekends to every other weekend, then it went down to only school breaks.

We've been fighting it ever since, but so far, no luck.

I can't shake the feeling that deep down Miguel resents me. He just won't admit it, at least not yet...

But he will...

"Miguel, you can't keep doing this. Gaby flies in tomorrow. Her party is this weekend. She's so excited to see you. I was counting on you to pick up the stuff. I have so much to do. I have a deadline before midnight to turn in my writing and now, I'm going to be way behind than I already was."

"Well... maybe you should quit and focus more on our boyfriend. All you do is work nowadays. Almost like you forgot house duties and me."

"I'm not your maid, Miguel. I'm your girlfriend. And I work so hard because I have to or did you forget that you got fired from your job three months ago, all because you showed up drunk and fought with a customer?"

"First of all, I didn't get fired. I own the dealership. It's mine. I took a break."

"Is this what you're calling it? A break?"

"Yup."

"Damn it, Miguel. I don't have time for this. I need you to go to a store. Walmart is still open. I need to write."

"What? No dinner?"

"I brought leftovers from my parent's house," I mumble, walking into the kitchen. "You can heat it yourself."

"I don't appreciate your rudeness." Oh well, look who got up.

"And I don't appreciate your laziness. The list is on the counter. And don't buy any more beer, you hear me? You've had enough."

With an aggressive hand, he grabs the list. "You know what you're good at, too? Nagging."

"You think I want to nag at you all the time, Miguel? No, I don't, but you left me no choice. I understand things haven't been easy since last year but—"

"But what?" he laughs. "We'll get through it together?"

"You're going down a bad path, Miguel. Just talk to me. What's wrong? We used to talk to each other all the time."

"I have to go."

I huff hot air. "Remember what I said! No more beer! I mean it Miguel! Or you'll sleep on the front porch!" I call out.

"Don't you have a deadline to meet?" he calls back, snarky.

Asshole.

I swear he better get the right party decorations.