A Clash Between Two Worlds (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 13: Christmas Eve

Caspar's PoV:

After hanging up, I was both happy and worried about Joe. Of course, I made him smile with my request, and we are officially together, but still. I didn't like the fact that he was crying or worrying. I just didn't like it at all.

Plus, at that moment, I recalled how friendly my father was about him the other day. He was...too friendly.

I felt so uneasy that I kept on rolling and flipping for hours now. Thinking. I finally decided to call up the closest person to my father, Will. I know it was 12:30 am but I didn't care.

Thankfully, Will answered at the fourth ring.

"This better be important, Caspar." He crooked.

"Ouch. Is that the way you speak to your boss's son?"

"What is it that you want at this fucking hour?"

"I have a question Will," I spoke seriously.

"And that would be?"

"My father, has he been acting strange lately?"

"Define strange, will you?"

"How did Joe end up in that gallery?"

"Our company scouted him, just like any other aspiring painter. We do this every year Caspar. "

"Do you think my father has an interest with Joe? He almost never compliments people, let alone a commoner like him."

"I found it strange too, which reminds me! Your father asked me to inform you of an important meeting in the ranch this weekend."

"Oh the wine ranch, that's odd. What exactly reminded you of that?"

"Because at first, he wanted me to invite Joe along too, but then changed his mind last minute, saying he would invite him when the time is right."

My chest suddenly felt heavy, as the feeling of uneasiness increased. "He wanted Joe to be there? What the hell is that old man up to now!?"

"I really don't know Caspar, he didn't add anything to that."

"Who are we meeting that day?"

"He didn't say. He just implied that it was important."

"Did we buy any of Joe's work?"

"The whole collection actually, we are using them for a new restaurant we are opening soon. Which was a bit surprising to me. One of them wasn't up for sale, though."

My eyes widened. What is going on here? Something doesn't feel right. My father almost never buys any paintings from the people he sponsors. "Which painting wasn't?"

"The shadowy man, which was the center piece."

I smiled faintly, " oh, okay."

"Anything else?"

"No, that would be all."

"Okay, see you at work."

"See you."

I closed the line, and threw my head back on the pillow. My father was up to no good, and I was determined to find out before it was too late. I can't let him hurt Joe, anything but my Joe.

Please father.

I closed my eyes, as my heart jolted, begging to save this before it gets worse.