Get Back

Chapter 23 - Willing to wait, willing to stay

Georg and Andrej were in the middle of preparing breakfast, when Tom emerged from the kitchen door. He was clutching his head, obvious that he has a hangover.

"Gustav brought you home," Georg said when he saw Tom's confused features.

"He said you didn't see Bill," Andrej commented and then received a warning look from Georg. He immediately mouthed an apology to his partner.

"Yeah," Tom mumbled as he went towards the refrigerator to get a box of milk.

"So....What's in your schedule today?" Georg asked tentatively. He instructed Andrej to get the plates and prepare the plates and other utensils at the dining area. When Andrej already left the two, Georg faced Tom with a knowing look.

"I know you're dying to see him again. You were trashed last night, crying Bill's name over and over," Georg informed. "You can finally pursue Bill. The only thing that could stop you is yourself and him. Don't let this chance slip away from your hands, Tom." Georg patted Tom's back and gave him a man-hug.

~*~

Bill woke up with no one beside him. It was almost hard for him to believe that he was not in a hotel room or in someone else's room when he woke up.

After his and Jasper's escapade last night, he left Jasper and went back to his place. Not the mansion-like place that he and Bushido own, but a small condominium he bought for himself.

He stood up and immediately went to his small refrigerator to get a box of milk. When he opened it, he was disappointed to see nothing but an expired Caesar salad in a plastic container and a half-empty bottle of water. He grabbed the bottle and drank from it to quench his thirst.

This is why he hates morning. Unless a random man he had sex with will wake him up for a morning round.

He quickly showered, dressed up, and went to his boutique.

~*~

"Good mo-" Bill's voice faded as soon as he saw the guy he didn't want to see. Why? Because he doesn't want people from his past. "-rning," he mumbled as he looked back to stacking papers of his old designs on his table counter.

"Morning," Tom smiled but he saw the look on Bill's face. Emotionless. No excitement like what Tom expected. He walked closer, hiding a single white rose behind him.

"What is it?" Bill asked bluntly.

"I'm here because you told me so," Tom answered.

"I never thought you'd take it seriously," Bill said as he continued on making himself busy with the papers and folders on his desk.

"I'm here. And I thought that we could go out for lunch later, if it's okay with you," Tom asked with confidence. Not letting the chance go. He then placed the flower on the desk. Bill stopped moving and looked up at Tom who was giving him a hopeful smile.

"What's with the flower?" Bill asked in a not-so-polite voice. His heart was beating fast, hands shaking, but he doesn't want this. But he felt guilty when Tom's smile faded.

"I just-"

"Sorry for being rude, Tom. But I'm bad news. You would never want to deal with me. Just a plain warning." Bill smiled tightly.

"But you asked me to come back," Tom said, confused as fuck.

"I'm sorry for bothering you. I just realized things. Now, if you don't have anything to-"

"I'm guessing that you already know why I bothered to come back and leave flowers," Tom butted in. He couldn't just leave like that.

"I don't want problems, Tom. I need no man to bring flowers and be all nice to me," Bill mockingly laughed as he took the flower on the desk and shoved it on Tom's chest.