On The Rocks (Royce)

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Jacob's P.O.V.

Things have been... Different. Chresanto always seemed to be stressed and always working, every time he comes home after work, he goes into the new little office he put together. I'm not to go into the office when the door is closed, which it's usually closed for hours on end. Every time I pass by the room, I can hear him either talking to someone on the phone or typing away on his computer, sometimes he does both at the same time.

Chresanto's been drinking a lot, I've come to realize that he does it when he's stressed or just wants to relax. I can understand one or two drinks, but the way Chres drinks, isn't one or two glasses of wine, it's excessive. He drinks, and drinks, and drinks... I don't know why it's so hard for him to stop, but for the past few weeks it's been nearly the same thing every single day. He goes to sleep drunk, barely being able to process his words, then wakes up with a killer migraine, takes a few Excedrin's, and keeps it moving... Then the process begins all over again.

I'm worried, I don't like it when he drinks, he doesn't know what he's doing when he drinks. I always go to sleep before him because he usually stays up late to work and drink alcohol like there's no fucking tomorrow. He wakes me up with his stumbling, and I know he means well when he whispers for me to go back to sleep, but I can't because he's so loud without meaning to be and I'm always so worried that he's going to hurt himself.

He feels really bad every time he stumbles into the room, and on the days that he doesn't tell me to go back to sleep, he presses kisses to any place he can. murmuring that he knows how to make me feel better. Sex isn't fun anymore, it's not as desirable as it used to be. Chresanto just uses it as an excuse while he's drunk, blabbering about how he can make me feel good and I just let him because I'm always too tired to fight him off and tell him no. Half the time I don't even come, when it's in the middle of the night I don't have enough stamina to even think about getting hard.

"You told me you had it under control" Chresanto hissed into his phone, "well then why the hell didn't you tell me when you saw me this morning? I told you to talk to me if you had new information!"

I flinched when Chresanto slammed the front door behind him, he was yelling already and he just got home. Sighing in slight disappointment and frustration, I listened to his heavy footsteps ascend the stairs and the door to the office opening and closing. He didn't even greet me, he just locked himself away.

I didn't want to be selfish, I knew he was under a lot of stress right now with what's going on with Apple, but I missed him. I missed the old Chresanto, the one who was rarely ever stressed, and who I got to see every day, and talk to. I haven't had a full conversation with Chresanto in weeks because he's always so damn busy.

I walked up the stairs and stood in front of the closed office door, I hesitantly held up my fist to knock on the door.

"I'm so close to firing you".

I knocked quietly, looking down at my sock-clad feet.

"Jacob, I'm busy".

That's the first thing he decides to say to me? I don't get a fucking 'hi, how was your day?' or maybe a 'it's nice to see you'. I just get a measly "Jacob, I'm busy". I'm glad Chresanto couldn't see me right now or else I'd be forced to fake an apologetic smile. I was hidden away in the hallway, away from him, so I felt no remorse when I glared, pure animosity clouding my eyes.

I went back downstairs, grabbed my jacket and phone from the living room, a set of keys, and slammed the front door shut on my way out. I hoped Chresanto heard it, but I wouldn't be surprised if he didn't because he probably had his head stuck so far up his ass he couldn't hear a thing.