A Subs Life (Story 1) ✔️

12-Babies & Bouquets.

~Sol~

As a man-a very territorial man-I had to protect what was mine, always. Finding Xander's place was easy, considering we lived in the same complex as one another.

I knew that I shouldn't waste my time but clearly this man was bothering Caroline and that was intolerable. The fact that she went behind my back to tell him to leave her alone pissed me off. Not at her but the fact that she should have came to me with a problem.

For the second time I rang the bell in annoyance. The music coming through the door was enough to tell me someone was home. We had an unexpected wedding to attend soon and I had no desire to wait forever. Thirty seconds later, as I was about to leave, the door swung open and its occupant had my brow rising.

"Hi...Looking for Xander?" The lifesized Barbie asked. She was clearly wearing club attire from the previous night and her makeup was unfresh but it didn't stump her beauty.

"Something like that. Is he here?" She stood there for a moment just staring up at me before she nodded and turned around. I stuffed my hands in my pockets as I waited. I made use of the time and looked into the place. A number of beer bottles and pizza boxes sat around the front room. That, for Caroline, would be a deal breaker. My little sub was neat and would never go for a place in such condition.  I found myself once again growing impatient and annoyed as I waited.

At this rate I should have told his piece of ass to relay a message. Seconds later he was standing at the door and frowning at me in a towel. "Can I help you, man?"

"Yea, I want you to stay the fuck away from Caroline." At my words the little arrogant prick grinned  at me.

"And if I don't want to?"

"You will." I decided to leave it at that because the humorous look he was giving me, I really wanted to get rid of. I didn't give him a chance to reply before I turned and headed back towards the elevator.

I had told Caroline last night that if he continued his unnecessary plight to get her into his bed then I would handle the situation. I might be a business man but I did know many people who would happily take care of that asshole.

When I was back in my condo my son Son Christopher was sitting on the sofa watching cartoons, already nicely into his little tuxedo. Miriam had dropped him off unexpectedly this morning on top of an even more unexpected wedding that one of my employees had invited us to at the last minute.

"Are you ready, Kiddo?" I asked my son. Surprisingly he looked away from the TV, usually it took me repeating myself two or three times to get his attention away. Given my 'nature' I was completely patient with him...Caroline was a different matter altogether.

"Yes!" He said and I watched him stand on top of the couch cushion. "But of course, Caroline is still getting ready. Jeeeez why does it take her so long dad? Mom doesn't even take so long." He asked as he jumped on top of my white furniture over and over again. I wondered if Caroline had snuck him chocolate again because she had a habit of doing so.

"You should know, most woman do take awhile to get ready. Get used to it now....and stop jumping on my couch boy." I warned. With a bit of a pout he plopped back down on his bottom, the TV had his attention once again.

Chuckling, I walked on to go see what was taking her so long. My Love would look just as beautiful without her cosmetics and in a burlap sack.

I found in the closet with her naturally crescent shaped eyebrows pulled down into a frown as she stared on at her clothing like she was making the hardest decision of her life. She had her copper brown curls pinned perfectly up, something that she never did. I leaned into the door frame and took in the rest of her.