Bold || Wentworth Miller

Four

"Its great. I am staying at my Father's bestfriend. Bye."

Its been hours since i stayed at the Miller's residence and i cant say, its a great time to figure out how things going to happen once the safe plans are going to run.

Something's disturbing my mind. 

I suddenly shook my head when i say him took his shirt off and goes to his kitchen preparing for his kids some food while those three young boys were talking loudly to each other. Yes, Timothy is already awake and it seemed that he haven't saw me here yet.

The kids are adorable, i want to pinch those cheeks of them.

"I prefer not spicy!" I heard that other boy reacted when their Dad asked something. I pushed the room's door to prevent myself from getting a sin called lust and everything.

But then, it opened suddenly, surprising me back. Other than that, he is still topless while holding a food tray with food in it.

I feel my blood rushed into my head and feed my face.

"Turn the aircon in. I wont mind the cost." He said looking at my eyes, putting the tray in the table.

I breathed heavily.

Then, looked away.

"Thanks." I bit my lip to stop my voice from shaking or something worst than that.

Forgive me, Lord.

He is going to be one of the hottest man ill ever see in my whole entire li-

"Acid." I heard his husky normal voice as he put his hand in my left shoulder.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Then look back at him.

"Yes?" I asked innocently.

"My room is at the other side. If ever you need help, just knock the door off." He smiled.

And its fuck killing me right now.

I just nodded and let him went out.

"God. Why i need to born with lot of weaknesses into men?" I uttered falling in the floor.

That's why i hate myself being in any serious commitments with guys. I have a lot of weaknesses about them, especially the physical and the sexual appealing. I feel a lot about lust, not love. I dont want to ruin my life and even others' too so i keep on hating boys with my own stupid reasons.

And Detective Miller is too old for me. I bet his on his middle 30's or 40's like my father.
But he is so attractive like hell. He is too hot, and appealing. His sexual appeal in me is honestly driving me crazy.

But i need to avoid that.

I am just a 21 year old young woman who is seeking some justice for my father's name and death for pete's sake.

"Ugh." I mumbled laying flat in my back at the bed in the room.

Then, i heard him laughing with his kids outside.

He must be a great father. And i now wonder why he is not with his wife? Maybe, his wife is having her work from the other side of the city and need to live alone far from him.

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[ Wentworth's ]

I keep on looking at the guest room's door where the little woman was i think resting her self from any possible fatigue she got from wandering around the whole city of New York. She is Jacob's daughter, i can see she really had guts in getting what she wants like her Dad.

I am afraid for my kids, they are too young if ever something will happen into me due to this thing of Jacob. But Acid needs help. She is so young, just thirst of justice, and no other bad reasons. Other than that, Jacob is my friend. Im willing to seek for the darkness just to bring his name cleanly in the light.

But please, i want my kids to be safe.

"Hello?" Finally, she answered my call.
"Ive been calling you a lot of times." I said.
"Sorry, baby. Im rushing a report. Anyway how was my kids?" She asked.

I nearly cussed on her.

"Amanda, dont call or look for me and my sons in the following three weeks. Ill be in a investigatory work." I said.

Amanda Hunt is my girlfriend, since she haven't accepted my wedding proposal yet. She is the mother of my three sons, and yeah sometimes she is so annoying.

"It will be fun but please leave my sons somewhere i can check them on." She said.

Does she even visited know how to visit them at school? She dont. She's an irresponsible mother.

"Its just three weeks." I said.

"Fine, fine. But make sure, they'll be fine for me." She said.

Tss.

"Okay. Got to go." I said.
"Love you, Miller." Then, she shut the call off after.

Its not that i hate her, i used to love Amanda when we are a bit younger. But when she became one of the New York Times crime reporter, everything has changed. She cancelled a lot of family day dates with me and her sons, she even forgotten we need a wedding for better. I dont remember her cook any meal for me or to her sons, but i still waited for her. And yet, i am.

I wanted a happy family, so I've decided staying with her. I want to give my sons a nice family background but it seems that, its not happening yet.

In a sudden, the guest room's door opened up and the young woman stood out looking at me.

It feels like she knew i am here.

She gently walks and went near my seat.

"I cant sleep anyway. But its normal. Im having troubles in new places." She sat nearby.

"Insomniac or homesick?" I looked at her.

"Homesick." She look down at her hands.

Looking at her, i find out how skinny she was, and she got her blue eyes from his father.

She is kinda cute. I smiled at this thoughts of mine.

"Tomorrow evening, you are not going to feel it anymore, don't worry." I told her.

"Yeah." She answered.

"Would you mind if i ask you about your wife? I mean, your sons needs a Mom. When i found Timothy at the station last time, he disagreed when i told him im going to send him into his Mom's house." She asked.

"But its fine if you wont answer." She said back.

I chuckled on her.

"She is working in a newspaper so basically she need to live alone from us." I answered.

"Oh." She reacted.

"And she isnt yet my wife. We are getting married soon." I continued.

"Uh. Alright." She smiled.

But honestly, i am not interested in marrying her anymore. I might die after the soonest truth revelation about Jacob's case.