Wasted Chances (boyxboy/manxman) [SK series]

Chapter 3

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*Zack’s P.O.V*

I felt someone or something brushing against me, its fur rubbing against my face lovingly as it mewled softly to wake me up. I chuckled groggily at his antics as my eyes fluttered open, wincing sharply as the rays of sunlight hit them. “I’m too sleepy to play with you Ace,” I whined, burrowing myself under my covers but being careful not to accidently hurt my new friend.

Ace mewed resiliently and began pawing at my face, his fur tickling me. I giggled, fully awake now and got up, holding Ace close to me as I padded over to my kitchen. “You win, again - Time for breakfast!” He purred against me in agreement, rubbing all over me with closed eyes.

Such a lazy ass cat

I got out some cereal for me while I placed some milk out for Ace, as well as a few snacks to the side. I knew that I would spoil him soon enough and make him fat but who wouldn’t? He hypnotises you with those gorgeous eyes you see, and then seduced you with his silver coat. Pure, lovable evil I tell you.

I thought back to when I had first met him; he was a tame and timid cat even then, with a large bow carefully placed around him in a cute fashion. At first he would watch me warily, hissing dangerously if I came close but along the way of living together, we had made our own time table together therefore building our trust.

It’s just a shame it had to come from that douche bag; that lying sum from the bottom of my shoe, who only wanted to be with me in the first place because I was hot, and now it’s because I’m hotter and his mate. That’s it. I know you’re thinking that I’m being a bit harsh on him but allow me to explain.

Flashback

Walking out of the shop with balloons, cake and a nicely wrapped flashy present, I felt quite proud at myself and also quite giddy. It was my first ever boyfriends, first ever birthday with me since we had got together, sure most people told me it would only end badly as he had pretty much slept with the whole town, but I think he’s changed.

He was really sweet to me when we first met, buying me dinner, taking me to the best amusement parks, showing me off to his friends. Though I did notice how they seemed to smile at me quite strangely, but I shook it off as nerves. After all, I planned to be around for a long time, I didn’t want to end up as one of those people who get played and heartbroken thinking the person they were dating was ‘the one’.

I shuffled along the streets with my hands aching and my face smiling, I was practically teeming with excitement when I neared the apartment he lived in. For some reason he lived alone, he said he preferred it to his pack house as his parents were always pressuring him or putting him out and showing him off for all their little friends to see. Like a trophy son.

It made me sneer at them every time I saw them and they wouldn’t hesitate to do the same, they certainly didn’t like me either, or any of his male relationships but said nothing as he had made it clear on more than one occasion that he was happily, proudly and openly bisexual.

Anyways, as I entered the apartment, I saw the man who live next to Zeke walk out, pausing to give me a sorrowful look....I wonder why? Ignoring that, I hummed happily, skipping down the last few steps to his door when I heard faint yet strange noises coming from within. Was somebody else in there? I don’t remember him saying he was going to invite over any of his friends and family….he said it would be our day.