The Boss is a Masochist?!?!?

Chapter 17

Thomas P.O.V.

Boss handed me the keys. "Lock up when you're finished and dont damage the boy too much".

"I can promise to lock up but I cant promise I won't hurt him".

He sighed. "Just stay calm".

He walked out and closed the door behind him. It was around 10 o'clock. Christopher had done all his homework already. He was now sitting on the leather couch.

I tapped my foot. "Can you tell me what the fuck was going through your mind?"

He shrugged and I got up close to him. "You dont hve the option of not answering Christopher. You will answer me".

He had his hand down. "I just dont understand why you chose him. Why did you have to turn out like hin?"

I ran a hand through my hair. "What does that mean? Why am I gay?"

He nodded. I gritted my teeth. "I love Maxwell. As your brother, I hoped that you would accept. The way you treated him was unacceptable. You are lucky that Maxwell was the one that hit you. If it was me, I wouldn't have stopped with one hit".

"So you would've beat me because your boyfriend has an attitude problem?"

"NO! I sould beat you because you are so spoiled and dont realize what you have. You are so closed minded that it honestly scares me sometimes".

"You hate me".

I sighed and hit his head lightly. He rubbed his head. "I could never hate you. I am very pissed at you, but I don't hate you".

He kept his head down and didnt speak so I continued. "You are my precious little brother. I will always love you. Just, please behave yourself more and try to respect Maxwell. He is not used to kids, especially a spoiled brat".

He mumbled. "Ill try".

I patted his head. "I will be out of the country early tomorrow morning to tuesday. Please do not cause too much trouble".

He nodded and I nudged him. "Let's go home".

***

On our way home, we got some pizza again and Chris fell asleep. He is so frustrating, but after being raised by those terrible people, I can't blame him. Those damn parents planted the idea that being gay is wrong then leaves him to do what he wants.

I pulled up in our driveway and parked the car. I shook Christopher. "Get up".

He lazily got out the car and went to the door. I opened the door then before he could go upstairs, I handed him the spare key.

"Take good care of it".

He nodded. "You can come downstairs and get some pizza when you are ready".

He nodded again then walked upstairs. I sighed and walked inside. I saw Maxwell sitting in the living room with a drink in his hand. There was a whole bottle of white wine on the table.

Luckily, my baby can hold his liquor. I plopped down on the couch and put my arms around him.

"What drink number is that?"

He finished whatever was in his glass. "I think five...maybe".

I smiled. "Are you hungry?"

He shook his head. "Im not feeling well. My throat hurts".

I smiled and kissed his temple. "It's just the wine doing that to you".

He seemed so dazed out. I picked him up and carried him upstairs. I placed him on our bed and I went to take a quick shower.

**

When I got out of the shower, Maxwell was curled up on the bed. I sat down next to him and placed his head in my lap. I played with his hair. He hummed and closed his eyes.

"Babe?"

"Yes?"

"Im leaving early tomorrow morning".

He whined and I smiled. "For hoe long Thomas?"

"Only till Tuesday".

He seemed go be thinking. "Do you want me to make you something to eat for the road?"

"No it's fine babe. I dont want you to wake up early. You need your rest".

He seemed to be thinking about something so I turned off the light and layed us back on the bed. I pulled the blanket over us.

My arm was wrapped around him as he layed on my chest. "What are you thinking about?"

He curled into me. "Who else is going?"

I sighed. "I know what you're really wondering. Daniel is coming as my assistant and Lenny is coming as the second sylist".

He seemed to stiffen as soon as he heard Daniels name. I rubbed his back. "Do you trust me?"

He answered right away. "Yes I do".

I smiled. "Good. Now get your rest".

He shuffled closer to me and then I heard his breathing even out. My little angel, I would do anything for him.

***
Beeo beep beep beep

I slowly got up but the stopped. Maxwell was sleeping so cutely on my chest. I groaned as I had to slowly move him away. I picked up my pillow and placed it next to him. He grabbed it and cuddled with the pillow.

I smiled and started to get ready. I quickly packed my suitcase. Maybe procrastinating is not my best characteristic, but I can't help it.

I heard shuffling on the bed and my baby woke up. "Thomas?"

He rubbed his eyes. "Yeah babe?"

"I wanted to tell you bye".

I walked over to him and kissed his cheek then his lips. "Ill miss you. Make sure to text and call me. Okay?"

He nodded and then rested his head back on the pillow. In a few seconds, he was sleeping again. I carried my stuff downstairs and wrote a note for Christopher.

Hopefully nothing bad happens.