Married to Three (bxb)

Chapter 40 - Patrick

It's been almost two months , since I had seen those beautiful blue eyes full of life, since I have heard that beautiful voice that sounded like music to my ears. Hell... it's been an eternity since we had fun together, played games , watched movies. I thought I was happy and content with my life before he came, but I was wrong. He was like a breath of fresh air. I felt an instant connection with him the first time I saw him. Initially I thought that he was like a best buddy for me but as time passed my feelings turned into something else, something much more deeper.

I remembered when I had kissed him in my car when he had his ass drunk as hell after the stupid drinking game we had played. Both of us were drunk and when he lunged at me, his lips so close to mine, I could not control myself. I had kissed him in that moment and to my utter happiness he had kissed me back. I had thought that he reciprocated my feelings but my heart broke a little when he denied remembering anything in the morning. I had thought to win his heart somehow even though he was not feeling the same way as I was at that time.

I had felt jealous the one time I took him out partying with my friends and Jane was all over him kissing his adorable cheeks . I had instantly dragged him out of the club. I knew I acted childishly but that's how my feelings were growing for him ; and him just seeing me only as his best friend caused me to lace with insecurities.

My insecurities increased when I saw those hickeys on his neck. He thought that he was able to hide those with the turtle-necks he had starting to wear but I was not naïve or stupid. I had figured out his night time endeavors with Adrian. I felt jealous whenever I saw him eyeing Adrian with a glimmer in his eyes thinking that no one was watching him. I know what Adrian did to him is unforgivable. I felt so much rage and anger towards Adrian when I found out about what he did to him. It was too late by the time I found out. I wanted to kill him but could not do so. Ofcourse... he was my brother.

What burned me worse was that instead of coming to me he went to David, that ass-wipe who used to torture him constantly. He had stopped answering my calls or texts or my skype calls and I thought he was busy with Adrian but when I came back I found him with David, sleeping with him and being all cozy with him. I was not aware about what Adrian had done to him at that time and seeing him like that with my brothers made me feel jealous but mostly broke my heart. I knew it was not fair to be jealous of my brothers, they had their equal rights to be his husbands but why was it only me who did not get his affections in such a manner. It was then that I felt that he would never see me more than his best friend and so I decided to distance myself away from him to preserve my breaking heart from any more misery.

I had stopped calling or texting him and just briefly answered his calls . It pained me to be away from him. When Dad had decided to throw away a Birthday party for him I was very happy. I was planning to come home anyway for his birthday if not as his lover then as his best friend. I could not miss his first birthday with me.

To my utter surprise as all three of us; me, Dad and Adrian headed inside the home ,we found complete silence. David had his ass drunk in the bar lounge and Evan was nowhere to be found. When Dave sobered up he had shown us those photographs and that's when Adrian got angry instantly recognizing the person in the photos. He said that he was right about Evan and now he had shown his true colours.

His words got me confused since I believed he and Ev were all lovey-dovey and so I pressured him to spill things out and then he revealed what happened between him and Ev. I was filled with utmost rage and had punched Adrian for calling my Snow White a Whore.

The four of us had sat in Dad's study when we had calmed down and discussed all the details that happened since Ev came here. I told them about Evan's job which only Adrian was aware of other than me. David told us about throwing Evan out of the house and another round of punching ensued between me and David , with Dad and Adrian trying to break the fight. Finally, we settled again after few more punches and hearing Dad's angry voice. It was extremely rare for Dad to get angry and that situation was perfect for him to be.

Dad and I completely trusted Ev and could not believe that those photographs held any truth. So we instantly send those photos to be scanned and tested for any image morphing techniques to be used. The other burning issue was finding the whereabouts of Ev. It had been near to 20 hours since Dave threw him out and he had not returned home. We had instantly sent Max and Carl; our most trusted bodyguards to look for him while we tried to figure things out here.

Another important issue was that if Paul was involved then would that mean Michael was involved too? We had to be very careful with our rivals now that this situation was going out of hands. Dave and Adrian were still reluctant to trust Evan but agreed to dive deeper into the matter to get to the bottom of the truth.

Max and Carl had no luck finding Evan. We had checked his room and it had all his belongings, his wallet, laptop, passport so he could not go back to New Zealand. We continued our search for him and it broke my heart every single day we did not get a lead about his whereabouts.

The results of the photo authenticity came the next day itself and to our utter disappointment they came out to be authentic. We did not lose our hope and patience and Dad hired his best private investigator to look into the matter and search for Evan.

Each day that passed made me more miserable. I wondered where my Princess was, all alone in this foreign land. Was he alright? I tried to be calm and composed so that I could do my best to find him and get to the bottom of the things. Every day I prayed to God for his wellbeing and to send him back to us.

Our prayers were answered and we solved all the puzzles in this mystery but it was too late now. I had lost him all thanks to my brothers and him. A lone tear escaped my eye as I remembered carrying his lifeless body out of that hell hole a week ago.

I hate both my brothers for what they did to him. I know they are so guilty that they want to bury themselves 10 feet under the ground , but can the guilt change what has already happened? Can it reverse the torture and trauma he faced during the last one month? Can it bring him back??

I wiped more tears from my face as I whispered, "I was too late my Sleeping Beauty".

"Too late", I said as I wept covering my face with my hands.

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Hey dears,

What do you think? Now you have some idea about what Pat thought all along and what happened at the Sharkey Mansion.

This was my favorite chapter to write.

The sadness prevails and I am sorry for that :(

Please vote and comment.

-Love,

Drizzle