Elias Easton
It's been probably 2 weeks since our marriage and we didn't talk since that day.
The argument Anthony and I had after I managed to comfort Sam and brought him to his room was just like all the other conversations we had. Unnecessary.
The only thing we did was to shout at each other. Anthony again told me all the bad things I did and still do because I was keeping him here. I tried to explain him that I was trying my best to make him feel good, but he wouldn't listen as usual.
I have to admit that I've been an asshole at the beginning. What other people thought never bothered me. I also admit that at first I only wanted to use Anthony for sex and nothing else. But I figured that it would be more fun if he wanted it too. His smile was one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen, but he never offered me one of them.
The only times I got to see him smile was either on TV or when he was with Sam. I wasn't jealous at my son...or maybe just a little bit, but I was happy that the two most important people in my life at this moment were getting along with each other.
Well, to go back to how my relationship was with Anthony. It's honestly just like it was in the beginning. He hated me and I couldn't do anything about it.
I was frustrated that it was so hard to even simply get him to like me only a little bit. Our relationship didn't progress at all. We weren't even making baby steps. In contrary, we were still sleeping in my room together, but I gave him his space even though I really wanted to wrap my arms around him and never let him go again. I also let him wear clothes to sleep, which I would have never accepted under normal circumstances.
To distract myself from the unsuccessful relationship with Anthony I've fully dedicated my time and nerves to work. Especially the case with Sam still wasn't solved. Nobody knew who attacked us and who dared to shoot at my son. Sam didn't remember anything that had happened before he got shot so he couldn't give us any hints.
Anthony spent his whole time with Sam or in the medical area, where he also started treating other patients. Basically I never really gave him the permission to do so, he was only here for Sam, but I allowed him to do his thing.
To keep an eye on him, I sometimes sent Eric to look if he was fine and apparently he made friends with a few of my other doctors. The jealousy was overcoming me again.
Why was it so easy for everyone to approach him, except for me. He even talked with Eric from time to time which infuriated me even more. I mean I gave the order to kidnap him, but technically Eric did it.
I cursed as my cup of coffee fell over the documents that were sprawled all over my desk. Luckily there wasn't so much coffee in my cup anymore. I called one of my maids to help me get rid of this mess, while brushing through my hair out of frustration.
"Let me guess there wasn't any caramel syrup in your coffee, you got mad and just spilled it all over your desk?" Eric laughed as he stepped into my office without knocking first, which I got used to.
"I'm not in the mood for jokes." I warned him, while saving the documents that didn't get damaged.
"Since I know you, you are in a bad mood," Eric pointed out and happily layed down on my sofa.
I stopped collecting all of my documents for a moment and looked over to Eric who was surprisingly...happy?
"Are you seeing someone?" I asked skeptically. "You aren't the happy type of guy either. That's why we get along so well."
"Huh?" Eric retorted, his smile fading a little bit.
"Are you fucking someone right now?" I repeated, this time in a harsher tone.
"Right now I'm just sitting on your sofa," Eric said jokingly.
"You know, what I mean," I stated, which made him feel uneasy.
"I'm always sharing my bed with someone," he explained, but I wouldn't let him go this easily.
"It seems like it's only one person you are currently sharing it with," I pointed out, which made his cheeks go red.
If my mood was down before, it dropped to the ultimate lowest point in this moment. The last thing I expected was from Eric to keep secrets from me.
We always talked about everything together. Especially our sex lifes. To hear that he was seeing someone, who apparently meant a lot to him and he never once told me about it, hurt like hell.
"How long?" I asked, trying to stay calm. But after a while, where Eric only stared to the floor shamefully instead of answering me, I got angry.
"How fucking long?!" I raised my voice as I repeated my question, which made Eric jump lightly.
"It doesn't matter. I'm here to give you updates about Anthony and not to talk about my life with you," he stood up from the sofa, his good mood also being completely gone by now.
"Don't you dare not answering me. I want details! How long? Who?-"
"Why do you care?" Eric asked unnerved, which made me go still for a moment.
"You didn't just ask me that question?" I said emotionlessly.
"I did." Eric replied.
"Well, you are my best friend. That's why." I reminded him harshly and tried to hide my pain. He had never really been in love until now and the first time he was, he didn't tell me about it. That fucking hurt. Seeing that I always told him everything that was happening in my life.
"To be honest, I didn't feel like a best friend to you these last months. I felt more like an assistant or even just one of your workers that does all the work for you, so that you can concentrate on Anthony," Eric explained in a serious tone.
"Excuse me?"
"I don't know if you realize that, but you've become so egocentric. I mean you always were, but it definitely got worse. You want to have a friend that trusts you, a happy son and a husband that loves you that actually wants to be with you. The problem is that you aren't making any efforts. You put all the work on me and force me to spy on Anthony, which is totally ridiculous. You ignore Sam, his dreams and his talents. He's such an intelligent boy and a son everybody would kill for. But you only see a heir in him. As for Anthony you literally destroyed his life and expect him to love you, although the only thing you did until now was to make his life even worse. I really wish for you to finally wake up and actually do something instead of just sitting there, expecting everything to happen as you want it to." Eric explained desperately.
"Are you done?" I questioned coldly, wondering when my maid would finally make an appearance.
"I didn't want to hurt you. It's just a fact," Eric said as I decided to clean my office table myself.
"Telling me what a shitty husband, father and friend I am was really helpful and don't worry it didn't hurt at all. Monsters like me don't have feelings, remember?!" I said sarcastically.
"I never said that you are a monster." Eric retorted fiercely.
"You didn't say it, but you meant it and now can you do me a favor and leave me the fuck alone." I ordered angrily.
"Are you serious?" He asked shocked, his eyes wide.
"Dead serious."
"This isn't a way to solve your problems-"
"Get the fuck out of here!" I shouted furiously. Eric was shaking his head in disbelief, but thankfully left me in peace.
Apparently everything I made in my fucking life was wrong and all the people that were important to me hated me.
That's just fantastic
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Sorry for this short chapter. I'm not feeling good at all right now. But I still wanted to stick to my update schedule and post a chapter today.
Well yes, hopefully you are all doing okay and thank you very much for nearly 50K!
-Ally
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