Dinner

Pedro's POV

I was greeted by the scent of roast chicken as I opened the door and got into the house. On a good day, I may have smiled. But today wasn't a good day for a lot of reasons.

"Hey babe" Fred said. He came out of the kitchen with an apron covering his naked torso. His skin glistened with sweat. He tried to kiss me and I gently brushed him off.

"What's wrong babe? Bad day?" He asked wrapping his hands around my neck.

"Yes" I grunted trying to pry his hands away from my neck but he was strong enough and his hands wouldn't budge.

"Nothing a good piece of me can't fix" he said flashed me a smile and tried to kiss me again and again, I shifted my face and his lips landed on my cheeks.

"Was it that bad?" He asked his face squeezed in worry. He finally released me from his hold and I began to walk towards to stairs.

"I made us dinner and I have good news. Freshen up and come down, let's eat" he said to my retreating figure. I grunted an okay and continued going up the stairs.

I got to my room, flung my briefcase on the bed and was soon out of my clothes. I got to the bathroom, and as soon as the cold shower hit my skin, I felt a little better. I was still angry.

Angry at the stupid board members, they could rot in hell for all I care.

Angry at Shanice, she was begining to bug me so much.

Angry at Marco.

Who was the guy that came to pick him today?

After the board meeting, I had gone straight to work on the designs. And at the end of the day, I had been able to go through a lot of them and I was actually feeling good. I had seen Marco leave for the elevator and then a thought came to me. Why don't you offer to take him home? It's not like you're rushing home for anything in particular. I had hastened to be in the elevator with him but it had closed when I got to it. I had to wait for it to come back and I got in hoping he hadn't gotten a cab and left. I ran (I fucking ran) to my car and drove out of the parking lot as fast as I could. I found him in front of the building like I had prayed he would be but I was almost blinded with jealousy when I saw him hug a guy I hadn't seen before. He didn't work for me or I would have known who he was . Marco seemed happy to see him and he even opened the door for him to get in before driving away.

I had remained in the spot seething with rage.

He shouldn't be hugging anyone else but me.

No one is allowed to open doors for him but me.

No one is allowed to even go near him.

At the thought, the shower that had provided me some comfort few minutes ago seized it's soothing effect and I became angry at the innocent drops of water. I switched off the tap, wrapped a towel around my waist and got back into the room.

What if the guy was his boyfriend?

I dressed in a pair of Nike sweatpants and hoodie.

Why the fuck am I pissed? It's not like he is mine.

I stuck my feet into a pair of white Nike shoes.

Then I'm going to fucking make him mine.

I started going down the stairs. I could still hear Fred in the kitchen. A kind of slow music I couldn't place was playing from the speakers in the sitting room in a low volume.

What the fuck is he doing?

I stepped into the dining room and I was shocked. Fred had gone all out and prepared a candle lit dinner. The entire dinning area was decorated in flowers and neon lights. He had placed a vase of rose flowers at the center of the table, a bottle of wine (a really expensive brand) and wine glasses.

"Hey babe. You are here" Fred said as he emerged from the kitchen, a plate of something hot in his hands.

"And you look hot" he added coming over to kiss me.

"What's all these for?" I asked still surprised. Fred never cooks. Or does anything stressful aside gym and work.

"I decided to make my boyfriend dinner today"

Boyfriend?

"Since we can't go out for a real date because of your family, I wanted to bring it inside instead. The privacy was quite tempting" he continued and crashed his lips on mine again. I was too dazed to see it coming or prevent it.

"Come and sit down" he said pushing me to one of the seat, "time to get served by the sexy chef"

He pulled out the seat for me and placed a napkin on my laps

What?

He disappeared into the kitchen again and when he came out the apron was gone and it's place, a blue button up shirt. He had a big platter of chicken which he placed at the center of the table. The first course of the meal was Curry soup, which was a bit salty. We ate in silence at first. I wasn't really hungry but I didn't want to offend Fred and risk a tantrum. The main dish was pasta and chicken.

"So, you know baby, I told you I had good news and you weren't in a good mood, so I wanted to get you fed and relaxed before I shared it" he said in between mouthfuls

I nodded, slowly chewing, wishing the evening would go faster. The music that were floating into the room from the speakers was already annoying me. My thought was slowly drifting again.

Marco. What was he doing? Probably in bed with that guy.

I angrily crushed a chicken bone. Fred didn't notice that I wasn't paying attention anymore and was still saying something.

".....major role in a new block buster movie" he concluded and I finally looked up. He was smiling and looking at me expecting me to say something while I had no idea of what he had just said.

"I'm sorry, what did you say? I kinda drifted a bit there" I said.

His smile lost a few meters but he began to say what he said again still excited.

"I bagged a contract to star in a block buster movie"

"That's great" I said forcing more enthusiasm into my voice than I actually felt.

"I know right! And....." He said still smiling

"And?" I asked getting impatient.

"Let's toast to the contract first and then I will tell you the second good news"

He opened the wine and poured a moderate quantity into our glasses. He picked up one and gave me one.

"To more contracts and more money"

Classic Fred.

I took a sip and began eating again.

"And the second good news is that I got you a role in the movie too. Not a major role but still, a good one. The shooting begins in two weeks in Hawaii and I have already booked two tickets. I can't wait to be on set with the love of my life" he concluded and started eating again.

My appetite had escaped through the window. I dropped the cutlery in my hand.

What the fuck?

"You did what?"

"I got you a role in my next project, aren't you excited babe?"

"Excited? Are you fucking kidding me? Is this a joke?"

"No babe, what's wrong?" He dropped his cutlery too.

"What's wrong? You want to know the problem? You don't fucking think before you do anything. Did I ask you to get me a role in your stupid set?! I have a goddamn company to run and I don't have time to run around the country like you do"

"But babe, I thought this would be an opportunity for us to do something together and have fun"

"Well I don't have time to have fun. You said it yourself, I can't even take you to a bloody restaurant for dinner and the next thing that comes into your head is to go on national television and tell the world how much we love each other" I stood up and slapped the napkin on the desk. He stood up too and came to hold my hand but I shook him off roughly.

"But babe I didn't mean...."

"First of all, I'm not your boyfriend and stop calling me that"

"Pedro can you....."

"Second, you need to go home"

"But...."

"I'm going for a run and I don't want to see you here when I get back"

I walked away and banged the door when I got outside.

The hot evening had turned into a cold night. The cold breeze hit my face and I began to run.

I wanted to get away from everyone and everything.

My emotions were all over the place.

Anger, stress, sexual tension and love.

Love? I can't be in love. I just can't or I will kill somebody.

I had run for a while and was quite far from home when my phone began to buzz in my pocket. I stopped, panting. I picked out my phone and the caller id read 'Dad'.

I groaned.

I answered the call and his raspy voice came through the speaker.

"Hey son"

"Hi dad"

"Why are you panting? Are you okay?"

"I'm okay dad, just went for a run"

"Okay good. I need you in London tomorrow. Your brother has news. The driver would be at the airport to pick you up for dinner. Don't be late"

And the line went dead.

I groaned again.

And there was my family, adding to my pain.

He didn't even ask if I had anything planned for myself. Just imposed his schedule on me.

Classic Dad.

I dialled Shanice.

"Hello sir" her voice sounded sleepy.

Who sleeps by seven o'clock PM?

"Shanice, I need you to book a flight to London for tomorrow morning"

"Okay sir"

I ended the call.

I began to run back the way I had come from.

The run helped me release the pent up stress and anger and when I got to the house, I was in a better frame of mind.

I need to apologize to Fred. I was too hard on him. No matter how unreasonable he was, he was still my friend. Maybe we can have make-up sex after.

I tried to open the door but it was locked. I looked under the door mat and the spare key was there.

Fred had left.

Fuck!!

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