Chapter 59 - 58
"Is it not true? Do you even have plans of marrying him?"
I flinched at his question.
I... I wanna marry Justin. I love him with all the fiber in my body.
"Let's say that you really do. What would happen if you made a family with him? Even if you'd try blackmailing me by having a baby with him, you know I still wouldn't approve of it. It'll just make him and your child suffer for the rest of their lives, Tristan," his eyes showed that he was serious about what he was saying just now.
I clenched my fists, burying my nails into my palms as I tried to calm myself down.
"What if... What if I take over the company and stop painting? Will you let me marry him?" I said as I straightened my posture and held an eye contact with him.
"You know the answer. It will always be 'no', son. After you take over the company... No, before you take over the company, you should break up with him already. It's bad for your image to be with someone like him. I'll set you up with someone instead," he said as a victorious smile curved into his lips, as if he's telling me that I have no control over my own life.
"This conversation is over, then. If you weren't even gonna allow me to be with him, then there's no point in trying to negotiate with you. Do not contact me for such matters again if you wouldn't even let me do what I want," I said calmly, trying not to raise my voice.
"Why are you getting mad? I called you here to talk about spending Christmas together, not pick a fight with you," he said with a sour expression.
"You started it. You dragged him into this conversation," I said as I gritted my teeth.
"Fine, I'm sorry. Now, are you gonna spend Christmas with us?" He asked. "No. I have no reason to," I sad firmly. "I figured that would be the case. Go. Leave. Spend the rest of your 20's with that omega and come back soon," he said with an emotionless smile on his face.
I took a few deep breaths to calm myself and said, "I'll get going now."
As I walked myself out of that house, I felt my chest tighten.
I feel so frustrated. I'm frustrated because I'm weak. I can't even do anything for Justin.
How could I ever go back and spend Christmas with his family if I'm... like this? If I'm... a mess?
I was so happy just a few hours ago. Spending time with him and his family made me want something like that, too. A family. A home.
As soon as I got out of the house, I angrily pulled my hair while gritting my teeth.
"Goddamn it!" I yelled as I let go of my hair.
Yeah... I want a family just like Justin's because my family is so fucked up, I can't even call them family.
What angers me the most is how they—no, how 'he' doesn't let us live our own lives. Troy... Yeah, even Troy! He only ever let him become an actor just because he thinks he can monitor him through that. He can monitor him because the media's eyes are always on him. And Terrence? Of course, he's being monitored as well. He even paid the staff in his school just to keep their eyes on my brother!
From a very young age, I was brought up to be the perfect alpha everybody expects me to be. I'm athletic, friendly, good-looking, smart, tall—you name it. That's me. I engaged in all sorts of activities, and I had to be good at everything. I did everything I could to please my father. Everything... literally everything. I graduated at top of my class—no, at the top of the school. I studied at a prestigious university just like what he wanted. I had to be perfect. I wasn't allowed to have a flaw.
And what he sees as the flaw in me is my love for painting. For the first time in my life, I rebelled against him as soon as I graduated college. I painted instead of working at our company and trying to make a name for myself in the business world. That's how much I loved painting.
But... painting doesn't even matter to me anymore. I'd give everything and anything just so I can marry Justin.
That's the only thing I want right now and in the future. I just... wanna be happy with him. It doesn't matter if I stop painting. It doesn't matter if I'd be the one handling that goddamn business. I'm willing to give up my passion just so we can keep our relationship going...
I sighed.
It's not like I can do anything right now when I'm so pathetically powerless. There's no use in despairing right now. I'd definitely look for a way not to keep us apart. For now, I have to go and check on my brother and after that I should go back to Justin's house and... act like nothing happened.
I dialed Troy's number and after a few rings, he picked up his phone.
"Where are you right now? Are you feeling better?" I asked as soon as we had connected. "I'm at home, and by that I meant Daryl's house. Terrence is taking care of me so I'm fine. You don't have to worry," he said and chuckled. "This is no laughing matter, okay? You haven't had your heat since forever. Do I really not have a reason to worry about you right now?" I said in a serious tone.
"Woah, chill! You don't sound so good yourself, you know? And yes, you don't have a reason to worry about me. I'm fine, really. An old friend was the one who found me in heat and brought me into his home. He didn't do anything to me, nothing happened between us, and that's it. Now, if you have anything else to say, say it now 'cause I'm really sleepy and my head is throbbing," he said and sighed.
"Should I go check on you?" I asked. "No, that's not necessary. I'll be fine. Really..." He replied. "If that's the case then, okay. I'll trust your words. Make sure that you get yourself checked, okay? Go to your doctor. I'll be hanging up now. Take care of yourself and you can just ask Terrence if you need or want something," I said and bit my lower lip. "Yeah, I will. Bye~," he said and ended the call without even waiting for me to say goodbye, too.
He's really a piece of work.
Now, I guess I should go home and pick up the gifts?
*****
I looked at the two boxes of gifts I wrapped a few days back.
Justin told me that his mom likes collecting perfumes, his dad likes wines, and his brother likes cooking. I got his mom a designer perfume, a wine for his dad, and a set of knives for his brother. The wine is being chilled for now since it might go bad. It's not like I know that for sure, though. I picked the gifts with Justin and even split the bill with him, so these are our gifts for them.
He really kept insisting to split the bill when we bought them 'cause he thinks he's leeching off of me haha.
And as for his gift... that's a secret for now.
Haaa... I wonder what he's doing now.
JUSTIN'S POINT OF VIEW:
It's already a bit late. He told me he'd be back tomorrow so he's probably staying at his unit.
Is he not gonna call me? I want to call him but... I want him to call me first today.
10 minutes.
30 minutes.
1 hour.
2 hours.
3 hours.
"Is he really not gonna call me?" I mumbled to myself as I pouted. I grabbed my phone and looked at the time.
It's already 11 in the evening.
My heart felt like it was getting squeezed tightly as hundreds of thoughts started popping into my mind, overthinking the situation.
Did something happen to him?
Is he just asleep?
Why didn't he bother calling me?
Did something bad happen to Troy? Is that why he hasn't called me yet?
Or.... did he forget?
I stared at my phone again, waiting for his name to appear.
Even just a greeting would be nice. A surprise or anything of the sort isn't really necessary. I just... want him to recognize that this day is even just a bit special for him, too.
"Am I being way too sensitive about this?" I said to myself as I put my phone beside me as I lie on the bed.
I sighed as I stared at the ceiling.
Maybe I'm just overreacting. It's just our monthsary. It's nothing that special. It's not like it's our anniversary or something.
As I was about to fall asleep, I heard our dogs barking loudly from downstairs. They were put back inside the house since Tristan isn't here and it's kinda sad having them stay outside too.
I stood up and went downstairs to check on them.
There isn't a burglar or anything of the sort... right?
I slowly and quietly walked down the stairs, preparing myself for the worst and I almost fell because of what I saw.
What's happening...?