Chapter 13
"Damn, what shall I do?" Kier asked helplessly
"Ah yeah! Is that true that I'm your wife's crush?" Bryden asked innocently. Kier glared him
"Are you stupid?!" Kier can't help but shout
Jase laughed
Kier and his wife aren't on good terms, and his friend says Shielyn has a crush on Bryden.
"Bryden, I’m on the verge of exploding right now! Your presence infuriated me that I forgot my manners, so get out of my sight before it's too late!" Kier warned him
"Eight-three-one, bro," and he gave him a flying kiss while laughing.
"1134 2 09," he replied.
"Don't you think I don't know what those numbers mean?! Jase said proudly while a playful smile appeared on his lips "fifteen and forty-three," Jase.
"Forty-three 2 " Bryden
"Bryk, can I punch you?" Kier asked in a severe tone, and his eyes narrowed. He wants to burst his anger.
Bry showed him his middle finger.
"C'mon, let's fight" he stands up and fixes his clothes.
"Hey, stop it" Jase stood too. He knew what would be the result of this. They will do a lot of damage.
"Damn! Kier! Can you restrain yourself? Your asshole," Jase said in annoyance.
Jase knows how Kier acts when he's not in the mood. He can kill Bryden; he knows him on how he fights. Kier sat on the sofa beside Jase and grabbed the beer bottle in annoyance; he drank it straight.
"Get the fuck out of my office!" There’s a press in his ever words
"Damn! Man! Fix yourself! Are you asshole and stupid?!" Bryden is serious right now.
"You're not in the right state! my first time seeing you like this,” he said in frustration.
“I’m not used to it,” Bryden said, messing his hair.
Kier didn't bother and got another tequila. He stocks alcohol in his office whenever he wants to stay; he gets something to drink.
"Lad, I told you how fucking times to restrain yourself and stop bursting your anger to other people" Jase personally came to talk to him and nag him; he's doing shit things again like he used to do.
Jase doesn’t like how his ways of hurting people; he was an arrogant and lousy boy when he was in school.
Bryden knew he beat up two pips yesterday and almost killed them.
"Get out of my office and get lost!" He roared.
Jase shook his head while Bryden drank tequila in annoyance and stupidity at his friend.
Weeks have passed since they drown their selves in alcohol, and here, they are again drinking as fuck. Bryden still has a flight tomorrow. He can't drink till dawn; he must restrain himself. He doesn’t want to die on a board.
"Kill yourself!" Bryden. They join Kier to drink all the tequila in his office.
Bryden came to ask for an update about the help he asked for the airport is planning to build “by the way, what’s the next step we should do? Have you talked to Mr. Luca?” Bryden asked.
“Tomorrow,” Kier replied, “let’s talk about it.”
“I have my flight,” and Bryden glares at him.
“hit me up when you get home,” Kier.
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Shielyn is in deep thought that Kier is with his mistress or is cheating. He must be home at eight, or his later is 10 pm.
She's getting angry.
Kier must be home now! She swears if ever she is caught in the act, she won't think twice to slap divorce papers on him. Shielyn has been waiting for him for five hours. By the time she heard a doorbell, one and another doorbell, the doorman couldn't stay.
As she opens the gate, she sees Bryden, and her cheeks immediately turn red; she hasn’t fixed herself. Why is he here?
"Moron, fix yourself!” he’s guiding her drunk husband; Bryden is having a hard time, looks in trouble, and is irritated too.
"Oh, here's your asshole husband!" He gave it to her without care, and they got out of balance. She's struggling to hold her husband; he’s too heavy.
She saw Bryden wipe the side of his lips "this dimwit punches me!" He growled
She's struggling to hold him; Kier is too heavy.
"Can you handle him? I still have an idiot friend to take care of" he pointed to his car, and she saw someone sleeping at the back of his car.
"Uhmm, can you help me?" She shyly asked. She can’t carry him; he is too heavy, plus he’s tall, and just a tiny potato; her height is 4’11, and nothing compares to her husband's height.
He sights. He doesn’t have a choice, either.
"tell him not to drink if he can’t handle himself!" Bryden returned to Kier and started walking; she opened the gate widely.
"He must be lucky to have me, his angel friend that the God above sent me in his life," he arrogantly said and praised himself.
"Where is your room?" He asked, and she guided him
"Fuck! Lad, can you please cooperate!" Bryden is annoyed when he’s not moving.
As he lays him on the bed, he faces her and wipes the sweat on his forehead.
"Please, talk to this idiot. He must be an asshole and short-tempered, but he loves you," he pleaded with her.
"he's killing himself, and if you want him to live, talk to him; he doesn't know what's his doing!" He said in annoyance as he held his lips and looked at Ken.
"I'll beat you tomorrow, moron! You'll pay for this! Shit! You almost ripped my handsome face!"
Shielyn doesn't know if she must feel sorry for Bryden or laugh; he’s cute. And she saw how he loves his friends.
He looks at her again, and his face is serious.
“I’m not used to seeing him like this.” Bryden's brown eyes are sincere.
“We had been friends for years, and this is not him. He can’t focus on his work and keeps scolding his employee” he taps her shoulder.
“Please, settle the things between you two,” his words processing her brain.
"Talk to your lover; I'll go. I still have Jase to take care of"
She may not say her gratitude as Bryden storms out of the room.
Kier is soundly sleeping in the bed; he drowns himself in alcohol. Shielyn sat beside him, and she ran her finger over his face, this dark circle under his eyes, a sign that he hadn’t got enough sleep, his long lashes, and his thin pinkish lips. She ran his fingers in his smooth hair. His face is angelic. Kier would be gorgeous if he became a woman; his nose is perfect.
She decided to change his clothes.
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<Shielyn>
As the sun rose
I felt someone hugging me tight, caressing my hair, and sometimes kissing me on the forehead. I want to struggle.
"Hmm!" I groaned.
Someone chuckled, and darkness consumed me again.
I woke up again and looked at the side clock; it was almost lunch, and I looked at Kier beside me.
He must go to work.
I tried to wake him up. He opens his eyes slightly.
"W-what?" He hoarsely asked, his morning voice.
"Don't you have work?" I softly asked
He faces the other side and puts the pillow on his face.
"Don't talk to me!" Kier hissed sleepily.
He's not in the mood. I chuckled; he didn’t sleep well, so he’s surly.
I let him sleep and got up. I tried to cook since he was sleepy. Hours passed, and he was not getting up, so I decided to check on him.
He is awake and snuggling on a pillow.
"Ken, aren't you hungry?" I asked.
I tried to make a conversation.
"I cook," I added.
I don’t know how to talk to him; I’m still mad and want him to coax me.
"Hmm," that's all he replied.
"Are you mad?" I asked.
A long silence
He's topless, and I see his well-built chest, but he doesn’t have abs.
"Wife," he called me in a weaker tone.
"Can you get me Advil?" He sounds sick.
"Uhm. Wait for me here," I replied as I stormed the room.
"You have a fever," I stated as I pat his forehead.
"It's nothing" he gave me back the glass of water.
"How are you feeling?" I softly asked
"Fvcking! Headache!" He cursed.
"Do you want me to massage it?" I offered
He looked at me intently.
"Yes, please," he lay down, and I started to massage his forehead.
"Don't drink too much, please. You had been drinking for the last two weeks, and now you are drinking again," I said.
"You're not talking to me."
There's a bitterness in his voice as he closes his eyes.
I didn’t reply back
"But it doesn’t mean you can drink."
"Babe, please," he pleaded.
"I don't want to talk about it!", He simply said.
"Please, don't make another reason for us to fight" he looked bothered.
"I'm not starting a fight; I'm just saying I don't drink too much; look what happened to you!"
He opens his eyes
"I'm sorry, okay? Don't be mad" he leaned on the headboard and pulled me into a hug.
"don't be mad," he’s a husky voice.
"I miss you, Wife, so bad, it makes me insane" he nuzzled his head in my neck.
"Please don't be mad. I won’t do it again; talk to me."
