[Johan's POV]
It felt like he was being judged by everyone at the table.
Looking up from his plate, Johan chanced a glance at his grandfather and received the all too familiar stare whenever he committed something naughty. Although it lacked the usual cruelness, it still made his skin skittered with dread.
Johan grabbed the water glass, took a sip, and returned to his food. He felt too exposed to the entire world even though it's just his family, their guests, and the three men he, more or less, had romantic and sexual history with.
'Fuck my life.'
Thankfully, his father didn't join them for today's lunch or it would have been a bigger disaster. The man was probably in Grandpa Peter's house, wallowing in his bitterness and resentment.
"So." Don Juanico cleared his throat, making everyone jump. "What were you four boys fighting about earlier?"
