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Chapter 8 - “In little terrarium”

The tone was set so that they'd see him serious.

Yet so it happened that once his fellow colleague,

Bel, wobbled in, mumbling the filthy statements

regarding all but logic – the full house of guests

looked at this drunken mess, giving judging looks

towards Eliot.

"What friend he is, letting Bel off the rails again.",

"And he said there were improvements?" – the

questions were asked within the crowd. They

were restless and jumped at the gun to make their

conclusions.

Eliot ran towards Bel, grabbing the drunken mess

and dragging him out of the Great Hall.

"What? I was there for you! What is you problem

now?" – Bel was struggling to put one leg in front

of the other, even though Eliot was holding him.

"I did tell you to stay in the room – you're ab43

solutely wasted. Just not you ruined our glorious

moment for the business." – Eliot was mad. He was

preparing the event for a long time. He was getting

all as perfect as possible, yet his worst concern

proved right – Bel got drunk.

When Bel was to drink – he becomes this mess of

a person who spouts filthy remarks, sarcastic and

rude things. When morning comes and Bel wakes

up after the drinking – he remembers none of the

previous evening. Horrible drunk – but he would

not stop.

Eliot pushed the door open – dragging Bel with

him, closing doors behind.

Bel was pushed onto the sofa – he fell on it like a

potato sack. "Not gentleman-like at all!" – Bel was

exclaiming.

"You just messed up!" – Eliot grabbed Bel by the

collar. – "You just messed up, you idiot!"

Bel squinted eyes, trying to turn head to his left, to

not look in the Eliots eyes. Bels frown, unpleasant

alcohol aroma and heavy breathing – after having

the trouble of being pulled back into this room just

was not dealt with as easy this time.

Eliot shook Bel really hard. Then he slapped the

right cheek of his dear friend. "You muppet! Just

why don't you listen when spoken to?"

The slap made Bel give Eliot a surprised look –

not once have Eliot raised the hand to harm Bel. Not

once. Bel felt some of the alcohol fading out from

such shock. Tears swelling, eyes reddening. Bel felt

the heavy guilt.

"I'm sorry.." – Bel whimpered crying. – "I'm so

sorry…"

Eliot was pacing around the room, trying to figure

out the way how to make it better. One he heard

Bels voice – he turned to look at him. Crying Bel

was certainly a surprise to see. Eliot approached

Bel, sitting down next to him. He wrapped his right

hand around Bel and pulled this crying drunk into

hug.

"You idiot." – Eliot exhaled.

"I'm so sorry.." – Bel kept mumbling, as tears were

falling down his cheeks.

Soon enough Bel calmed down, falling asleep in

Eliots arms.

Eliot then left this sleeping mess on a sofa. There

was still an event that needed to reach a conclusion.

The lights were flickering, the guests were still

there – yet thank god, due to having a great assistant

– Eliot exhaled in relief.

His assistant already rounded up the mess, and

was in the middle of explaining the business plans

and ideas. She was great at extinguishing this sort

of fires.

Her work was tasteful, just like her looks and

approaches.

Eliot approached the stage again. She saw him.

And with the best of the ways reintroduced Eliot

back to the stage:

"Right now, lets hear the main idea of this project

from the very founder – Eliot Addeson!".

Eliot got up on the stage, with round of applause

that was echoing through the hall. He managed to

finish the event smoothly.

"Now – please enjoy the rest of the evening!" –

Eliot finished up, receiving the round of applause

he went down from the stage – now having few

interested gents and ladies approaching him to have

more talk about the project.

It was now an hour past the end – the guests were

now mingling between each other.

The Assistant gave a little report and said she'd

manage the rest of it, so Eliot can go – he was really

happy to know that he's covered by her.

Eliot walked slowly to the room where Bel was

asleep – to find that Bel was not on the sofa. Panic

for a moment took over the body – Eliot darted

towards the other room. For the great relieve he

heard the shower in the bathroom working. He

went towards the bathroom – opening the door

to discover that Bel was under the pouring water.

Having a shower.

That sort of shower was the good way of getting

sobered up. So Eliot stood in the doorway, his hands

crossed on his chest, his shoulder against the door

frame, legs crossed. He enjoyed the look of Bel

showering.

Fine body, mildly tanned, muscles shimmering,

as Bel was washing up. He had a nice structure.

Sportsman body. Bel is still unaware of the Eliots

look.

"Elioooot, I'm sorry." – Breathed out Bel, practicing his apology, his face upwards, water streaming

down his shoulders, – "Please forgive my silly self

for giving you hard time. Hope I can make up for it

somehow." – Bel took a deep breath, – " Somehow…

" – He repeated.

"You can pay me back with your body – I'll forgive

you then. Maybe." – Eliot spoke up. Bel turned

around in surprise.

"What? You mean you heard?!" – Bel exclaimed.

"Yup. All of it." – Eliot grinned.

Bel turned the water off, stepped out of the tub,

ran his hand through his hair from front to back.

"Enjoying the view, you perv?" – Bel took towel

to dry himself off, but Eliot came in closer and took

over.

"Now you'll just take all from me… Want to make

me feel like an absolute crap, huh?" – Bel was being

annoyed.

"Not really. I'll just take you up and have my way.

That's gonna be your apology" – Eliot rustled Bels

hair with towel, then holding Bels cheeks, drew in

for a kiss. Bels face still moist.

Eliot pushed in his tongue – Bel was not resisting.

After a deep kiss Eliot pulled back.

"That's it?" – Now Bel was a sarcastic. He hugged

Eliot – getting his clothes wet.

Eliot looked down, as the shirt became see through

in some bits. Then looked in Bels eyes.

"Want to plat it this way?" – Eliot gave a cold look,

making Bel get slight shiver of fear. That look made

Bel step back, but it's too late – Eliot grabbed him

tight.

"Now, dear puppy, you'll undress me, then will go

on the bed and will prepare yourself for me to have

you in ways that I want." – Eliot released his tight

grip on Bels waist.

Bel, although surprised, started to slowly unbutton Eliots shirt. Bel just knew that getting Eliot

angry is the worst – there is no forgiveness, there is

no "pardon" – there is only punishment.