Mr. Dumas was visibly upset throughout the morning. Mrs. Dumas knew to avoid him if she didn't want to get hurt.
He waited patiently for Ezra and Arthur to arrive for breakfast. They arrived late, with Ezra's head bowing down, going to seat in his place next to Candice.
Arthur had his usual cold look on his face. Despite being his son, he got no respect from him.
The middle-aged man could smell a faint scent of wine and whiskey. He recognized the owners of the scents and he looks at Ezra, looking down on him. Ezra was wearing a turtle neck which covered his neck, but he could guess what they've been up to.
Ezra shrank back under his gaze. "You are late," he said harshly, although this was meant for the both of them, it was almost like he was speaking to Ezra directly.
"It won't happen again, sir," Ezra said apologetically.
Mr. Dumas was dissatisfied by Ezra's apology, however, there's nothing he could do in front of his son. "It had better not," he said making his dissatisfaction obvious.
It seems Ezra is forgetting his place in this house, perhaps reducing his allowance by half should teach him an important lesson.
Breakfast was served and everyone ate quietly. Once breakfast was done, he called Candice to his study room. "I want you to attend Ezra and Arthur's school to watch what they are doing," he said.
Although, Candice looked calm on the outside she was giving him the middle finger and cursing him in her head. Can't he find someone who isn't her. She's very satisfied in the school that she's in. Also there's a probability she wouldn't be in the same class as Ezra and Arthur.
"Yes, father," she said stiffly.
Mr. Dumas noticed her stiff behavior but he wasn't bothered by this. "Do this and I'll allow you to see your mother," he said.
Candice's eyes widened. She wants to sneer at him, but she held herself. "Of course," she said.
Mr. Dumas smiled at her. "Good, you may now leave," he said dismissing her.
Ezra and Arthur left immediately after breakfast. They didn't take any of the cars belonging to the Dumas family, instead, Arthur called his driver to take them to his apartment.
Why did he do this? Well, he doesn't want the family to know where he lived.
When they left the house, Arthur immediately whined to Ezra. "Why did you cover your neck?"
Ezra smiled at him. "As much as I love the 'art' you did around my neck, I don't think I want even more tension on myself," he said. Today's tension was a little less than usual probably because Arthur was here, but he could feel Mr. Dumas' dissatisfaction and disgust on him.
Arthur became serious and hugged him. "I'm sorry about about that," he said feeling a bit guilty.
Ezra wasn't angry, so he didn't know why Arthur was apologizing to him. "It's fine," he said, "but I need to figure out a way to cover up the designs you made."
Arthur didn't want Ezra to cover it up. He needs Milky to see this so that she'll know that Ezra 2as taken, and completely his lover.
He imagined her distraught face when she sees the marks he made on Ezra's neck. He grins evilly. Ezra hears his evil goggle and he was confused. "What are you laughing at?" he asked.
Arthur strokes his hair slowly. "I was thinking of crushing a bug," he said.
"Are you thinking of doing something to hurt Milky again?"
"Nooo..." Arthur replies looking up, he could only see the grey interior of the car. Kind of dull.
Ezra pouted. "I don't like it when you hurt people who did nothing to you," he said.
'Buy she did do something...' Arthur thought in disbelief. "Okay," he replies sweetly. "So do you breakfast dessert?" he asked, hoping to divert his attention from him wanting to destroy Milky to something else.
"Okay," Ezra replies, smiling and snuggling into Arthur hug.
Arthur blushed a bit and his began beating faster. "Okay, I'll order some pastries for the both of us," he said.
"Don't forget to get your own this time," Ezra said to him.
He was planning to get one of several snacks for the both of them to share, but he has a feeling that Ezra wouldn't want to share with him this time.
"Alright sweetheart," he said.
The driver in front sighed inwardly. 'I miss my wife,' he though