I was staring at the most expensive Navi blue tuxedo, which looked rich. Of course, it's fucking expensive, so at least it should be elegant. I was confused about why I should wear this one today. What was the bloody occasion? Oliver was in the same room, scrolling. I signed again, and it was like umpteen times. "Did that bas.....by clearing my throat did he inform you why I should wear this tuxedo?" Oliver by glancing toward me. "You are allowed to use any slang in front of me, and I promise I won't use it ever. I know you don't like it, and I will never make you unhappy. To answer your question, no, Dad didn't inform me anything." "It's quite expensive, and what would be the bloody occasion? He didn't inform me any; he just told me to wear this and come to someplace." "Maybe you were late or slept something. This is not the first time you are wearing right. We wore in Uncle Ed's marriage." "Of course I do. But that was different. I mean, I knew what the occasion was. But this time I am not getting why I needed to wear this. It's dam expensive." 'Pop's, you are thinking too much. Just wear the tuxedo, and let's get going. We are late." I hummed in return. "Maybe some high-end party or something." "Maybe."
Again, this question. Why the hell didn't he inform me of anything? I was not fucking busy yesterday, but he was. That doesn't give him a reason for not informing me of anything and telling me to just show up. I am not getting why I am stressing unnecessarily. I was trying to ease my mind, but whenever I was facing this tuxedo, I couldn't. To add salt to my distress, there was a makeover too, and they were patiently waiting for my permission. "You can proceed; my Pop's is ready." I wasn't. I wanted to shout, but I didn't want to pour water on Oliver's excitement. He was unusually lively and energetic from the start of the day. Once again, by sighing, I gave in. They started their work.
After 30 minutes, I was facing the mirror Oliver was beside me. The tuxedo matched perfectly to me and my eye color. I looked dam good. I am not bragging or anything, but I looked different. This tuxedo enhanced my appearance, and I can bet Josh selected this one. Oliver gasped after seeing me. "You are breathtaking. I am not able to take my eyes off you. Why the hell was I born so late?" I could only chuckle in return. "Trust me I would have snatch you from anyone. No wonder he turned into a psychopath. " "Please watch your words in front of him." "Of course. Besides I can't do anything other than pissing him off. Today I am thinking of sparing him." "You graced him, but I am not getting why." "I am taking a day off nothing wrong right? Besides, I can show some sympathy now and then. He adopted for your sake and became my dad he deserves an occasional break." I started laughing on hearing that. Oh god, he always made my day. "Did I forget to mention I have fallen in love with my billionaire lifestyle? An additional perk. God, he definitely deserves my occasional pity." "He is dam lucky to have a son like you." "Pop's our relationship is a match made in heaven and you are the matchmaker by choosing me. Thank you. Let's get going dad will show his fits on me, and I don't want to change my good mood." "Right. right. Let's go."
Should I run? That was the question popping up in my mind from the time I entered the venue. I had purchased a house. It was a huge one, like an acre or something, and the view was awesome. It was Oliver's idea to arrange everything over here, and I obliged.
I have followed everything according to Oliver's plan. I am relying on a 12-year-old kid; my life is doomed. I have not questioned Oliver about anything. He is not going to answer, and I don't want to hear his snarky comments either, which surely pisses me off.
It was a last-minute invitation for only family members. I didn't want to invite any of them, and again, because of Oliver, I agreed. I was bound to get humiliated, so I intended to get that only in front of Oliver, not in front of these bastards and bitches. Oliver was going to take care of Gray's cell, so I don't think he would be alarmed in any way.
I was standing in the venue wearing a white tuxedo with an anxiety attack nearby, just waiting for it to come in. I didn't let anyone approach me. They had various emotions on their faces, especially Ed, his pathetic husband, Maria, and my sister.
Ed, who was mocking me by flaunting his ring, Maria and David were burning with anger and frustration as they were not able to reach Gray. My sister has an unbelievable face. Everyone else was neutral.
I want Gray in my life. I am really not a fan of my ways of getting him, and I am not sorry either. We need each other, whether Gray accepts it or not.
I don't know how. I blindly believed in a 12-year-old kid who, just like that, I arranged everything and stood here. I didn't ask anything, and I don't know what was going to happen. What I have to do I don't know even that. Oliver didn't feed me anything. So, the next few hours will suck my lifetime energy for sure. I asked Oliver about what I had to do once Gray entered the venue, and in return, he said, let's go with the flow. I wanted to shout at him about what bloody flow he was talking about, but I chose to shut my mouth. Strangely, his calm way of handling everything cools me somehow.
Fear of rejection. It was not new for me, but from the bottom of my heart, I want to tie the knot with him forever. I am not worried about the after-effects once we are married, but would I be that lucky? I would become food to these assholes once I got rejected, but still, nothing fucking mattered to me.
This desperation to keep him in my life and not lose him is greater than before. I want him to be beside me when I open and close my eyes. I want to completely erase the thought of him escaping from me once again if he has any. I know deep down he does, and I want that to rip it off of his mind. I want him to be only mine. Only mine until death apart. This can be my vow. I gladly and proudly say those only if he is patiently willing to hear them, of course, by altering a few words only for his sake. I will only follow my way.
Marriage is not horrible or a bad thing. Why not, he is willing to try. I am not that bad. I was, and I admit, I am not anymore. I am more than good, and I have turned into a possessive bastard. He doesn't know the depth of my possessiveness he tasted when he escaped, and I swear it's fucking nothing. If everything were in my hands, I would make him end up with me in our next birth too, wherever he was. I am so confident that wherever I go, whatever the situation, I will get my way around him.
He is ′ mine'' only mine. A smile will always form when I think of Gray and my possessiveness toward him. I don't know why I am so crazy, but I am in love with my craziness because it's on Gray. What more reason do I need? From the day I laid my eyes on him, it was always him. Nothing changed, but it got even deeper. Again, no complaint; I am enjoying this feeling.
I hate those who are glaring at me. I hate those who are praying to stop whatever I have planned. I hate the one person who is mocking me. I hate these idiots who are giving me a death glare. I hate that witch in the form of my sister's never-going-to-happen smile. I hate those two who just want to get entertained, nothing more or less. More than anything, I hate myself for becoming a bloody puppet.
I huffed. As the second passed, this anxiety was politely asking if I could come in, and I was trying my best to overcome it. I don't want to break down, not at least in front of these idiots. I am playing strong, and I know everything will be defeated in any minute.
I shouldn't have given in to the words of a 12-year-old, right? How on earth have I just agreed to everything? Here, fucking thinking to run any minute?
As Oliver said, I don't get balls like common if I consider everything, even I would reject me. Considering the past is okay to some extent, why the hell does everyone ignore the present version? I would myself fall in love with it. Whatever debate was going on within me, I was not going to win. My past can't be masked because of my present.
The car was parked, and one last time my mind was mocking me to run, it was not too late. I am being a stubborn bastard mocked back. I am ready to get humiliated.
Let's get over it once and for all. I will try again in the future until he gives in. Common, I am Joshua Miller, and I will have my way around Gray.