After my parents returned from the business trip, my mom started pestering me for a family dinner. I am damn busy, as I started indulging in every aspect of the company. I have given permanent retirement to my dad, and he was happy to take one. I don't know why my constant rejection of family dinners pissed her off; she didn't take no for an answer, so here I am going for the same.
It took me an hour to reach the mansion, and after parking my car, I entered. Both my parents were on the couch, and as I entered, my mom ran toward me and hugged me tightly. God, sometimes it's a curse to be an only child, and my dad was waiting for his turn.
We chatted for a few minutes, and I started feeling hungry. I insisted my parents start the dinner, but they were prolonging it, saying a few more minutes, and I was not getting the reason behind the same. My stomach began to growl by ignoring them. I stood up to go get something when Asher entered, and I was shocked.
I love my parents, and I know they love their only son, but sometimes I feel like they don't, especially my mom, who adores and gives in on Asher's requests every now and then. I made it very clear that they poke too much in my business when it comes to Asher, but she doesn't listen to me, and at some point, my dad joins her in everything. My mom wants my life with Asher, and I don't know why. After seeing what I have gone through every time, she still has a soft corner toward Asher. Once again, they proved how much Asher meant to them.
I was staring at my mom, who was miserably failing to face me, and I knew she was the reason behind Asher's presence over here. I was trembling due to the anger that was flooding in me. By facing my mom, I spoke. "I couldn't believe you did this to me." She was quick to approach me. "It's a formal dinner, nothing more. Please, let's have dinner calmly." I was stunned by her words my anger was reaching its peak. Damn this woman. "Ralph, please, let's get over with dinner." My dad with his pleading eyes. I sighed, trying to relax as much as possible, but his face would trigger me at some point, and if that happened, I was not the one to blame. By giving a warning glare to my mom, I made my way to the dining area, and everyone followed.
We were at the dining table, and tension was inevitable. To ease the tension, my mom tried her best to start a conversation politely and to keep it as normal as possible. My dad followed his wife and started questioning Asher about his career and his upcoming projects. Both my parents tried their best to include me in the conversation but were not successful. I had enough of their bullshit. They always tried to patch things up between us, and Asher always used my mom as his trump card. After finishing the dinner, I bid goodbye to my parents. They tried to stop me, but it was useless. Without giving them another glance, I was out, and I heard steps behind me.
Asher stood in front of me, making me halt my steps. His deceiving eyes were pleading for attention, and I hated to face it. I was burning with anger, and the worst part was that I was not able to open my mouth to tell him to fuck off from my face. This is the worst part of anyone's life.
"Ralph, please, let's talk." Is he not getting my clear message that I am fucking not interested in anything? "Please enlighten me on what is left between us to talk about." I was staring at him with an intense gaze. I wanted him to know how much I fucking hated everything about him. He was trying his best to frame the words before they sprouted. "I am sorry for everything." He was sorry, but why does it matter now? "Yeah, and I am not getting why you are apologizing now." "Ralph, I want you back in my life, and trust me, this time I won't mess things up between us. I learned my lesson." Is he fucking out of his bloody mind? "Was my message not clear when we broke up? We are fucking done, and I intend to keep it that way forever. "Cut this bullshit once and for all. Spare me from your meaningless promises. I don't want anything to do with you, understood? Give up, and I mean it this time." By shaking his head, he averted his gaze from me.
We were silent for a few seconds, and I wanted to take this chance and run from him before I ended up doing stupid things and regretting them later. "I want you, Ralph, and I am not going to give up." I couldn't help but laugh when a chuckle escaped from me. "So that you broke me forever and I couldn't find any chance to recover? Is that what you intend to do?" "Oh god, no, Ralph, no, I learned my lesson, and I mean it. I am sorry. Please give me one last chance." "Same thing you told me last time, and yet again, you were successful in betraying me. Stop giving false hope; I am not going to fall, and I mean it." He was hurt, and I don't give a damn about his feelings. I am done—no, not anymore.
Again, silence. He was lost for words, but I don't think he was done. His posture was all telling me. "I want another chance, one last chance, please." Uff. He is draining my energy. "You fucking betrayed me twice, and why the fuck will I give you a bloody chance? Are you fucking making sense? You fucking betrayed me twice." I stressed the last part a little louder so that it could go to his thick skull. "I know I didn't deny that, but I am sorry. I was young and stupid." "Don't fucking give me a shitty excuse; I was of the same age." "But our circle, lifestyle, and career—everything was different. I was handling so much, gained so much popularity that I was bound to deal with so many shitty people, and yeah, I couldn't control everything." "Did you hear the word twice?" "Ralph, I am sorry. I couldn't handle it." "Again, twice." "Ralph, stop giving reminders. I know what I have done, and I am feeling sorry for the same."
"Why? Why now do you want me back? It's been over a year." "I didn't want to approach you unless I made up my mind. I don't want to mess up anything again." "Oh, ok, but I didn't get over your betrayal and never will, so stop fucking approaching everyone around me. I know what the fuck you are playing at by approaching my parents and friends. Stop it. We are done forever." "I can't get you unless I win over your parents and friends, so don't blame me for scheming, and I am not going to give up, Ralph. I am going to win over you." These words only increase my rage even more. What the fuck is he planning this time? "What the fuck are you sprouting?" A humorous chuckle escaped from him. "I am going to win over you, Ralph. Prepare yourself. It's the hardest path, and I am going to win over you." This fucking confidence is annoying like anything. "Get over. We are done, and I am going to keep my word." The sentence left me with the same fury, but I don't think it had any effect on him. He was smiling. What the fuck was so funny? "Well, best of luck for the coming days." I was confused about what the hell he was planning. "Your furious gaze is provoking me to do so many things, but I am not an idiot to ruin things once again." I couldn't help but distance myself from him. Suddenly the atmosphere changed; Asher was more relaxed than he was a few minutes ago, and I didn't give any hope; trust me. His confidence level is having an effect on the rage that was burning inside me.
Once again, silence engulfed us, and Asher was smiling for no reason. "Expect my presence from now on, ok?" I am done telling him to stop whatever the hell he was into. I am exhausted from making him back off. By giving a mischievous smile, he started walking towards his car and drove off without blinking. I watched his every action.
An exhausted sigh left me, and a slight fear started to run through me after witnessing his confidence level. This is not good; his positive attitude after betraying me twice began to shatter my self-confidence. The oath I took when I tasted his second betrayal is going to blow out, and I am fucking questioning this to myself after everything I have gone through.
One small step, one medium, and one final step—mission accomplished. Oh boy, the final step takes bloody time, and I can't skip or force anything at this time. It's my final chance, and I can't blow this in any case. When Ralph gave me a second chance, it was like a miracle, and I should have taken our relationship seriously. I had to destroy everything and am now begging him to come back.
Do I deserve a third chance? Frankly speaking, no, I don't, but we have some history I fucking deserve, and I am going to snatch it. I love Ralph like so much, and I try my best to be good to him in every way, but my fame, status, and the perks that I get along with them easily divert my mind, and before I knew it, things would be out of my hands. Damn. He is too good for me, and yeah, I can't imagine my future without him, but I would pledge everything.
I have gained the trust of his family for the third time, and his friends are on their way. I need to take care of only one thing that keeps messing with my things and is always sneaky, trying to get a bloody chance in my absence. I think he had not learned his lesson, and I am going to prove to him once again who the bloody hero in Raphel's life is. That sneaky bastard dared to mess with Raphel again, and it was time to put a break to every fucking thing that was happening between them.
Well, it was time to play both romantic hero and villain characters at the same time. I fucking pray not to mess up any damn thing this time, and I swear I will regret it for my entire life. So, no other dick or vagina business.
Ralph's, and it should be only for Ralph's.