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Chapter 3

Warmth

I felt warmth surround me, making me feel safe and secure. Muscular arms were around my waist and I loved the feeling it provided me. Tristan must have had a fight with Bas because he always sleeps on my bed whenever they had a go at each other but he's always up before dawn making an apologetic breakfast for his boyfriend.

I made a move to remove his hand when a throbbing pain pierced through my head. I sat up straight and clutched my head in a death grip. My stomach turned and I felt bile rise up my throat. I gasped and shot up off the bed and made a beeline for the bathroom only it wasn't the bathroom. This room was filled with clothes.

"No! Come on" A voice groaned behind me

I tensed when it didn't seem familiar to me. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and slowly turned to see who had spoken up. As soon as my eyes landed on his blue ones, I gasped.

There on the bed is none other than Silas Richardson

Silas Isaac Richardson

Silas Isaac Richardson 'The multi-millionaire'

Silas Isaac Richardson 'The country's heart throb'

Silas Isaac Richardson 'The worldwide playboy'

Silas Isaac Richardson 'The man I lost my virginity to'

I gasped at the last one. I lost my virginity...to a man who most probably not care that he took my innocence. Tears gathered in my eyes and I could see him getting uncomfortable. My eyes travelled around the room and I noticed this is not my bedroom. I shivered with a frown. Why am I so cold?

I blushed at the answer. I looked around for my clothes but my eyes failed to see their whereabouts. Without making eye contact, I covered my family jewel and shifted uncomfortably on my feet. Tears threatened to spill over my lashes but I stubbornly kept them at bay

"Could you please spare me some clothes? I seem to have lost mine"

I spoke as calmly and as politely as I could. He nodded and stumbled out of bed as bare as the day he was born. I felt the heat on my face intensify as I got a glimpse of his baby maker. How he managed to fit that in me will forever be a mystery

He walked into the walk in closet, avoiding the puke on the floor. I felt like my face would melt off if I don't cool up soon but with the embarrassment and mortification, my face will not get a break unless I leave this house and somehow find my way back home. A few minutes passed and Silas walked out of the closet with some clothes in hand.

I smiled up at him, showing my gratitude before taking the clothes from his hands, making sure to avoid physical contact as much as possible.

"Thank you, Mr. Richardson" I nodded before quickly slipping on the clothes.

I pouted when I finally have them on. I'm practically swimming in his clothes. The sweatpants has the draw strings, thank the heavens, so it was snug on my hips but the length was too long so I had to bend down and roll it up. Standing straight, I notice the neck of the shirt kept on slipping off my shoulder. This will get old real fast.

"You know my last name?" Although it was meant as a question, it sounded like a statement

I nodded anyway and turned around to face him. On his handsome face, a frown sat and it didn't feel right with me but what was I to do. I don't know him personally to hug him or talk it out with him. Instead, I just stood there awkwardly while looking around the bedroom

"You have a nice room" I complimented

I looked into his handsome blue eyes and it was as if something snapped in him because as soon as I blurted those words, he glared at me with so much intensity, it had me backing away in fear.

"Of course you would think that. I bet you're just like all those other money hungry whores. How much do you want, huh? Name your price?" He huffed

I stared at him wide eyed

"What are you talking about?" I asked in a broken voice

How am I a whore? If I'm not mistaken, he came to me last night and not the other way around. If it was possible, his glare got worse but I wasn't having any of that. I didn't do anything wrong, if anything it was him who was in the wrong. I haven't done anything to deserve this kind of treatment and I'll be damned if I would let a complete stranger degrade me before getting to know me first

I walked up to him with determined strides and let my hand fly across his face. The skin to skin contact made a loud noise and echoed around the room. His head whipped to the side and I could see my hand print starting to show. I don't have it in me to care at this point. I may be shy and quiet but insult me or anyone I love and care about, you have to deal with the devil incarnate

"Call me a bad name one more time and I'll do much worse. I don't know what your problem is or whatever but keep it to yourself instead of acting out like a little bitch. Now if you would excuse me, I'm leaving because there's too much negativity in here"

With that said, I walked out of the room with my head held high. As soon as I was out of the huge mansion, I walked down the sidewalk...barefoot. I shouldn't have just walked out of there high and mighty. I should've asked to use the phone or something. But I doubt he'd let me use his phone after slapping his face

My hand still throbbed after the assault. This feels like some twilight shit. At east I didn't break my hand because that would be embarrassing.

The sun's heat covered me and made me break a sweat as the sidewalk began to heat up. My head began to ache the more I walked and if this continues, I think I'm going to faint or worse, die. Hangovers suck!

"Caleb, is that you?" An all too familiar voice called

I couldn't help but give a huge smile when I turned around and came face to face with a man in his late forties, Bentley Hart; Tristan's father, my second father when I was growing up, my boss and most importantly, my ride home.

"Good Morning Pops" I walked over to him and climbed into the passenger seat

"Sure Caleb, I don't mind giving you a ride" He said sarcastically

I smiled innocently at him, making him roll his eyes in amusement. Leaning over, I turned on the radio and frowned at the song that came on

Hey girl what ya doing' down there?

Dancing alone every night

While I live right above you

I can hear your music playing

I can feel your body swaying

One floor below me

You don't even know me, I love you

Oh, my darling, knock three times

On the ceiling of you want me

I lowered the volume and turned my head and looked over at Pops with wide eyes. Sensing my gaze on him, he gave me a brief look before concentrating on the road.

"What's wrong?" He asked, worry dripping off of every word he said

I pointed to the radio in exaggeration before cupping my mouth

"The singer was a total stalker" I gasped

He looked over at me for a quick second before he burst out laughing. The loud bellow made me wince when it worsen my hangover. I groaned and gripped my head tightly.

"Head sore...shut up" I whimpered

"Tristan took you out?"

I nodded and leaned back with a sigh when the ache turned to a slight throb. He opened the glove compartment without tearing his eyes from the road and got out what looked like pain killers. He handed them to me and along with his morning coffee. I smiled softly because he loves his coffee and doesn't like sharing

"Thanks" I mumbled, after taking the pills and drinking the caffeinated drink

He nodded and ran his hand through my hair just as I was slipping into unconsciousness

"Anytime son" He whispered before darkness consumed me

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"What happened to him?"

"Is he okay?"

"Is he hurt?"

Different voices asked different questions but one thing was for sure, they were all about me. The arms that was under me, carrying me bridal style, continued to do so until the comfort of a bed engulfed me and pulled me into a deep sleep

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I woke up in the dark. Sitting up straight, I groaned when I felt stiff. How long was I asleep for? Judging by the darkness outside, I'd say the whole day. It's a good thing today was a Saturday or I would be in big trouble with my boss. Who am I kidding? I would probably just get a slap on the wrist and a little lecture before I get on with my day

"Wanna tell me where you were?"

I screamed in fright and threw my pillow at the figure in front of me. I turned on the lamp on my bedside table and sighed when I saw that the intruding figure was only my younger brother. Bas rolled his eyes at my behavior making me glare at him in annoyance

"What the fuck, Bas? Don't do that" I sighed, clutching my chest

I swear to all things that's holy, Bas will send me to my grave early

"Fuck? When did you start getting vulgar, huh? And answer my question, where were you last night? We called your phone numerous times and not once did you pick up. Do you know how worried we were when Sally came home with a panicked Rhea because she lost you when she came back from the loo? She thought you were kidnapped. She cried herself to sleep thinking you were dead"

Guilt flooded my entire being. Rhea cried herself to sleep because of me? I vowed to protect them no matter what but I'm the one hurting them. What kind of big brother am I when I can't keep them from hurting? When I'm the cause of their hurt?

Tears welled up in my eyes when my chest constricted at the pain of the guilt. The heaviness of my chest had me gasping for air before a sob slipped from my parted lips. I slapped my hand over my mouth to muffle my cries.

Where were you last night?

Such a simple question yet it carried horrible memories. How can a night that started out okay turn into shit so quickly? My tears got heavier when this morning's events flashed through my mind

Of course you would think that. I bet you're just like all those other money hungry whores. How much do you want, huh? Name your price?

How can one classify me a whore when I've never performed intimate acts with another person in my life? If anyone's a whore, it's him. He has had different girls and boys warming his bed ever week; each of those individuals breathtakingly beautiful than the last. And according to magazines and such, his immoral act goes beyond our country's boarders meaning he's had flings all over the world.

Even if that's the case, it still hurts to be called a whore

I didn't realize I was crying until I had more than one occupant in my place of slumber. All eyes were trained on me and each one of them held worry and curiosity although concern overrode the latter. My mom rushed forward and took me in her arms, forcing me to lay my head on her bosom

"My baby" She cooed, rocking me back and forth while placing gentle kisses head

Bas wrapped his arms around me as well and laid his head on my shoulder while stroking my back comfortingly. Rhea came forward and sat in front of me and took my hands in hers while placing kisses on the back of my hand and murmuring words of reassurance and love. Heidi walked away from Easton and climbed on my bed and moved behind me before wrapping her arms around my torso from behind.

Easton looked uncomfortable standing by the door frame but he made no move to enter of leave. He hates comforting people but he's good people and we would never force him to do something he's not at ease with. Although anger was clear in his brown eyes and I was certain that it was directed to whoever had made me this way

This is the first time in a long time that I've cried like this in front of my family. When our dad was diagnosed with prostate cancer, I shed a tear but apart from that, I acted strong in front of my family and comforted them to the best of my abilities because they needed it. When our dad died, I didn't cry because everyone else needed me to be strong for them. I had to be strong for them. I had to be the pillar everyone leaned one. I had to be the rock that kept them from floating away, that kept them rooted. I had to be the man of the house that kept them in order

I guess my first one night stand broke me and got the real me out. The broken young man that had to act hard for his family

I leaned into my family and took the comfort they were giving willingly as tears fell from my sore eyes like a waterfall

I cried the tears that I kept in all these years. I cried the tears that wanted to spill when I first heard news of Papa's cancer. I cried the tears that wanted to spill when he left us to be in a better place. I cried for the innocence that I foolishly gave to a bastard of a man who doesn't deserve it. Lastly, I cried the tears of shame for showing my family how truly pathetic I really am

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