Xander’s POV:

“So Mr Helbram… you’re dating my son. My successor and only son to be exact.” Mr Morrison interrogated as he sat at the opposite side of the dining table, staring straight at me with those sharp intimidating eyes of his. I gulped, my palms sweating slightly on the inside

“Yes, Mr Morrison.” I replied honestly, looking straight into his eyes, not giving in to his frightening gaze. If I’m going to date Kye, no way am I going to waver in front of his dad even though he’s technically still my boss. I’m a man too for goodness sake. If I can’t even hold my footing in front of him, he’ll think that I’m unfit for his son.

“Do you think it’s right to do so without even asking me for permission for my son’s hand?” He raised his voice slightly, slamming his hand onto the dining table with much force as Kye shook him by his shoulders to cut it out.

How did I even end up in this situation? Oh yea… it started from a phone call from Kye’s parents that they’re coming back to visit for a week and his mum wanted to meet us apparently for dinner and so… here I am, facing a over-protective father bear.

Before he can continue his words, a loud smack sounded, making he wince in pain as  he rubbed the back of his head. Behind him stood Mrs Morrison, arms folded over her chest and a hardcover cookbook in her hand as she smiled down at her husband with a creepy look in her eyes. “What did I say about scaring our son’s boyfriend...Dear?”

A loud gulp can be heard as Mr Morrison fake chuckled at his wife. “I need to make sure that he’s good for our son, r-right?” This made both Kye and Mrs Morrison roll their eyes in sync as they stared at him with unbelieving eyes. “W-Well I have to do my duty as a father…” He stuttered miserably, revealing his true self. He’s actually a very easy going, understanding and kind hearted person. He’s well-liked by all the staffs in the company due to how considerate he is and how easy he is to talk to.

“Well the duty of you as his father is to help me bring the dishes out.” She sassed, making him groan in protest and volunteering Kye to do it instead. This earned him a death glare which he shrinks back down in fear. At least we know who has the most say in this house.

“I’ll help you, Mrs Morrison.” I offered, standing up quickly, earning a soft smile from her.

“Thank you dear. You’re such a helpful person unlike someone.” She huffed, dragging me by hand towards the kitchen but not before smacking him in the head once more with the book. Man… he must be thick-headed.

Dinner was one word. Delightful. Mrs Morrison’s dishes were one of a kind. The dishes may be simple but it has a very homey feel to it, it’s like basking in a mother’s warmth. A perfectly baked thin-crusted pizza topped with tender bbq chicken chunks, sprinkled over with handfuls of shredded mozzarella cheese and garnished with fresh parsley leaves and more savoury bbq sauce.

Smooth and creamy mashed potato topped with butter and juicy meatballs soaked in hot, mouth-watering wild mushroom gravy.

Al-dente penne pasta tossed in handmade tomato sauce and shredded chicken breasts topped with a generous amount of shredded parmesan cheese, neither overly sweet or salty.

A warm caramelized brown sugar apple pie with a mix of cinnamon powder, balancing out the rich flavours, giving the apple pie a touch of autumn and giving one mouth orgasms with every bite taken.

The meal was beyond perfection. It was better than any restaurant food I’ve ever tasted. I could even eat them everyday and not get sick of them. Man… it’s been long since I’ve eaten home cooking.

“I’ll help bring in the dishes.” Kye volunteered, picking up the empty plates which I then carefully took from his hands. “Your dad seems like he wants some son and dad alone time.” I motioned, pointing him towards the sofa where his dad sat, peeking slightly over his shoulder once in a while towards our direction. He’s such a weird yet interesting man at the same time. Nodding his head, he thanked me softly before running towards his unknowing dad and jumping at him, resulting in a very unmanly shriek to leave the older man’s lips.

Letting out an amused chuckle, I walked into the kitchen to find Mrs Morrison rolling donut holes in a tray of icing sugar, coating them with the sugary goodness. “Oh thank you dear, just leave those in the dishwasher.” She chirped, pulling out the dishwasher with her feet due to her hands being busy. Damn... multitasking at its finest.

“May I help?” I offered, seeing her fill the sugar coated donut holes with nutella, after I’ve washed my hands. Nodding eagerly, she handed me another syringe as I copied her actions step by step, not wanting to mess up.

“Woah quite neat I must say. But instead of filling the donut holes up neatly with nutella, I’d rather have you mess Kye’s hole up and fill it up with your seeds. I knew he was lying when he say he got the d.” She said in such a straightforward and frank manner, even worse, with a straight face, my hand ended up slipping, plunging out too much nutella and causing it to overflow and splurt all over my hand. Damn...now I’ve messed up. Placing the donut hole down, I licked the nutella off my hand, making sure to lick off every drip and speck of it. It’s not good to waste food you know.

“Mum!” Kye suddenly shouted out, snapping me out if my daze to find Mrs Morrison lying faint in Kye’s arms, blood dripping out of her nose as she grinned drunkenly.

“I think I just visited God. That was so goddamn… hawt.” She blabbered, staring at me with flushed cheeks. Is she...okay? Kye snorted at her words, shaking his head in disbelief as he asked his dad to help him bring her to the room but had gone unheard. What was disturbing was that his dad, my boss/ex-boss, was also staring at me with a dazed look.

“I think I had turned gay for a second.” He mumbled out to himself, his cheeks turning bright red when he finally snapped to his senses and realized what he had just said as Kye stared at him mortified. Yes love, I’m horrified and scarred too. “L-Let’s get your mum to the room. You...just stay here.” He stuttered embarrassedly, pointing towards the living room for me to stay seated at before taking his wife from Kye’s arms and throwing her over his shoulder before walking off with ease. Seems like he has a lot of practice before to be able to throw his wife over his shoulders without much effort.

“Sorry. My parents are weird but they’re good people. Shall we um...have dessert?” Kye stated hesitantly, taking out two empty bowls and a tub of vanilla ice cream from the freezer.

“Sure.” Taking the bowls from him, I placed 4 of the completed donut holes into each bowl before scooping out large scoops of vanilla ice cream for each bowl. Trust me. It tasted awesome. It's like eating fried ice-cream dipped in nutella. It’s simply mouth orgasmic. The feeling of your taste buds getting warmth by the donut holes then hit by a blast of cold milky sweetness and then a swirl of smooth warm nutella coating your tongue, it’s just out of this world.

“Wanna go back soon? I believe Matthew will be missing you already.” Kye suggested as I nodded in agreement. I can’t wait to see my angel again.

“Matthew? Who’s that? You better not be cheating on my son, Helbram.” Mr Morrison’s voice boomed out of nowhere, scaring Kye and I as we stared at each other with fear. How will he accept if I said that I have a son? Will he make me break up with Kye?

“Ah no no. That’s… erm… my son.” I answered honestly, not wanting to lie to him. A strict glare formed on his face as he raised his hand to swing it down at me. Holy shit. He’s going to kill me. Bracing for the impact, I steeled myself. If all it takes is for a slap or punch to let me continue dating Kye, I’ll take it now. However, instead of what I’ve expected, he patted my shoulder firmly as soft smile dawned on his face. He’s not mad?

“Bring him over next time. I'm sure Desiree will be excited to have a young one around to pamper.” He encouraged before putting the remaining donut holes into a container with a warm smile on his face. “Bring these home for your son. Hope he likes them.” He beamed, his eyes sparking at the mention of my son. He really likes kids huh. He’s really a nice guy, no doubt about that. A little weird that's all.

“Thanks, Mr Morrison-”

“Call me Jim, Helbram. We’re going to be family after all.” He corrected, smiling lightly as he watched Kye’s face turn red at his words.

“Yes, Jim. Then do call me Xander too.” He nodded understandingly before bidding us goodbye. Kye didn’t want to stay in overnight with them in case they did the freaky and end up collapsing the whole building and squash him to death. His words, not mine.

Taking his hand in mine, I placed a light peck on his knuckle before interlocking our fingers as we made our way back home. Now the only thing in my mind is, how am I going to make good use of the donut holes?