Wild Flower Ch. 12

"Stop lying to me." Brian chuckled. "I know you allowed this man to kiss you because you are in love with him. You are just giving me an excuse here. Just accept that you have finally found a man that you can love again and..."

"Enough!" Miguel angrily got up. "I have told you that I don't have time for love anymore. That word doesn't exist in my vocabulary. I don't love him so don't force me to accept it, okay."

"Miguel! I was just..."

"I am really tired, Brian." He said harshly. "I need to go to sleep." Part of the reason why Miguel was screaming at Brian was because of Antonio, not because he was angry at him. He was just stressed and tired. He needed to rest.

"Miguel, I was just..."

"I am sorry." He apologized, slowly massaging his head. "I am just tired. I am sorry I yelled at you and I shouldn't have..."

"No!" Brian sighed.

"Can we just talk about this another day?"

"Of course,"

"Thank you." Miguel smiled at Brian. "I will see you tomorrow."

"But what about your dinner."

"I am not hungry."

Miguel kissed Brian goodnight and went to his room. He took a long time and sat on the bed, thinking about what he was gonna to Antonio when he got the identities of the two other remaining men. He was itching to kill him.

"Just two more men, Gabriel." He chuckled sinisterly, smiling softly. "Two more and you are gonna be next. You, your father and that betrayer better get ready for me."

Miguel smirked and then quickly got up from the bed. He went and took a really hot shower before he finally retired to his bed. He knew that the only time he was finally gonna be able to sleep peacefully was after his mission was complete.

***

Christian was standing outside his little house, staring at the stars. The stars were brighter that night and his mood was completely different from all the other nights. His heart was beating steadily but it was hitching to see Miguel. His body was hot and his hormones were getting out of control. The only thing in his mind and heart was Miguel and how he wanted him so much.

"I hope you are fine, Miguel." He sighed, smiling to himself. "I really hope you are fine. I miss you so much." He moaned, wrapping his arms around himself. "I miss your lips and holding you even if it was just for a little while. How I wish you were here with me."

Miguel had never been the way that he was at that particular time. It was as if he had suddenly become fearful. He still didn't have the courage to approach Miguel and tell him that he needed him in his life. He had no idea why he couldn't just tell Miguel that.

"I just hope you have accepted the flowers."

Tearing his eyes away from the stars, Christian started walking slowly under the moonlight, falling deeper and deeper in love with Miguel. If only he could see him even if it was just from a distance then he would be really happy.

Christian was walking slowly, not knowing that he was moving further from his house. He continued on going until bam! He bumped into something hard, getting him out of his thoughts. He looked forward and saw that it was a person and he seemed pretty mad.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" The man yelled. "Why do you have eyes if you can't even see?"

"I am sorry." Christian apologized. "I didn't..."

Before Christian even finished his sentence, he looked at the man's face and got the surprise of his life. It was the same man that he had seen earlier when buying flowers, the same talkative man. He got really surprised when he saw him and the man even got really surprised.

"You?" Christian gasped. He was shocked. "What are you doing here?"

Carter's face was completely blank. His mouth was wide open and all he was doing was looking at Christian without saying anything.

"Oh my God," Carter covered his face, looking away from Christian. "This is so embarrassing. I am so sorry, Christian. I didn't know it was you."

"Hey!" Christian chuckled softly, getting closer to the man. "What are you doing? Why are you covering your face?"

"I just yelled at you." He chuckled nervously. "I can't show my face to you now. I am really..."

"Hey!" Christian patted on his shoulder. "You can show your face to me. I am not angry or something. Besides, I was the one that had bumped into you. I wasn't looking and it was my fault. Should I hide my face too?"

"No!" carter moved his hands and looked into Christian's eyes. "You shouldn't do that. It was my entire fault and I am really sorry for this."

"No! I was just preoccupied and I couldn't think straight."

"Oh!" Carter chuckled softly. "This is the second time today we are bumping into each other." He blushed, chuckling softly. "It is also the second time today I see you preoccupied. What are you thinking about?"

"Well! "He chuckled, clearing his voice. "I am just thinking about something really important, something close to my heart."

"Hmm, is it someone?" he chuckled, winking at Christian. "Are you in love with someone because it is only a man in love that can act like you?"

Christian looked at Carter and smiled at him. He might have been talking a lot but he seemed like a really nice person and Christian somehow like him but not romantically.

"Never mind about that." He folded his arms on his chest. "What are you doing here? Don't tell me you got lost and found your way here?"

"What?" He laughed, hitting Christian softly on the chest. "Are you saying that because I told you I was exploring the city alone or because you think I can't find my way home?" He said abruptly. "I can't really get lost because it's my nature to be walking around and exploring. You know I wanted to be an explorer when I was a little child but I found out that exploring involves a lot." He sure talked a lot for a man. "Anyway, you asked what I am doing here?"

"Yes!" Christian nodded.

"Well! I live around this neighborhood." He chuckled. "It is just a minute walk from here. It's actually a small house that my mother just rented but it's really nice."

"Uh-huh?" Christian nodded.

"And you? What are you doing here?"

Christian looked at the ever smiling man and shook his head. He sure was funny.

"Do you see this house behind me?"

"Yes!" Carter nodded. "It's gorgeous, isn't it? I think anyone who lives in that house must be somehow rich because our house is smaller than that."

"I don't know about that." Christian chuckled softly. "But this is my house."

"Oh my God," Carter gasped, touching his chest. "Are you really serious?"

"Of course," He answered. "I am the owner of this little house."

"It's really beautiful and I think I love it." He chuckled. "I wonder what living in that house feels like. I am sure it's wonderful."

"I don't think so." Christian said. "It's pretty much boring, especially when I am alone."

"You live alone?" He asked. "Don't you have someone special that you live with, someone that you love?"

"No!" He chuckled nervously. "I don't know about someone special but I live with my friend at times but he is usually at work. I don't have someone special... yet!" He lied. "I am still searching for that special man to fill my life with happiness, someone that I can give my love and heart to." He breathed, remembering the wonderful kiss at the beach.

"Are you saying you are single?"

"Err... yes!" Christian shook his head. "But I am sure that I might have met someone recently that has taken my mind and heart away." He had no idea he even said that. He shook his head, getting back to reality. "Anyway, I shouldn't be telling you this. I am really sorry."

"No!" Carter had like the biggest smile ever. There was something his heart was telling him but he wasn't gonna say it. He was gonna keep it in his heart. "I really don't mind you telling me about him."

"No!" Christian chuckled nervously. He had no idea why he was getting drawn into Carter's conversation. "I think you should be getting home now. It's really late and I don't think you should be walking in the night."

"Oh!" Carter wasn't about to lose that smile. "Yeah, I should get going." He gave a gloomy sigh. "So I guess I will be seeing you around soon."

"Yeah," Christian smiled. "We live in the same area."

"Goodnight."

"Goodnight."

Carter went away happily and Christian got lost in his own world again. He was going crazy and he knew he had to do something about it. He couldn't stay away from Miguel anymore.

"I need to see you Miguel." He said softly. "I really need to see you."

He turned around and went back to his house to continue with his day dreaming.

***

Miguel woke up and then opened his eyes softly, looking all around the room. It was really big and it gave him a lot of space just like he wanted. He moved his eyes and took a quick glance at the clock on the small table.

"7.am." He sighed, rising from the bed.

Miguel stretched his arms and gave a soft yawn. He slipped the beddings from his body, revealing his beautifully curved body. He stepped his feet on the floor and yawned even more. He was not wearing anything except a yellow, tight boxer brief that made him look sexier and attractive. He couldn't deny that. Then all of a sudden...

"I will not let Christian change anything, never!" He remembered his words the previous night.

"Please, you can turn your hatred into love." Brian's words rang through his brain.

Remembering his conversation with Brian the previous night, Miguel's mind took him back to the beach incident. He remembered how tight Christian had been holding him. He remembered how safe he felt in his arms. He remembered how wonderful he had kissed him and how his lips... his tongue... his breaths and even his body had felt when Christian had kissed him. He didn't know why he had found himself thinking about that but he couldn't just stop it.

As time went by, he found that he was smiling and he had no idea he actually was doing that.

"Christian!" He gripped his head, shaking it softly. "I won't let you drive me crazy. This won't happen."

Miguel got up from the bed and just when he was about to go to the bathroom, he heard his phone ringing from the table nearby. He stopped and quickly rushed to it, stopping to check who it was that was calling him.

But it wasn't showing anything except for a number. It was strange but he took his phone and picked up the call anyway.

"Hello!"

Meanwhile, Christian was at his house with a towel wrapped around his waist. He had just come from having a nice shower and was wet and sexy. He had developed the stupid idea of calling Miguel because he couldn't take it anymore.

Hearing Miguel's voice, Christian simply froze and trembled. Miguel's voice had never sounded so sexy or even so sweet. Hearing Miguel's voice after quite some time made Christian really nervous. But he knew he had to pull himself together and be the man. After all, he had taken his confidence and kissed Miguel at the beach, right?

"Hello!" Miguel said angrily, trying to see if the phone was cut. But it was still going on. "Why did you call me if you don't wanna say anything? Who are you? Speak!" He said in a commanding voice but there was no one. "I know you are there because I can hear your breaths. But if you don't want to say anything then..."

"Miguel, wait!"

The moment Miguel heard the voice, a sharp vibration took control of his body. He didn't know how to react or what to say. He knew the person on the other end was none other than Christian Palmer. Hearing his voice, Miguel's heart started racing.

"You?" He gathered his confidence and chuckled. "Why did you stay quite when you called me?" He chuckled softly. "And how did you get my number? I don't remember giving you any..."

"I have my ways." Christian smiled, gathering his confidence. "I wanted to see you so much that I had no idea but to find a way to reach you, Miguel."

Miguel sighed, sitting back on the bed. "I can see you refuse to address me correctly but okay. Tell me why you decided to call me this early morning?"

"Well! Miguel, you see... I..." He couldn't hide the trembling in his voice. "...I was actually, well..."

"Why did you call me if you knew you were gonna be stammering like a little child, Christian." He did his best to sound angry. "I thought you were a confident man so what happened?"

Christian took a deep breath, taking his confidence. He knew he could do it.

"I want to see you Miguel." He said abruptly. "I really want to see you."

"Are you kidding me?" Miguel shook his head, trying to make his voice as angry as he could. "Why should I see you? I don't wanna see you. You and I have nothing to discuss about and I am a really busy man. So if you..."

"Miguel, please." Christian pleaded on the other end. "You know what had happened between us in Sumitria and..."

"Wait, wait!" He got up the bed, moving a step forward. "I don't know what you are talking about. And what happened between us, Mr. Artist?"

Christian chuckled nervously. "You know what I am talking about."

"No, I don't." Miguel said with a really serious voice.

"Miguel, try to understand what I am saying to you." He said. "I am going crazy here. I can't do anything anymore. I feel as if a part of me is missing, like I am sick, you know. I hope you understand."

Hearing what Christian had just said, Miguel beamed. He didn't know why he beamed but he actually did.

"It's such a shame." He chirped, taking a deep sigh. "I am truly sorry for that."

"What?" Christian gasped. "Are you really? I am almost certain you are smiling right now."

Miguel lost the smile as soon as Christian said that to him. He looked at the phone and put it back on his ear again.

"I guess you don't have anything to do this morning." He said hoarsely. "If you are going crazy then I suggest you go and see a psychiatrist and stop bothering me with your foolishness, okay. I don't have any time to waste with you."

"Don't play smart with me." Christian argued on the other end. "Of course, you know the reason I am going crazy is because of you. I really need you in my life, Miguel. You are driving me nuts. I can't stop thinking about you or the kiss that we had shared the other day."

Miguel remained quiet for some time, wondering what he was going to say. One thing was telling him to go and meet with the guy but another, a stronger part was telling him not too. His heart was telling him to accept but he just wasn't sure. He didn't want anything to do with any other man, not after what he had been through.

"I am a very busy man." He said simply. "I don't have time for foolish things."

"Miguel, please..."

"I don't wanna see you, Christian." He warned. "And stay away from me. I am warning you."

Miguel cut the call and threw the phone on the bed, looking at it. He didn't know what was wrong with him. He would have normally dealt with the guy but he was somehow feeling guilty for shouting at the guy.

"What's wrong with me?" He sighed, burying his face on his palm. "Just who is this Christian Palmer? Why do I think he is different from all those other men? Why do I feel as if..."

Before he could even finish his thoughts, he heard his phone ringing and when he raised his face he saw the same number, Christian's number. Miguel slowly took his hand towards the phone, wondering whether he should answer the call or not. Just when he was about to press the answer button, he turned and rejected the call. Then he switched off his phone quickly.

"I don't think I can do this." He said, shaking his head. "I am just not cut out for all of this."

Taking a deep breath, Miguel left his room and went to the bathroom to take a shower so that he could get ready to go to wake.

Meanwhile, Christian was trying to call Miguel but the only response he was getting was that his phone was off.

"Hmm, so this is how you wanna play it." He chuckled sinisterly, clenching his phone. "Fine! I will play that game too. I won't be scared to approach you." He put the phone on the table, dropping his towel. He was now buck-naked. "I know exactly what to do."

Christian quickly rushed to get dressed.

***

Brandon was busy packing all the tools he was going to take apart Antonio with in his car. He was a really serious man and he had no smile. He was at his beautiful, classy and elegant two floor mansion. It was beautiful and amazing and mostly made of glass.

Brandon was wearing a black designer's trouser, blue shirt and black shoes. His shirt was folded at the sleeves and he was ready to kill the bastard in the process of confronting him. He was gonna pay for raping Miguel along with his other friends. Brandon was gonna make him vomit those two other dirty guys.

"What are you doing?" Ximena asked, looking at the things her husband was packing in his car. "Where are you going with these tools?"

"It is none of your business." He said harshly, furiously closing the boot. "I suggest you keep your nose out of things that don't involve you."

"What?" Ximena was a little mad. "I am your wife, Brandon. I am supposed to know what my husband is doing. Why do you treat me like this?" She said in a sad tone, trying to get closer to him. "You returned really late last night after going away for three days without informing me. The only one that you ever tell is Miguel. It's like he is the most important person to you and..."

"Hey!" Brandon pointed angrily at Ximena. "Don't bring Miguel into this conversation. It has nothing to do with him. I left because I needed some space and..."

"You should have told me, Brandon." She said softly. "You know how much I love you. Our son needs you around at times and I need you too. When was the last time you even made love to me?" She complained. "All that you ever talk about is Miguel and how great he is and..."

"You wanna make love?" Brandon chuckled bitterly, looking at his wife.

"Of course," She shook her head. "You are my husband it is your duty to make me feel like a woman." She moved closer, resting her arms on his chest. "I want us to be the way we used to be really long ago, before you even met Miguel."

Brandon could still remember the last time he had been fucking his wife, deriving pleasure from her. They had both been hot and he had been slamming his cock inside that hot pussy when all of a sudden, all he could see was Miguel underneath him. Everything had been perfect until he starting seeing Miguel and his pleasure increased. Then he had made a mistake and moaned,

"Miguel..."

He had moaned Miguel's name instead of his wife's name. It had just been about a month ago. He could still remember his wife's face and how mad she had been that day. She had asked if he was having an affair with him and he had almost slapped her. She had wanted to confront Miguel but she knew better than to make that stupid mistake.

"Brandon!"

"Huh?" he got out of his thoughts. "What?"

"I want you to..."

"Later!" He groaned. "I gotta go."

He kissed her cheek and then got into his car and drove off, leaving her looking vulnerable. Ever since he had met Miguel, the only thing in his mind was Miguel. He lusted after him and he loved him. If only he could have him even if it was just once.

***

Miguel was busy working in his office when all of a sudden, he heard his door opening. He quickly moved his eyes towards the door and got the surprise of his life when he saw Christian rushing towards him with his secretary. She was shouting for him to stop but the guy came inside and leaned at the table, looking into Miguel's eyes. Miguel dismissed his secretary.

Christian was putting on a beautiful, dark blue skinny jean, yellow t-shirt and black snickers. He was looking really handsome that day and he smelled wonderfully. His eyes were brighter and they were somehow glowing. Miguel couldn't understand why.

"What are you doing here?" Miguel asked, moving his eyes away from Christian. "I thought I told you to leave me alone. Is that it that hard to understand?"