What A Sore

Ewen was about to question his mother about her good mood, especially the reason for this misplaced burst of laughter. Since she usually does everything to keep calm when at her office with him, no one knows if she can laugh out loud like crazy.

They recognize her for her beautiful, angelic, and enchanting smiles but not those unreasonable little bursts of laughter; he even doubts that his father knows that his mother can laugh out loud like a five-year-old child.

But something even more important has just been added to the picture. He doesn't believe he dreamed the words his mother's secretary just said. He sure did, right? He jumped at the mere mention of Lordcaster's name. He felt like he was living a nightmare.

How did he know I was here? I don't use my phone anymore, so he can't track me, and I didn't come by my car; Sam dropped me off here. So, it would be impossible even if he wanted to trace me out of curiosity and because he wanted to.

He remained prostrate in his chair like a statue, unable to move or put his thoughts in order. Crazy and absurd ideas crossed his mind at inhuman speed and whistled against each other.

It must be said that this boy has the power to make him feel stupid. Now it goes further; even hearing someone mention his name freezes him.

No, it can't be that! He nodded negatively. He started asking himself almost aloud. Did I really announce the arrival of Mr. Lordcaster?

His mother was too preoccupied checking her outfit for wrinkles or something and arranging that burst of laughter in a drawer away from her to pay him the slightest attention.

The laughter stopped dead short when she heard that the guest she'd been waiting for had just arrived. A guest she was dying to see again since he is the biggest sponsor of her charities.

But no, what is he playing this time? Ewen continues to think at top speed, squirming in his chair like an earthworm since he has started to regain his motor functions.

He cast a furtive glance towards the door before quickly turning back to his mother, his heart pounding to ask her the question that torments him a little.

Who is this Mr. Lordcaster you are expecting, mom? He asks her a little brusquely. He needs to know if his mother knows about Aim, but she pretended not to recognize him during their two previous meetings, even though he was wearing his contact lenses. " But, there are things that never changed, like his cocky gait, ego, ridiculous voice, and arrogance," he told himself.

He completely forgot in his small numeration to mention the hair of the latter, whereas, after Aim's strange eyes, we can say that his long hair cannot go unnoticed if he does not hide it under his hideous wigs. We are not even going to look at its indescribable beauty.

Unless he only wants to find flaws in him to hate him more and make him ugly instead of looking at the attractive and appealing side of the latter.

His mother slowly looked at him somewhat mockingly before her gaze turned serious in a split second as Ewen hung on her lips, his heart hanging dangerously on the edge of a cliff waiting for the answer as if his life depended on it.

"Well, my darling, Mr. Lordcaster is the gentleman you noticed at the Gala. He is our biggest donor. " She walked around her desk to go to her son. She pulled him up from the chair to put him on his feet, seeing the horror mixed in her son's beautifully soft and tender look.

"Hey, don't make that face, honey. I'm not going to mess around and act like a rabbit in heat. He's here on business, and things between your dad and I seem to be improving. As I told you, he didn't even complain when that boy brought you with him. He looked almost relieved that he had gotten you out of this hell. "

"What is this madness again?" Ewen said to himself, still unable to formulate his thoughts as he would have liked.

"So the gentleman who was at the Gala is a Lordcaster?" No, it can't be that. Nodge! Yes, it should be Nodge! Aim's tutor. " He exclaimed in his head as his eyes widened.

So he knew who I was before he even met me. Was that it? But what am I talking about? I need a break. I'm starting to ramble. " Yeah, sure, I'm rambling; what else could it be? He whispers inaudibly, still staring at his mother in horror.

His mother witnesses the confusion and the different expressions displayed on his face in an unimaginably short span. She has never seen him express so much emotion in such a short time.

She pulled back a little, looking at him. "But what's happening to you, my baby?" Before Ewen could answer, the door swung open a few steps behind him, and his heart paused briefly as he waited impatiently for the person who had just entered to utter a single word.

He closed his eyes, holding his breath as if doing an underwater resistance contest with kids.

His mother looked up at the new arrival with a big smile that replaced her worried expression, the most charming she had as she took her eyes off her son with difficulty.

She would have liked to know why he was acting so strangely, but now was not the time. She has things to do, so she'll pick up this conversation later with him where she left off.

She patted his shoulder before heading for the door, whispering to Ewen. "We'll talk about all this later, my darling."

The voice Ewen is waiting for to confirm his fears has never reached his ears, so he thinks he may have played a whole movie in his head. He said he was probably obsessed with this boy to such a point that he believed he was the only Lordcaster in the world.

"Breath Ewen," he told himself, thinking how stupid he was.

"It's not all about you and your little person, my love, so wake up. " If it were that pretentious little asshole, he would have already said a few words to drive you crazy," he continues to rant in a low voice like a crazy woman.

It's like he's trying to build up the courage to help him believe there isn't just one Lordcaster in the world.

"Sir, Lordcaster," he hears his mother's soft voice whisper, "nice to see you again." Despite all this monologue, he found himself waiting with apprehension for the answer from this alleged Mr. Lordcaster.

He holds his breath for the most beautiful, to the point of feeling his lungs catch fire from the lack of oxygen.

"Mrs. Schröder, the pleasure is all mine." A deep voice nuanced with sensuality and warmth responds to her mother like a melody.

He let out a loud sigh that startled his mother and, at the same time, drew the alluring gaze of the newcomer to his figure, but there was something in this voice that was a little familiar to him. This musical and sensual undertone tells him something.

As he is out of danger and the predator he thought he was dealing with was just a false alarm, he tells himself everything is safe. Now it is too curious to know who owns this amazing voice, or rather, to stare more closely at the gentleman who knew how to awaken sexual needs in his mother with a mere look.

When Kiara noticed the newcomer's gaze lingering on the pretty, slender, and distinguished figure of her son, who was playing, she didn't know what stupid game to sigh so loudly when she told him that she was receiving an important guest, hastened to speak.

"Let me introduce my son to you, Mr. Lordcaster." He was passing through; we were discussing something before you arrived. "

"It will be a pleasure to meet your son," replies the melodiously sensual voice.

So as they started to approach the center of the office where Ewen was standing with his back to them, he turned towards them simultaneously as Nodge spoke those words: "I too have someone to introduce to you, dear lady."

The charming smile he displayed when turning to his mother and her distinguished guest changed into a bitter and horrible grin when he met the gaze of the gentleman whom the man wanted to present to his mother.

Aim walked into the office just as he turned around.

His mother and Nodge rushed towards him, seeing the horror that crossed his beautiful, elegant, and outstanding face as if he had received a violent shock to his head or in his heart.

He stumbled a little, desperately looking for something to hold on to help himself, when Nodge grabbed him. It will be a pity if he falls and bangs his head against the sharp corner of his mother's sleek, modern desk made mainly of glass.

And it will be unfortunate and a shame to disfigure such a beautiful face.

When he caught and supported his head to protect him from his nasty fall, Nodge jerked back as his eyes widened in shock at his discovery when he realized who he was.

"Ewen," he whispered, then turned to the door to meet the emotionless, icy blue gaze of an indifferent and almost frightening Aim staring at him motionless as if frozen in time. He looks more like a modern ice statue than a human.

"What the fuck?" Nodge whispered, looking up this time at Ewen's mother, who almost ran up to him. She still hadn't detected the person responsible for the current state of her beloved son.

The dainty and tasteful silhouette cut through the half-open door of her office, which brought an icy breeze that suddenly enveloped the room.

He is dressed in a luxurious slim fit fancy navy blue suit worth thousands of dollars, as seductive as we have never seen before. His hair is tied in a very smooth and rather strict bun, giving him a dangerous, sinister, dark side...

...that person who is responsible for this exciting whispering in his staff. But all she cares about is his son.

The half-buttoned black shirt on his athletic torso gives a glimpse of the thin-layer gold chain, which goes very well with his skin. He looks much more like an Italian mafia godfather than a seventeen-year-old pimples kid.