Devoted To The Billionaire Widower

Chapter 3. Faggot

3  "I have to handle that boy before he does anything stupid, " Storm soliloquized as he wore his wristwatch. He walked out of his room and walked downstairs to his study.

The room was large, it looked like an office except with the high up bookshelves and no fewer chairs than 3, two of which were facing a bigger type of the same white chair demarcated by a table. The study was painted white which is Storm's favorite color. When he was comfortable he proceeded to call James through the landline telephone on his desk saying, "Have Bash come to my study now."

    ("Ye-yes sir,") James responded in disbelief. He decided to personally go to fetch Bash so he could question him on what relationship he has with his boss. Once he was at the front of Bash's door, he knocked with loud bangs, making Cassandra open her door to see if it was her door.

    Bash who had headphones on didn't hear the banging and kept on nodding his head to the tune of the music playing. Outside his room, Cassandra had also joined James, helping him knuckle Bash's door.

    Momentarily Bash took off his headset when he heard faint banging mixed with his music. He opened the door swiftly but his brows dropped when he saw the two persons looking at him angrily." what do you want," he asked nonchalantly.

    "The boss wants to see you," James muttered through his teeth.

    Cassandra deadpanned, she asked, "why?" immediately she forced a smile and batted her lashes when James raised a brow at her and said, "what I mean is, does he wants to see us both?"

    "No!" Bash replied and pushed Cassandra to the side, giving him space to close his door. Walking away, he turned his head and said, "are you coming, James?"

    James screwed his lips but followed him. "What is your relationship with Mr. Storm?" he asked curiously.

    Bash stopped and faced him with a smirk telling, "it's a father and son thing, you won't understand unless you are a father."

    James's forehead puckered, he wanted to counter but then he remembered that yes indeed he was not a father. But he couldn't let the boy win, he opened his mouth to mutter something but then he realized that they were already at the door of Storm's study. Bash patted James's shoulder and said, "I will take it from here butler."

    James slapped his hand and turned away with a scoff.

    Bash tapped on the door and waited when suddenly a screen by the door lit up saying in a robotic voice, "you may enter."

    "Nice tech, "Bash boomed as he got in the large study. He stylishly walked to the seat in front of Storm's desk winking at Storm before he sat. "We are already meeting in the study, please tell me it's the bedroom next, "he teased.

    Storm stared at him blankly then uttered, "how much do you want?"

    "I don't know what you are talking about daddy, "Bash responded, fluttering his lashes in fake innocence.

    Storm slammed his fist on the desk and pointed a finger at Bash, "don't mess with me damnit! no one threatens Storm Rehan," he spat.

    Bash's eyes squinted since he busted into laughter, "so you remember me, Stormy."

    Storm clenched his jaws and smiled, the boy didn't know who he is dealing with, "I Will give you a million to get lost," he said.

    Balancing his weight on the table, Bash stood up and stared into Storm's eyes with a frown, "if I wanted money I could have exposed you to your late wife, or better yet I could have gone to a human rights activist and reported you! I don't want your money."

    For a brief moment Storm stared at Bash in confusion then sat and smiled smugly saying, "human activist for what exactly?"

    "You had s*x with me when I was 17, that's child a***e sweetie," Bash responded with his arms crossed.

    Storm's eyes enlarged, and he suddenly lost his ability to speak for a few seconds. He tried to remember the event of that night but it was all a blur but no! He was sure he would never take advantage of a minor not even if he was intoxicated, the boy is lying to him. "Lies!" he screeched, rising to his feet again, he stabs his fingers in between Bash's brows but not so close, " you are a b****y liar and I won't spare you for this slander!"

    "You never asked for my ID card rather you poured your frustration on me and still you left me without a word, "Bash said calmly, crossing his legs he continued, "I didn't regret anything I did that night, moreover I was gonna turn 18 that year but the guilt ate deep within my soul because I was close to your wife. So please spare me the whole cliche narrative of 'no one threatens Storm Rehan' blah blah, " he waggled his finger in the air in quote sign as he spoke.

    Storm exasperated sigh then sat, rubbing his tempo in botheration, he asked the smiling boy before him, "so what do you want?"

    Bash chuckled softly, he couldn't believe that Storm was still unapologetic even after being told that he slept with a minor, " I don't want anything from you Stormy," he muttered.

    Storm's face screwed as he said with his fruity tenor voice, "Don't call me that!"

    Wavering his brows Bash continues to taunt Storm, "Ouuuuh would you prefer I call you zaddy, my handsome zaddy."

    "Don't call me that either! Maybe I didn't mention it that night but I will now, am a straight man! I have no interest in men. What happened between us was a mistake", Storm explained.

    Bash pouted and rose to his feet, leaning towards Storm who didn't move even with Bash's face inches close to his, trying to show he didn't fear him. Bash replied to him in a honeyed voice saying, "you didn't seem so straight that night when you rammed my a*s so mercilessly. "

    Grinding his jaws, Storm threw his gaze to the floor. Satisfied with the reaction he got, Bash turned around to leave even without being permitted with a triumphant smile plastered on his face.

Storm was speechless as he watched the boy exit, no one, absolutely no had ever walked out on him, Bash's boldness baffled him.

  After leaving Storm's office Bash decided to take a tour of the mansion. As he was surveying the theatre room, Cassandra and James entered. He seemed to be giving her a tour without him, Bash crossed his arms and said, "I see you forgot that am also a newbie in this house."

    "I see you decided to take a tour without my consent," James expressed with a blank face.

    Bash derided, "And who exactly are you that I should ask for permission before touring the house?" he asked sarcastically.

    James clenched his pants and squeezed a smile, "I am the butler who has been here for many years, " responding to the ' who do you think you are ' question. He would not let the boy undermine him, "You might get lost, this mansion is almost like a castle. Going to places without any servant escorting you is against the rules of the house, am sure that you are yet to read the booklet. "

    Cassandra chipped in saying, "am almost done reading the rules, Bash please try to read it. James only wants the best for us, Mr.Storm runs this house with an iron fist."

    Bash shook his head as he eyed her from top to bottom and smiled muttering, "I don't care what your fake a*s read because we are not friends. Don't tell me what to do sistarr!"