Chased By The Billionaire

Chapter 04: Knock on Door

Chapter 04: Knock on Door

“Yiee! That’s so sweet of yours, Mom,” the kid said. Elliot shook his head as the two boys burst into laughter. “I can’t wait for Uncle Bryan to be my Dad soon,” Elliot almost choked at the porridge. He coughed hard.

“Mom!”

“Elliot!” the two boys got out from their chair as Bryan caressed his back while Hugo offered his Mom a glass of water. Elliot then drinks the water fast and felt relieved immediately.

“Are you alright, Mom?” asked Hugo. Elliot slowly nodded his head and smiled at his son, who looked at him with worried eyes. “Yes, Mom is alright. Finish your meal now. And after that, you’ll slice your cake!” he said in a cheerful voice to uplift the child’s feelings.

“Yay!” the kid clapped his hands in excitement as he goes back to eating the food. Bryan then spoke at him as he continued caressing Elliot’s back. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have joked like that,” he apologized. Their gazes met.

“That’s okay, Bryan. Let’s continue eating now, shall we?” and the man nods with a smile on his lips. They continued eating like one big happy family—the small apartment filled with laughter and conversation.

“Okay, wait, Hugo. Uncle Bryan will take a picture of you. Three, two, one,” and his phone flashed as he pictured the kid while slicing the cake. “Here, look! You look so handsome like me,” said Bryan as he showed the photo to Hugo.

“Wow! It really is! Mommy! Let’s take a picture—the three of us. Come on,” Elliot left without any choice but to paused washing the dishes as he takes a pose for the picture of them.

Elliot continued washing the dishes after they take a picture together. But for Hugo and Bryan, it was a family picture. “Uhm. Elliot?” said Bryan. He took a swift glance at him. “Yep? What is it?” finishing the last plate and rinsed it before placing it on the plate tray.

“I just wanted to say sorry again for bringing Hugo last night to your workplace,” he commenced.  “Well, it is what it is. Just don’t mind it. He’ll forget what he saw. I’ll make sure Hugo won’t remember him,” Elliot said about Tomás. The biological father of Hugo.

Bryan smiled and spoke. “How about you’ll accept my proposal, Elliot?” he said, convincing Elliot. But Elliot walked away, heading to the bathroom as he was about to launder the dirty clothes. “I-I mean, look at the positive side of it. Hugo will have a father figure, and To-Tomás would stop bothering you. I am here, and I can protect you and Hugo,” he said.

Desperate times call for desperate measures, and so does Bryan. He sees this as an opportunity to be with the man he loved for a long time. Elliot took a sharp breath and prepared the basin filled with water and detergent. “Bryan,” he paused. Bryan waited for his response with high hopes things would go his way. He did everything he could to make Elliot fall in love, but Elliot was no longer interested in love as he was afraid to walk the same path again.

“I appreciate you helping us. And um... how do I say this,” he whispered as he looked heavenward. Bryan looked at him with a fake broken smile. His heart bleeds every time Elliot acted and responded like this.

“Wo-Would, you wait for me?” said Elliot. The same answer, he would always respond to Bryan. Bryan already knew that he had zero chances of getting Elliot to his arms, but he is persistent and driven as his love for him is more vital than all the barriers that will come his way. He believed in a miracle.

A miracle that will hear his prayer from the heavens above. And that is to make Elliot his lawfully wedded husband.

“I-I can wait, Elliot. I am willing to wait a hundred years and to run a billion miles if the finish line is in your heart,” he said. “Can’t wait for that moment to happen, Elliot,” he smiled.

“Thank you, Bryan. Sincerely, I do thank you for all the kindness you showed me. Sometimes, I questioned myself if I really deserve it. And I’m sorry for not giving your love back,” Bryan smiled weakly as his eyes painted sadness.

“But who knows one day soon that only time will tell. Maybe. Maybe, we’ll be together, right? Chances are,” said Elliot as he saw how broken Bryan was.  He nodded. “Thank you, Elliot. But let me remind you that we are not getting younger day by day. And I am dead serious about what I feel for you. Don’t worry, I can assure you, I am not like him. I am way better than him.... allow me to fix your heart, and I swear to God, I’ll bring heaven to you,” they both stared at each other with round eyes.

Elliot’s cheek heated up, painting the color of red as he looked away. “N-Not that he-heaven, E-Elliot,” Bryan stuttered, followed by a nervous chuckle. “T-That’s okay, Bryan,” said Elliot.

“You wanted that heaven?” and a playful smirk embroidered on Bryan’s lips that caused Elliot to be as red as a tomato. “B-Bryan!” and the man laughed out loud. After washing the laundry, Elliot cleans the house all by himself. He was tired, and his muscles cramp, but he’s immune to it since day one of him.

Elliot came from a low-income family. His father left them when he was young, and his mother was a housemaid. The only person who is supporting his dreams and their day to day basis is his mother.

Night came precisely six in the evening when. Elliot and Hugo sat on their small yet comfy couch as they watch cartoon movies together. The chuckle and tiny giggles of his kid make him smile too and somehow eases all the pain and struggles he is facing. He stared at the kid.

‘I’m sorry, Hugo. I didn’t plan for you to live this kind of life. If only I used my brain instead of my heart, things would’ve been different, and you will be living far from our current situation,’ he said at the back of his mind.

The kid notices his Mom not watching the television but stared at him. Hugo then stared back, looking at the hazel brown eyes of his Mom. As a kid, he wondered why he always caught his Mom staring at him. And sometimes, his Mom would have been blank. It was not a problem for him that his mother figure was a man.

At the age of two, Elliot saw the progress of the mental growth in his child. Unlike others, Hugo excelled at listening and comprehending way better than others around his age. “Mommy,” he whispered. Not a single blink or words utter from him. Moreover, the kid’s attention was drawn to his Mom.

The staring contest was cut off as a heavy knock on the door made his Mom jolted in shock.