HIDE: A DANGEROUS AFFAIR

NINETEEN

Brandon put his head on Wilson's lap as both sprawled out on the mat, relaxing, Wilson twirling strands of Brandon's hair around his hand. Even though Brandon had feared for his life, thinking he wouldn't make it because of how extreme Wilson was, part of him was a bit glad it happened. Wilson looked at peace and happier. Being a source of his happiness gave him immeasurable satisfaction.

Wilson was slowly beginning to drift off to sleep when Brandon spoke. “Baby?”

“Hmm,” he lazily hummed, struggling to keep his eyes open.

Brandon sat up, prowling himself with one hand, so he could get a better view of Wilson's face. “If something happens, let's talk about it. Don't punish me using s*x. It's unhealthy. I don't ever want to leave you or become scared of being around you,” Brandon pleaded.

Exhaling, he took strands of his hair once more and continued playing with them. “Okay, baby. I'm sorry if I went too far. However, I did warn you that there were sides to me, you're yet to see. I'm f****d up. This is me trying. It might take time, but I'm willing to change for you.”

Brandon was at a loss for words. Pushing further might not be wise. He knew how to handle the situation. Only, it might not just favor Wilson and what he wants.

Wilson's phone began to buzz, and he weakly reached for it. Seeing the caller ID, he sat up. “Babe, I need to take this,” he informed Brandon.

“Sure.”

Wilson slightly got Brandon off him and began to dress. Done, he hurriedly left, answering the call once he was outside.

Brandon understood that even if they were together, there were things Wilson still needed to personally handle. However, it confused him as to why he had been taking certain calls in secrecy. Before now, Brandon handled all his calls or Wilson answered them in his presence. Why the fuss?

Brandon shook his head to order. He was overthinking and creating scenarios in his head. Wilson must have a great reason for his action. He wasn't a careless man.

Brandon equally got dressed and rolled up the mat. Finishing and about to exit the training area, Wilson came back to him.

Kissing him lightly on the lips, “I'm sorry about that.”

Brandon faked a smile. He wasn't happy, yet, he couldn't voice it as his reasons were unreasonable. So he thought. “I'm hungry. Let's go eat.”

“I guess we had one hell of a session,” Wilson said, winking at Brandon. Wilson seemed to be in a great mood after his call that he didn't even notice Brandon's gloomy attitude. Without hesitation, he linked hands with Brandon and went back inside.

Their meals were served and Brandon didn't waste time devouring his. Wilson took his time to eat because he was working on his laptop, which he didn't forgo even after getting scolded by Brandon.

Brandon sat back, to relax a bit while stealing glances at his handsome man. As he zoned off in his fantasy world, Dowen's voice brought him back.

“Sir, you have to listen to the news,” he announced, a frown plastered on his face.

The dining was a large hall with one long table that had twenty-four seats, twelve on each side surrounding it. Opposite the table was a large TV. In the middle, hanging from the ceiling, was a vintage chandelier that illuminated the place. A flower vase was put on the four corners of the room, and it had one entrance and exit, which was currently wide open due to Wilson and Brandon's presence.

“Put on the TV,” Wilson ordered Dowen without reluctance.

Female interviewer: Tonight, we are here with the late Billionaire's father, It has been over two months since the tragic passing of the business mogul Wilson Edward and his body has still not been found. His father for the first time is making a public appearance. Sir, what made you decide on that?

Immediately, Wilson saw his father, his hands balled into a fist around the glass of water he held. It was so tight that the glass shattered, startling everyone. His heart pounded with fury and veins appeared on his forehead. His palm was bleeding a bit due to the sharp cut made from the shattered glass.

“Oh, my God!” Brandon exclaimed, jumping to his feet. Grabbing a napkin, he tried to reach for Wilson's injured hand, but he withdrew it.

“I'm fine. Sit,” he growled.

Brandon ignored him, practically breaking into tears as he saw Wilson's blood staining the white tablecloth “Dowen, go get me the first aid kit.”

“Don't f*****g touch me!” Wilson roared when Dowen dashed off to carry Brandon's order. “I said, f*****g sit,” he sneered, his pupil dilated, and his face became so red that it disfigured its usual state.

Taken aback, Brandon slumped into his seat, squeezing the napkin in his hand. Wilson's attention turned back to the TV while it allowed himself to bleed.

Mr. Edward Snr: Losing my son has made life hard for the entire family. He was loved and we had a good relationship.

Female interviewer: But, he did cut ties with the family and went as far as independently growing a company. Or, is the public knowledge about the family wrong?

Mr. Edward Snr: Indeed, it is wrong. I supported and groomed him, helping him become who he was until his death. What most people don't know is that Wilson was a son after my heart. The only child that I named after myself.

Female interviewer: That is lovely to hear, sir. So, why did you decide to grant this interview?

Mr. Edward Snr: Because I have an important declaration to make since we have lost him. My son's death we forever leave a vacuum in all of our hearts. However, he didn't leave this world without giving back to it. That is why, I have decided, since he didn't write a will and the segregation of his assets wasn't completed before his death, I have decided to hand over everything to his wife and kid.

The camera flashes on the screen became more rapid. Wilson froze in his seat, and Brandon's eyes went wide. His heart was racing, so many words struggling to form a sensible sentence to voice. Wife and kid? Did he hear Wilson's father right? What was happening?