Married To A CEO. Omega
Chapter 29: Side Story-03

Chapter 29: Side Story-03

RUTH

"Take good care of him." This is the hundredth time Leo has told me this sentence. "Don’t disappoint John. I sent him to you, so treat him well. At least for my sake.

"Leo, do you think I am an idiot?" Dismay dripping in my tone, "You told me this for at least a hundred times now and do you think I still haven’t gotten this? What am I? A five-year-old kid?"

"I am not sure if you are." Leo replies nonchalantly over the phone, "Sometimes, you just behave that way. Stubborn, noisy and ignorant."

"What are you?" I sneer, "My dad or something? No, no wait dads are supposed to dote on their child. But you hate me, how are you my dad?"

"This is one of the symptoms that you are growing old, Ruth." It’s not like Leo’s laid-back attitude never pissed me but at this moment I have a strong urge to go to his company and smack him because of this. So annoying. "I never once said that I am your dad or shit. You are just making it up and then questioning it yourself." He points out as if he is my tutor, pointing out my mistakes for me. "And, yes I hate you."

"I love you too, Leo Snow." My annoyance measuring radar has reached its maximum indurance level and is about to explode, "And I will take care of your guest fucking well, rest assure." I slam my fingertips on the screen violently and cut the damn call.

I hate him...

"Well now Ruth calm down." I coo myself, "Don’t be mad at him. He is just taking precautions. And he is always like this. But you can’t kill him. He is your best friend, so no."

But what the fuck does he have to take precautions for?! Does he think I will mistreat John and his little brother Steve? Hell no. I can’t mistreat a guy I want to sleep with. Is he dumb? Maybe he has lost some of his brain cells after staying with that asshole.

Just when I am about to fly into a rage and throw a huge tantrum like a five-years-old child, I hear a light knock on the door. So, I change my expression in a millisecond. No trace of my earlier childishness. This is one of my specialities.

"Come in." I say coolly.

The door gently swings open and a black haired man steps into my office. There is a kid behind him, peeking over his surroundings so warily as if a tiger is about to pounce on him out of the thin air.

"Good afternoon, doctor Harlock..." John slowly greets me, discomfort and nervousness evident in his expression.

I laugh at the formality, "You don’t need to address me this formally. Just Ruth is fine." I wave at him. "Please take a seat so that we can talk. Surely you are not gonna stand there all the time?"

"O-Oh sure thanks." He stiffly crosses the room and pulls out a chair to get himself seated. "Sorry for the trouble."

Is he being wary of me?

When the little one sees who I am he immediately lets his guard down and approaches me with a wide smile on his face. "Good brother!" He exclaims.

Good brother..?

"Hey little one, how are you?" I rip out a hand for him to shake.

He takes it and practically jerks it up and down as if trying to detach it from my body. "I am good. And my name is Steve! Not ’little one’." He corrects me.

I snort right, "My bad." I scoop him up from the floor and set him on my lap. Then I turn to the big one, who has my eyes on his pretty face and body, "It’s nice to see you again." I smile at him.

"Yes," He flashes a nervous smile, "I am sorry for causing you such inconvenience."

"It’s alright." I wave it off with a shrug, "We are friends right?"

Tip: First step to getting close to someone is to be friends with them. Rest comes after that.

John’s smile freezes. After a brief pause, he crocks out, "R-Right."

My smile is so big that my eyes are squinting, "Leo told me that Steve needs therapy, am I right?"

John seems to be relieved that I have at last gotten into the point. He nods, "Yes, he is very traumatized over some particular incidents and sometimes even has panic attacks."

"Well, we have a problem then." I switch to my professional tune, "But unfortunately this is not my field of work. I will give you a reference of the best psycho therapist of our hospital. And other than that I think he will just be fine since there are so many other children here in the children’s therapy section." I scribble something on my pad as I push my reading glasses up the bridge of my nose. "And the most I can do for you is, checking up on Steve from time to time, that’s all. I will make sure that he is not scared of the new environment and to make sure he is comfortable here."

"Thank you so much." He rasps sincerely, "It helps me a lot."

"It’s alright." I get on my feet, Steve sitting on my arm, "I said we are friends, right? So don’t be so humble with me." I reassure him. "Okay now," I check my wrist watch, "I have a surgery in an hour, so let me introduce you to the therapist now."

"I appreciate it." John follows me out of my office. After a brief silent he opens his mouth once again and I am really happy that he does or I would have to talk shits all by myself to start a conversation and that would be so fucking awkward. "This hospital’s environment is really nice." He comments.

"I am the director here after all." I say proudly.

"Huh?" John seems to be flabbergasted, "You are the director here?"

"Yep, I am." Two nurses pass by us and I wave and wink at them cheerfully as I make a merry conversation with John.

"But you are no older than Leo..." He squeaks, contemplating his next words.

"Well, if that fuck-I mean Leo is a genius in business field than I am a genius doctor too." I hold my head high, proud of my profession.

"You indeed are a genius." He commends me and I feel like I am flying over the moon.

I like it when someone compliments me and from the moment on I have started to like it even more when John comments on me. I really like it for some reason.

"Big brother and good brother are flirting with each other." Steve suddenly pipes up, hiding his face in my chest.

John and I almost jump on this and then realize what he just said. John is frustrated, "Steve why would you say that?" John exclaims, his cheeks flushing, "We were just talking to each other!"

I internally chuckle at John’s cuteness and am proud of the little bean in my arms. "Yes, yes why would you say that?" But outside I pretend to be uncomfortable. Though not really trying too hard to hide my original emotions.

"I was on TV." Steve replies innocently, "The girl and boy flirt with each other like this. By complementing each other."

Isn’t he talking a bit too clearly for his age?

"I see," John shakes his head, hopeless at his brother’s situation, "No TV for a week. You watch TV all the time when I am not home and it has scrambled your head."

"Aww, why?" Steve pouts, clearly not happy with his brother’s judgment.

"You should listen to your brother, Steve." I say, half playing, half serious.

Steve makes a displeased noise and quiets down once again.

After the therapy session, the doctor says that his mental state is not very good. She advices to take him out a lot and let him socialize with people. She also recommends that Steve should continuously attend the children’s therapy day-care center here at the hospital, it will help her observe him more closely and help him better. At last she gives us a trip to the day-care and introduces John to other staff members there. The doctor tells John to arrange everything and send Steve there from tomorrow.

I stay by John’s side for the entire time, in case he needs my help with anything. John seems to be relieved with the development of things and thanks the doctor before we take off.

"I will see you off to the gates." I declare, somehow ended up with Steve once again sitting on my arms.

Am I his father or what?

"No, no I will be alright." John tries to turn the offer down.

"No, I will see you off." I say gently yet firmly. Try to understand baby, if I want to get you in my bed then I have to do this.

Just then something comes to me, "Hey John, I heard there is a prom at your college this Thursday night?"

"Y-Yes. How do you know that?" John asks curiously.

"Leo told me." I grin.

Bullshit. Leo never told me anything like that. Then how do I know? I stalked him. Another bullshit. I have neither the time nor the energy to stalk him. Yes, I am obsessed with him. I want to get him in my bed naked but I am a busy man. I don’t get paid enough to stalk someone. And a stalker is one of the few things I despise the most. Just thinking about it creeps me out. So again, how do I know about the prom? I just happened to stumble upon one of the articles of the school he goes to, that’s all.

"Well, have you found someone to go with you?" I casually ask him, my eyes narrowed and sharp.

I am just asking, even if he already has then I just simply have to rearrange their organs and take their place.

"Umm, no." he scratches his cheek nervously, "Not yet."

"Then I will go with you." I smile widely.

"No, no. You don’t have to..." John tries to reject it weakly.

"I said, I will go with you." I repeat stubbornly.

John sings, knowing that once I have said this then I won’t back off no matter what. "Fine. I will call you later."

"I grin in response.

"They are flirting again." Steve mumbles against my chest. But it goes inaudible to both of us.