Chapter 244 - My Man (2)

Wilson heaved out a tired sigh as he shook his head sideways. "You don't have to apologize to me. I can understand. But I really have to leave for the hospital. I need to check on the patient on whom I performed the surgery earlier." Wilson tried to shook his hand off but the man before him didn't budge.

"Blythe, I really have to leave." Wilson glared at him as he lowered his voice down as more and more people were looking their way. No one in their right mind would leave a chance to stare at two handsome hunks. 

Blythe shook his head in a no as he refused to let go for his arm. Even though Wilson had tall stature and a broad figure, his body couldn't be considered as muscular as the man hardly ever get a chance to hit the gym. No matter how much force he used, it was nothing when compared with Blythe's. 

"Blythe. People are looking at us. I am sure your parents won't appreciate you creating a ruckus here." Wilson clenched his jaw as he tried his best to loosen his grip around his lower arm. 

"Look at this face." He took another step in his direction, pointing the index finger of his free hand towards himself. "Does it look like that I give a single fuck about my parents?" 

Wilson let out a sarcastic laugh and nodded his head in a yes as he pointed his chin in the same direction where the woman was standing. "It sure looked like it." 

"I swear I didn't have a clue about it. I was planning to escape this banquet with you after you arrive." Blythe tried to explain his side of the story, but Wilson refused to even listen to him. 

"You weren't particularly pushing her away from yourself either. Don't lie to me now that you weren't enjoying the feeling of her big breasts pressing against your arm." Wilson added as he took a step towards him. Their faces were merely a few inches away from each other as their heights were on par.

"Are you getting jealous?" Blythe raised an eyebrow at him as he leaned his face slightly in. 

"Jealous my ass." Wilson gritted through his teeth. 

Blythe raised an arm and patted the top of his head as if he was trying to coax a little child. "You are right. That was no way I should treat my man." He took a brief pause and his palm which was resting on top of his head, slid down to his nape, his fingers curling around as he held his neck in place. 

He gazed into his eyes as he leaned in. "This is the way I should be treating 'my man'." He whispered lightly before his lips before crashing his thin lips against his cold ones. He began to slowly move his lips over his as Wilson continued to stand rooted on the spot in shock. He only came back to his senses when he felt his tongue moving over his lips as it seeked for his permission which Wilson granted to him willing. 

Stepping closer to him, his hands grabbed onto the lapels of his black coat as he pulled his body towards him. Slowly, he began to reciprocate his actions as a couple of loud gasps resonated throughout the vast hall. 

In between the low murmurs and whisperings, a loud voice was heard. "What is going on here?" A man who was in his late fifties, walked towards the center of the hall where the two handsome hunks were busy savoring each other as their tongues grazed against each other, fighting for dominance. 

"What is going on here?" He spoke up again when he was right before the two entwined bodies who were too engaged to even notice his presence. He tapped his wooden cane on the floor a couple of times as anger seeped through out his body. 

The sound of multiple taps resonated throughout the hall, the low whispers dying down as silence engulfed the entire area. A couple of people even took a couple of steps back as they looked at the face of the man who was seething with anger. The echoing sound of the cane being struck against the wooden floor, even managed to get the attention of the two men. 

Blythe was about to yell at the person who dared to interrupt their moment, but stopped himself when he saw the familiar face. "Hey, Dad." He scratched the back of his sheepishly as he greeted his father. 

"What was with that atrocious behavior of yours earlier?" His father roared as he tried to avoid looking directly into his glaring eyes. He was about to apologise to him, but his words died down at the back of his throat when he saw Wilson stepping forward. He walked ahead of him and stood before him, as if protecting him from the threatening glares that his father was throwing his way. 

"I am sorry for what happened, Mr. Jameson. I am the one to blame for it. There's no need for you to raise your voice at your son." Wilson spoke as he bowed his head a little and apologized to him. 

One of the reasons for Blythe to keep his sexuality a secret even from his own family, was his father's strictness. He was one of those people who still held onto those old beliefs that it was only a man and a woman who was supposed to be together. And any kind of relationship between the same gender, was considered no less than a sin in his eyes. 

There was no way, Wilson would let him even raise his voice on Blythe and humiliate him before all these people. He was ready to place himself in the line of fire if it meant saving Blythe his pride before his family. 

"I apologize for my behavior. He didn't have any say in this, it's me who likes him. But it's only me." He continued as he looked at the fuming man before him. Before he could continue further, two arms wrapped around his waist and pulled him back, making his back land against a sturdy chest. He felt his left shoulder being pushed down as a face rested over it. 

"You don't have to apologize to him, or two anyone." Blythe whispered next to his ear, turning a bling eye to his father. Keeping his sexual preferences a secret was one thing, and letting Wilson take the bullet for his public display of affection was another. And the latter was definitely off the list. 

"Dad!" He called out to his father without shifting his eyes away from the handsome face of his boyfriend. "Meet Wilson Steiner, my boyfriend. And your future son-in-law." After introducing the man in his arms, he shifted his attention to his father. 

The man was beginning to see red everywhere as his mind registered the words which his son had just uttered before the whole lot of people. 

"What nonsense is this?" He questioned Blythe while pointing the end of his cane towards him. "Is this some sort of prank?" 

"Do you think I would kiss a man in front of these many people, just to pull a prank on you?" Blythe gave him a look which clearly questioned his sanity. "Whatever you saw earlier, was my doing. I was trying to make it up to my man as he was sad after seeing me with that girl. How can I stand to see my man sad over such a measly woman whose name I don't even remember." 

"Blythe." Wilson, who was standing quietly so far as he listened to his every word, finally spoke up. "You don't have to do this." He muttered softly under his breath for only him to hear. 

"No, you are right. I don't have to do this." Blythe gave him a bright smile before he continued. "But I want to do this. I want to do this for you, for us. I want to yell and tell the whole world that you are mine, and only mine." He placed a small peck over his lips before shifting his attention back to his father. 

"So, where were we?" He questioned himself and widened his eyes when he finally remembered. "Whatever you saw and heard me saying, was the reality. Your only son is bisexual. And he has a thing for the man he's currently clinging to." He gave his father the same bright smile which he gave earlier to Wilson. "It's up to you whether or not you accept me the way I am." He shrugged his shoulders as he continued to keep his hold around Wilson firm. 

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