Sour mood

Myracle's POV 

My mother is in a bad mood this morning, it's like she woke up on the wrong side of the bed and rolled on thorns. The weekend went by so fast.I walked into my mother's kitchen and found her with a cup of coffee in her hands.

" Good morning mother" I say planting a kiss on her forehead which is not received very well

"Ook who took the dance off your feet?" I ask laughing

She looks at me and sighs, lifting the cup and placing it between her blood red lips.

" the incompetence of some workers" she begins to complain

"You pay them good money to render good service to you but they disappear all weekend and do not even have the audacity to answer calls." I am in my good mind to fire the fool but because I have a good heart, I will hear what excuse they have for not being available when needed" she says in annoyance

"Hmmmm whatever had to be done must have been important to have the great Melinda moved by it so early in the morning" I say laughing

"I wanted to just come by and check on you" "We didn't speak all weekend and I stayed in after Friday night". I say

" Thank you " she says with a smile, placing her cup on the table and drawing me in for a hug.

My mother had always been my best friend and when I came out as a gay man ,she accepted me with no problems. My father however insisted he had no son of his that would be sleeping with other men. 

I didn't care much at first but when he would verbally abuse me about it, I dived into drinking to numb the pain. I moved from the family mansion to my own place not too far from home and settled there.

My father walks in and throws a dirty look at me and grabs a mug to pour himself coffee. 

"You know people are talking about me and how I failed to raise you as a real man" he says bitterly

" Goodbye mother" I say placing a kiss on her forehead 

"Don't you dare walk out on me when I am speaking to you" he says angrily

"I don't need to listen to you father" I say " I am a full grown man who is able to make decisions of his own" I spit

"Then make a decision to not come into this house ever again" he says slamming a fisted hand on the cabinets.

"Fine!" I shout at the top of my voice

My mother cuts before I can add anything else.

"No one will stop him from coming here" she says " you cut him off in your businesses , he went ahead and built his own empire, that shows he's a real man" she defends my dignity.

"Real man don't eat ass" he spits in disgust 

I am hurt and opt to leave before anything else is said that will further damage me. I walk out banging the door behind me. I hear my mother shout and scream at my father but he sounds unmoved in his response.

I am almost reaching my car when I hear my mother's voice echoing behind me. I turn and tears have begun to fall on my face. I'm wiping them with the back of my hand. She is swiftly by my side and has cupped my face in her hands.

"hush now child" she says in her melodic voice 

"Your father is an old fashioned, traditional man who refuses to believe in your kind of love, that doesn't mean there is anything wrong with you,it just means you are different" she comforts me

I kiss her again without a word and enter into the car and drive off. I am the boss so I can skip work and go drinking I think to myself. I call the office and give an order that all my meetings be canceled. 

I drove to Nigel's club. He is surprised to see me so early. The minute I sit down he joins me 

"Ain't it too early for you to be here?" he asks

"Good morning to you too" I respond ignoring his question

"Please get me something strong" I request

He looks at me shocked by my request and instead sends for a coffee I did not want. The coffee is put down before me and I show absolutely no interest in it. 

"Coffee will not deal with my situation" I say 

"And so will alcohol" he says pointing out the obvious.

I stand and make my way to the bathroom. Where I look at myself in the mirror and breakdown. I cry so hard and miss someone entering the bathroom. I feel strong arms hold me tight into a hug. The embrace is full of passion and love. It's as if the person feels my pain. 

I let loose and cry some more and this person says nothing to pacify me. He rubs my back instead and his hands are beginning to do things to my body. I take my hands that were covering my face and wrap my arms around him.

The man is gigantic, he makes me feel like a minion in his arms. He smells good too, something I like in a man. After an unending parade of tears, I finally look up into dark blue eyes and my knees immediately wobble. He lifts me up and places me on the sink so I don't fall.

"Are you fine now" he asks 

I nod and smile. He looks into my eyes as if searching my soul. I look away because I am afraid to jump the man. The fact that I was crying seems like a distant memory now that I am looking at a man I wouldn't mind having buried inside of me. 

I take a deep breath and slightly move back. He is standing between my legs and the urge to wrap my skinny long legs around his waist is over taking my sense of reasoning. 

"Who made you cry so early" he asks

"No one important" I respond

"If they were not important you wouldn't be crying  now, would you?" he asks raising an eyebrow

He is making sense right there but I won't be interrogated by a stranger that I want to kiss so badly. I think my thoughts sent messages to my body too soon, I have my lips on the stranger and my arms around his neck kissing him.

It's a moment of weakness and I brush it out of my head and continue to kiss his sweet, soft lips. He doesn't stop me, he kisses me back with vigor and control. 

Everything stops when my hands begin to fiddle with the zip of his pants. He holds my hands above my head.Kisses me passionately and sensually.I moan in pleasure and my moans are desperate moans of need to be filled up.He stops abruptly and looks at me straight in the eyes

"Go home and don't allow your emotions to let you give yourself to a stranger" he says turning around and leaving me embarrassed with blue balls.

"We will meet again" he says walking out the door.