Chapter 28.A party to remember

  A beautiful Friday evening, the birds were chirping and the sterling skies looked burnt orange white with the sun preparing to go to sleep for the day. It was the prefect inspiration Bash needed to draw.He took a whiff of the fresh air from his window and smiled before heading out.

    He skipped through the halls, saying hi to all the by passing servants who felt entranced by his cute smile. How can a man be this adorable?

      Getting to the glass door entry of the garden, Bash saw a silhouette that made his heart skip. He had not seen the person's face but he could roughly guess who it was.

    Storm opened the door and was about to take a step forward when he noticed Bash then he halted. He gestures with his right hand for Bash to enter but the boy shook his head. Since he had a bag with paint brushes sticking out of it and a white board with its stand under his left armpit, Storm understood he wanted to paint.

    Bash shifted from Storm’s part with a forced smile. “After you sir, “he said.

He wondered what the man was doing in the general garden, his personal garden was more gracious.

    Storm also shook his head in the same manner Bash did with mock intended only that he had a genuine teasing smile on his face. “I don’t mind, go in.” His eyes his travels to Bash’s hands as he pretends to have not noticed the tools before. “Do you want to paint?”

    Bash nodded and entered the garden, he didn’t want to continue gawking at that heart melting smile. It was getting late, soon it will be hard for him to see anything . Storm insisted on him eating at the table not in his room since their last encounter so he also had to get ready for dinner. 

    

    In reference to Storm’s question , he replied, “Yes I do.”

    Storm’s eyes glimmered ,he had always been curious about how art is done. “I know most artist prefer to work alone but ,I can’t help but hunger to want to see you do your thing. Would you let me?”

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    Bash's smile quaked, he knew how much Storm loves art . It’s one of the many reasons he can’t stop loving the man. Then he frowned warmly. “I am sorry but I have to decline, your handsome face will be too much of a distraction for me.” He accidentally flirted.

    Storm’s mood dampened although it didn’t show, but some how being called handsome made him more understanding. “Okay, have a swell time. “He said to the artist.

    Just as his back turned, he frowned. Bash’s attitude towards him has changed, he missed the flirty, daring Bash that called him by his name and not some vague ‘ sir!’ Yes, this is how it should be, simple healthy relationship but he was finally understanding that Callahan was right, he does have some kind of attraction towards the boy.

    On a bench in the garden a sad Bash sat, he ran a frustrated hand through his hair. His chest hurt like a a heavy metal ton was dropped on his chest and he felt like screaming , he didn’t want to cry over spilled milk but the milk was always looking at him. He groaned in his palms, it gets harder and harder everyday to forget Storm especially when his mere presence ignites sparks he has no control over.

     He hates that the man affects him so much, he hates how his heart drums when he sees Storm. This has to be the hardest thing he has ever done in his life.

    *

    “You two need to be in your best behavior tonight, especially you, Bash. “James informed the twosome seating before him. “You may or may not be required to come see the guests but you should be dressed.”

    Bash rudely rolled his eyes. This old gizzard has hated him since the day they met. Quiet frankly, he really careless what his reservations are about him.

    “Can I go now ? You have already given the instructions, I have better things to do," Bash asserted with a tired expression.

    James frowned. “Yes, you may leave you spoilt brat.”

    Bash rose and again rolled his eyes. James’s hate speech was the list of his worries. He was going to wear a SUIT! Those things are very uncomfortable! He hadn’t worn one in years and felt like his death will come after minutes in it.

    *

    Dressed in a fine three piece wine colored Lady K special suit, Storm looked breath taking. His fine hair was combed back with a side parting and it was oiled. The gold pocket square did not match the suit color but was elegant. The Single Albert was dangling like a lady’s charm bracelet, second length from the T-bar to another fob in the opposite waistcoat pocket forming a resplendent Double Albert. A chance to express some personality.

    His cufflinks were custom made with his S marks the spot initials. His wrist was embraced by a 153 grams gold Rolex watch. His feet graced with a black Testoni footwear. He looked sharp and elegant. The dresser man had his head high, he made his boss look spectacular .

    It was Storm’s time of the year to host the Elites. They are a group of people holding high ranking businesses and positions of power. It is to be hosted in all their mansion depending on who the veto of responsibility fall on. Thy are few in numbers at least twenty persons are expected. Mostly the order of the night would business while those that brought their children would introduce them to their potential spouses.

   To crown his suit, Storm collected a gold colored mask with vermilion feathers adorned at its edges. This year he decided to do something special, he was constantly accused of throwing the most basic parties since his wife passed.

    He waited for his butler to inform him about the guests arrival before he moved to gulp a glass of whiskey then sat. He had no plans of welcoming them, that responsibility has been given to Maggie and two other trusted assistants.

    Storm had been unfortunate in the past years because the veto always forced him to host . This year he wants to give those greedy gizzards something to remember.

Author's note: Hi guys... So it been forever since I updated well that's cause I got depressed about the progress of this work, the progress is minimal and I can proudly say I haven't earned a single dollar so it is quite easy to give up. Moreover I have other works on ground. I kinda blame myself for the progress because the book was poorly edited and I don't feel like editing sorry.... But I got news! I will try to publish two chapters weekly just because it is my first LGBTQ book regardless of my tight schedule.

    

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