Pleasing the Boss

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Chapter 89

When we get back to our place, Ethan slams the front door while I walk into the living room. That went horribly. I wasn’t expecting my ass to get me into more trouble than it already has. Plastered all over a magazine is one thing, but butt dialing Ethan while I was in the middle of talking to Drew about being Ethan’s father is a whole other thing. My butt has betrayed me.

“Ethan, can you calm down, please?’ I try to speak rationally as he paces back and forth from the kitchen to the living room.

I feel horrible about the secret coming out the way it did, but at the same time, it’s about time. I couldn’t keep holding it in. It wasn’t my secret to keep hold of. Drew should’ve handled this a long time ago and he wouldn’t have had to worry about Ethan finding out like this.

Ethan doesn’t talk to me for a long while. I simply observe him pouring Scotch into a glass and throwing it back like a well-needed shot. He pours two more before coming into the living room.

“How long did you know?” He finally speaks.

“Not long. I walked in on his conversation with someone. He didn’t know I had heard. This was the first time we had talked about it.”

“And you didn’t think to tell me?”

I shake my head.

“It wasn’t my secret to tell, Ethan. You deserved to hear it from him. You deserved the truth.”

“I don’t give a shit if it was your secret or not. You should have told me immediately. I’m your fiancé, Thea. You’re supposed to be on my side.”

I stand up in shock.

“I am on your side. I’ve always been on your side so don’t you dare stand there and say some shit like that to me. I’m not the one you need to be mad at and neither is Drew. You need to be mad at your parents for forcing Drew to keep such a thing from you. They made you blind. They kept you in the dark. Drew is a victim just as much as you are.”

“Yeah, a real victim. He was allowed to go through life not having to raise his bastard son.”

“Don’t say that, Ethan. He loves you so much.”

“Don’t act like you know him so well, Thea. Your mother was basically a stranger before she came here. What do you even know about having a real parent.”

Without warning, I slap him across the face. His face whips to the side before he looks at me with rage in his eyes.

“Don’t you dare talk to me like that ever again. Just because you’re hurting doesn’t mean you can be disrespectful. My mother has done nothing but work her ass off to earn my trust and love again. I’ve forgiven her no matter how many times she’s hurt me, so you do not get to shit all over that because something bad has happened in your squeaky clean perfect life.” With venom laced in my tone, Ethan just stands there, listening to what I’m saying.

His expression softens just a bit and he shakes his head.

“I’m sorry, Thea. I didn’t mean to insult you or your mother. I’m sorry.” He runs his hand over his face, silently regretting snapping at me. I honestly don’t blame him, but I’m also not going to let him get away with it. Anger reveals true feelings so honestly, the fact that he said something like that earned a response. Yeah, I know my family dynamic isn’t perfect, but I have an insight into what it’s like to form a relationship with a parent. It’s never easy, but you have to face it whether you want to or not.

Calming back down, I sit on the sofa and brush my hair back, huffing in frustration.

“Look, I know I should have told you. I thought about it so many times, but what if you didn’t want to know? What if you wanted Drew to grow a pair and tell you himself? The point of learning that your uncle is your father is to hear it from the mouth of the uncle father.”

In the midst of frustration, Ethan actually snorts.

“Uncle father.”

I frown.

“Well, I don’t know what the hell to call him. Can you forgive me please? I’m sorry I didn’t come to you. I should have and if you have an aunt mother come out of the woodworks then I promise to tell you.”

Ethan tries to keep his scowl, but it fades the more he looks at me. Finally, he comes over to me, pulling me on the feet by my hands.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have jumped at you like that. This is just…a lot to take in, but honestly, I sort of knew already.”

I pull my hands away.

“Do tell.”

Ethan sits down before pulling me on his lap. I flop down, wrapping one arm around the back of his neck.

“When I was 19, I heard my parents fighting about letting Drew come for Christmas. My mother wanted him to come, but my father forbid it, saying that he didn’t want Drew to influence me. I thought it was weird because there’s absolutely nothing wrong with Drew. He’s great, but for some reason, my father kept talking about Drew being around me. My mother tried to reassure him that things would be fine. Then my dad said something about constantly having to fix her mistakes. I didn’t understand it then, but the more I thought about it, the more things sort of came together.”

“So why didn’t you day anything after your parents died?”

“I was comfortable. I had a life and a company to run. I didn’t really care to know. I figured if it were true then he would have told me, but he didn’t so I assumed I was wrong. I accepted it. Then hearing him say it. I felt my world crashing around me. I didn’t expect to feel so angry about it.”

“Yeah, I can tell. You punched him in the face.” I scrunch up my nose and Ethan nods.

“Yeah, I’m going to have to apologize for that.”

“Indeed, young man. That can wait till tomorrow though. He needs to wallow for a bit. I’m sure he wants to think about a healthy approach to the conversation without things becoming physical again.”

I pat Ethan on the shoulder before standing. I take his hand and pull him to the bedroom to get ready for bed. Inside the room, we undress each other and while I’m running the shower water and wiping off my makeup, Ethan comes in and just stands behind me. He wraps his hands around my torso, pulling me against his naked body. I pretend as if I’m not paying him any attention, but I can’t ignore it when his hands move over my stomach. My hands stop moving and I look up, making eye contact with him in the mirror.

“You should be big and pregnant right now.”

His words nearly break my heart. I haven’t thought about the baby much, just trying to move forward and I thought Ethan was doing the same, but I guess he still thinks about it often.

“I know.” I mumble, placing my hand over his.

“I want to try again. I want a family with you.”

Hearing him say that makes my stomach turn in anticipation. We haven’t had a ton of sex lately so getting pregnant hasn’t been on my mind, but now it’s going to be all I think about. That baby was our world and I want that feeling again.

“Okay.” I smirk.

“Okay?” His eyes widen a bit as if I was going to say no.

“Yes. Let’s try again.”

Ethan smiles, turning me around and picking me up. I wrap my legs around him and he starts walking to the shower.

“What are you doing?” I giggle.

“Getting to work on our family.” He smacks my ass before kissing me.

Oh, this is going to be fun.

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