Dr. Arrogant and Mr. Vanity (Slowly Editing)

Chapter Twenty-Six: The Man in Emilio's Life

I couldn’t believe this was happening. I just couldn’t comprehend it. Emilio married – ha! It feels like I’m in a bad nightmare. Where was Celeste when I needed her? God, why did Dylan have to be such a douche? I could always count on him to talk to. I sighed as I glanced out the window. My phone was still ringing and I had five messages from Dylan. My finger drifted onto Dylan’s name on my cell phone – he and I had to talk some time about what happened when he was drunk. I had been a little hard on him, but he did shit talk my boyfriend which was not at all ok. I’m the only one allowed to shit talk Emilio.

I rolled my eyes as I shoved my phone back into my pocket as Emilio walked in. I could not handle Dylan right now, while I was upset about this whole marriage situation.

“William, you’ll get sick if you don’t dry off properly,” Emilio suggested.

“Fuck off,” I growled.

“William you’re being difficult,” he sighed.

“I’m being difficult? Really? Am I, Emilio? If I am being so difficult, why don’t you go and stay with your fucking husband?” I retorted, slamming my dresser drawers shut. That shut Emilio up. He sighed sitting on top of our bed, as my phone continued to ring. It was Dylan again. The guy just wouldn’t leave me alone.

“Is that Dylan calling?” Emilio asked.

“How do you know?” I asked in confusion.

“While you were in the bathtub, your phone was ringing,” he said innocently. “He’s called you at least three times already. It must be something important.”

“It’s not,” I muttered.

“I know what happened between you two, Will,” Emilio said. “Celeste told me already.”

“And?” I shrugged.

“And? Will – it’s obvious that Dylan has feelings for you,” he sighed. “I can’t even go to Ibiza without someone trying to whisk you away from me."

I rolled my eyes at him, as I fell dramatically on top of our king sized bed. I rested my arm over my face, as I felt Emilio’s hands on me.

“I think you’ll feel better if we go out and do something,” Emilio said. “Let’s forget about Dylan and my husband – “

“I want to meet him,” I replied cutting him off. “Let’s go to his house for dinner.”

“Eh? Who?” Emilio asked.

“You’re husband,” I huffed. “I want to meet him. Let’s go. Get dressed.”

“Will, we don't have to go there if -” he said completely taken aback.

“Emilio I want to,” I groaned. “Can we just do this and get it over with?”

“Fine, I’ll call Romero,” he said pulling his cell phone off. I nodded as I walked towards my drawers to change my clothes. I didn’t know who Romero was or what he looked like, but I wanted him to be intimidated by me. I hoped he was hideous looking but knowing Emilio that would never happen. If Emilio married someone, he had to be attractive. Therefore, I had to look my best. I put on my best shorts, best button down shirt, and I even styled my hair for once. I fastened my most expensive watch on my wrist and slid my shades on.

“Calenta! Calenta!,” Emilio said wrapping his arms around my waist. “You look hot.”

“I know,” I retorted. “Let’s go.”

“Fine,” Emilio said grabbing my hand as we walked out of our room. Of course, Emilio would pick today of all days to be all lovey dovey with me. Everywhere we walked he wanted to hold my hand – not that it wasn’t cute, but I felt like he was trying to suck up to me because he knew I had been so upset earlier.