C.E.O Piggy

⇠Devil's Lashings⇢

"Will you calm down," Christopher sighed, putting his hand on my knee.

"I can't...I don't think you understand the situation you put me in." I growled.

Christopher rolled his eyes, "I understand that we are having a simple dinner with your parents." He replied.

"My parents are anything but simple." I snapped back.

"Are you going be a dick all night?": Christopher quizzed. "Because I rather not have a horrible night because you're in a bad mood." He scoffed.

"You're going to have a bad night either way, I told you I didn't want to do this, and you deliberately did it anyway." I snarled.

"You're right, I'm sorry." Christopher started. "I just want to better understand you." He added,

"Working with me for eight years you haven't learned anything about me?" I quizzed.

"I want to know Blake, not C.E.O Blake." He argued.

"There's a difference?" I sighed.

"Yes, there is a huge difference, C.E.O Blake is a dick," Christopher said.

"We've been together for two months." I sighed pinching the bridge of my nose.

"So, you know everything about me, I think it's an even playing field if I know almost everything about you." Christopher pouted.

"Whatever..." I scoffed.

Christopher stared at me for a long minute, exhaling softly. "Look, if anything happens or you ever feel overwhelmed then we'll leave." He started. "Maybe later I can make this hoodie rip after stuffing you with Chinese food." He whispered.

I barked out a laugh. "Is that all you think about is stuffing me to my max and watching me rip my clothing?" I snorted.

"I'll make you rip anything to keep you in a better mood. Food always makes my piggy happy." He teased.

"Hate you sometimes..." I chuckled. Christopher laid his shoulder on my arm, noting me tensing. He kept his gaze on my face for a minute before sitting back up and watching the scenery quickly pass, once at the restaurant he noticed an older couple sitting on the bench outside. The woman was dressed in a simple black pencil dress and black heels, her neck was occupied with a thick pearl necklace. While the male was dressed in a tight suit.

"Mom, dad." I greeted exiting the car.

"Son! I'm so glad you're safe." The woman screeched, quickly wrapping me in a hug.

"It was only a blizzard I'm fine." I scoffed rolling my eyes.

"This must be the young man you've been talking about. You can call me Richard." Richard said holding out his hand.

"You talk about me?" Christopher quizzed shaking my dad's hand quickly. With a large grin earning a small blush from me.

"Sometimes..." I mumbled. Christopher chuckled, lifting his head proudly. Intertwining his hand into mine.

"Come on inside it's freezing." My mom instructed walking inside.

"She smothers you like a mother hen," Christopher whispered jokingly.

"Trust me it'll get worse. Just wait until she starts grinding into you." I whispered following behind.

Once seated, the waiter placed our water cups on the table followed by our menus. "We already know what we want Arnold," Mom demanded.

"Chris hasn't been here before mom, let him look," I argued.

"So, it's Chris now..." She trailed off.

"I told you before, he's not a fling," I growled.

"In the ten years since we've made the company, we've never allowed employees to take advantage of our emotions." She began.

"Chris isn't taking advantage of me, unlike you, he cares about my happiness," I stated.

"We've always cared son," Richard said.

"You have dad, but mom here thinks she's fucking queen." I snapped.

"Have you forgotten our name?" She sneered.

"No! But at least I am not holding my head up like I'm better than everyone. I'm not living by my name and assuming everyone will part the sea for me." I growled.

"You are a Morningstar, you're born royalty." She said calmly, sipping her water.

"I don't want to be a Morningstar anymore; I just want to live with Chris and not have you breathing down my neck," I spoke.

"You're being childish, you'll always be a Morningstar Blake," Bethany stated. "Maybe it's fine for a change," I said.

"Bethany, Blake's happy that's all we care about." Richard jumped in quickly.

"What about Susan, she's an excellent match." Bethany continued. I squeezed my eyes shut, hissing. "Who's Susan?" Christopher asked.

"She'll hopefully be Blake's fiancée if everything comes together. I already have a ring." She explained.

"It was before I met you, I called it off as soon as we started dating..." I whispered.

"You are engaged..." Christopher trailed off.

"It wasn't real Chris; I love you not her." I tried to reason.

Christopher's lip quivered, as he nodded his head. "You're going to explain this to me when you get home." He whispered, placing his head on my shoulder.

"Mom stop it, did you come here to ridicule me or enough of my time?" I demanded.

"I wanted to make sure you're not making any dumb decisions Blake. I know you're confused." Bethany said.

"I'm not confused mom; you just can't handle I'm gay," I growled.

"Homosexuality isn't in god's plan." She said lowly.

"Fuck god mom, he's a man who is in a dress!" I shouted.

"Beth, come on please don't start," Richard begged. "We don't get to see Blake often enough." He added.

"You were raised in the house of God you'll respect him," Bethany stated.

"If you loved me then you'd respect me!" I shouted, pushing out the chair, the loud clatter echoed throughout the building causing everyone to turn.

"Sit down." She demanded.

"No! Fuck you! I love Chris and I love eating sweets, I hate you and I hate how controlling you fucking are! I'm twenty-eight years old mom, fuck off!" I screamed storming out of the building.

Richard and Christopher both sighed, putting their heads into their hands. "Bethany, you're driving our son away." He growled standing.

"Blake!" Christopher shouted, bowing his head towards the couple, and quickly running out of the building noticing I was nowhere to be seen. "Blake!?" Christopher called, pulling out his phone and held up to his ear. Christopher glanced around, fainting hearing a low buzzing coming from the alley next to the building. Following the ringing he discovered my phone on the ground, the screen shattered. "Blake!" He shouted scooping up the phone. Tears pricked the corners of his eyes, while his heart pounded against his chest. His mind was reeling, as his breathing started to quicken. A hand gripped Christopher's shoulder causing him to scream.

"Son, it's just me, are you okay? Where is Blake?" Richard asked.

"H-H-H-He's gone." Christopher stammered. "Someone took him!" He shouted.