Vengeance

7.

Aaron was left speechless once Jace pulled out of his parent's driveway.

He'd never had a person, let alone an employee, speak to him in such a provocative way.

The question Jace asked was in fact a valid one, and he was right. Why did he stay on the phone while Jace was allegedly having sex?

Aaron couldn't decipher a good response. Maybe it was just a reaction out of shock? Aaron wasn't expecting something like that to happen. He was just feeling a little petty and wanted to piss Jace off, just like he pissed Aaron off. Jace's vulgar language and disrespectful attitude towards him made Aaron furious. He didn't think the simple phone call would result in hearing his employee having intercourse.

Aaron carried the cheap plastic grocery bag inside and up to his room, tossing it on top of the bed.

Jace must really think lowly of Aaron by the way he assumed all he wore were silk pyjamas. Yes, he might own a few pairs, but there's also nothing that beats a good pair of sweatpants. 

Just the thought of Jace's face was pissing Aaron off again. The smug way Jace looked at him when he thought Aaron was getting off from the phone call. Why would he even think such a thing? It was absurd.

There was something about the guy that reminded him of his childhood friend. He was scarily similar to the Jace he grew up with, even his blue eyes were almost identical, but this new Jace had dark hair, a completely different body, a different last name, a deeper voice, and even a nose piercing.

Yes, he had the same name, but the Jace that Aaron knew was bulky and muscular. He had dirty blond hair, and would most likely never be caught dead with a nose piercing. . . But the way his assistant had called him Huxleberry, Aaron didn't know what to believe when he heard the stupid nickname.

If for some reason it was the Jace from his past, what was he doing being an assistant? Aaron remembered Jace having so many dreams for his future. He knew Jace would be successful with whatever he put his mind to, that's why it wouldn't make sense for it to be him. More importantly though, why wouldn't Jace say anything?

Aaron's mind was exhausted with all the questions he had plaguing his brain. So many supressed feelings were being resurfaced. Ones he thought were buried in the past for good.

Maybe Aaron is in denial with this whole situation, and maybe deep down, Aaron knew his new assistant was his Jace the moment he laid eyes on him, but in no way was Aaron ready to admit that to himself. He never thought he'd be face to face with the man ever again.

He tried to find Jace years ago, but was never successful in locating him. He clearly didn't want to be found, so eventually, Aaron had to gave up.

What was he supposed to do with this newfound realisation? How was he supposed to act around the guy if it really was him? Was he supposed to ignore the elephant in the room, and continue with how things have been going? Does he just come out with it and ask if it was him? If it was his former best friend, why hadn't he said anything?

Aaron spent hours laying in bed thinking. Trying to figure out what exactly he should do, but in the end, he couldn't come up with a single solution.

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"Wake up, asshole!"

"Would you shut up?" Aaron shouted back to his sister Emily, who was stood outside of his bedroom door.

"We have to go pick flowers out for the funeral in an hour, get up before I drag your ass out of that bed!"

Her fist slammed against the door again before her footsteps became distant down the hall.