Who Cares Who Wins? (boyxboy)

Chapter 33. The Stuarts.

I sat back feeling angry. I wondered how the hell he knew. I thought we had been careful. Obviously not careful enough and I wondered why he had chosen not to say anything until now.

Cliff must have noticed my crestfallen expression.

"Are you okay?" He asked, placing a hand on top of mine.

I nodded.

"You certainly don't look like you are."

My anger rose. I struggled to contain my emotions and it brought me close to tears.

Cliff pulled both our seatbelts loose so he could give me a hug. "Is it leaving here that's brought this on?

"No," I replied before burying my face into his shoulder, trying hard not to actually break down and cry.

He stroked the back of my head and neck, soothingly. "In that case I'm guessing someone has said something and you're struggling to deal with it. My money is on Marcus. Am I warm?"

I broke free from the hug and sat back in the seat. I steeled myself, putting on a brave, smiley face. "Not warm at all but positively boiling. Marcus caught me unawares as we were loading the boot. I'm pissed off that I didn't have a suitable reply."

"It must have been bad for it to affect you like it has."

I repeated what Marcus had said exactly.

"He's not actually called it, has he?" Cliff answered. "He's just inferred it. He's probably thought it and wanted you to confirm it...., that's all."

"Well I didn't...I just told him he was jealous because he didn't have a friend to invite him to stay."

"Then there's no need for you to worry about it, is there?" Cliff replied as he sat in the middle of the seat so he could hug me again. "He's got no proof about us and you can't change the way he thinks."

I don't know what the lady driver thought of us two hugging in the back of her taxi but she didn't seem to mind...., well, she didn't actually say anything and quite honestly I couldn't care what people I didn't know thought.

So far the people that mattered were happy that I was happy.

It just left Cliff to be happy. That was now down to his parents.

I rested my head on Cliff's shoulder, closed my eyes and daydreamed.

My fantasies took over. If Cliff's parents took umbrage and caused a scene right out of one of my Thai BL series then we would run away where they could not find us. Scotland came to mind as I had never been there and had always fancied going. Edinburgh. That was the place with the big castle up on the hill.

I must have fallen asleep as when Cliff nudged me, waking me up, it was to tell me that we were there.

I didn't know what I expected his parent's house to look like. I knew that he didn't have any other siblings so I had already worked out that it wouldn't be some great Georgian or Edwardian country pile with umpteen bedrooms and a host of servants. I had thought that it might be ultra modern.

The mock Tudor detached house, with its own walled entrance that we pulled into was elegant and impressive enough without being too ostentatious for the area. It still very much made the statement that the owners had achieved something though. A triple width detached garage, with what looked like rooms above, stood to one side of the expansive gravel driveway.

"Wow!" I exclaimed, as we gathered up our bags that our driver had placed by the boot of the car. "Very nice."

Clifton smiled at me. "Not really my taste for exterior..... I prefer something a bit more modern, but inside Mum and Dad have chosen to go less traditional and plumped for something much more contemporary yet still sophisticated and functional."