Possessive
**~Christopher’s POV~**
Today, I’m trying a lot of new stuff. I don’t drive SUVs, yet here I am traveling to school in this G-wagon, trying to be a subservient spouse. I believe I am mentally ill. Claudia could not compel me to do anything like this.
*Could it be that I’ve never really loved her? I was just taking pleasure in the sex.*
As I drove, I adjusted my tie, trying to think clearly.
*This girl made me perspire. If I ever fall in love with Camille, I vow she’ll be the one wearing pants in our relationship. Camille is a no-go area.*
Today, I’ve made a fool of myself. I drove Liam to school and I am also picking him up for the very first time in my life. I’ve never dropped or picked up this boy before in my life.
*What makes that girl so unique? She has me wrapped around her little finger.*
I’m at school, like any good parent should be, waiting for my kid. Fuck! I resent the attention. I slipped on my sunglasses as I waited for my son’s arrival.
A woman led Liam outside, attempting to strike a conversation with me.
“It’s a pleasure to have you here today, Mr. Grayston.”
She stretched out her hand to shake me. I was already enraged by my idiotic acts. When I saw the lady reaching out to shake my hand, I stuffed both of my hands inside my pocket. I really don’t have time for this.
“Save all that for my wife. I didn’t come here for greetings.” I howled like a mad wolf. Hell! I'm pissed.
I got inside the car and drove away. Liam was engrossed in his iPad while we were on our way to the rink, not even glancing at me, he didn’t even ask me the whereabouts of his mother. The trip was quiet, with two arrogant individuals crammed into a single vehicle. Arriving at the stupid ice rink, he got out of the car and made his way to where he does his training. I was continually glancing at my wristwatch. I noticed that Liam was done,
“ Let’s go.” I yipped.
“I am not done.” With a hard gaze, he growled back. I couldn’t believe that my son was as frigid as I was. He changed into his soccer shirt and boots and walked out on me and made his way to the soccer field to play. The soccer field was just next to the rink. I was so fucking angry, I was supposed to be making money and here I am, watching soccer and that. I’m going to go grocery shopping. Who wears pants? Camille or I?. An hour later, Liam was done with his soccer practice. Now, I am happy to get off this soccer field.
“I completed all of my tasks today, and now I’m ready for my reward.”
“What!” I barked. The boy did not flinch.
“My ice cream.” He said, I muttered a curse under my breath.
“Where can I find the shop?”
“You’ve got to go back.”
Right inside my skull, the only thing I was shouting was,
*“fuck, fuck.”*
Cursing myself for consenting to such folly. I couldn’t believe I was now going to spend my money on ice cream rather than generating millions or rather billions, come to think of it, I fucking postponed an important meeting because I hated the idea of anyone looking at my wife's sinful body. Hell, I will have to warn her not to dress sexy. Here, I am standing at an ice cream shop. Liam wanted a bigger cup. I feel like that ice cream is too big for him and he might catch a cold, but then, Madam's orders, so I bought the ice cream and we then headed to the mall for groceries. Journalists spotted me grocery shopping while pushing a shopping trolley and holding the stupid shopping list. I purchased everything on the damn list and returned home. I took my anger out on Robin. I yelled angrily at him to help me take all the items from the vehicle. I then followed Liam inside. As we entered the house, Camille was busy reading a magazine. She saw what Liam was holding and went and took the cup of ice cream from him and came up to me.
“What is the meaning of this?”
I had no idea what she was talking about. I looked at Liam, but the kid just shrugged and walked upstairs. I couldn’t believe I’d been duped by a 4-year-old. I can’t even believe that I even had to turn my fucking car around to buy the fucking ice cream. I stood in front of Camille, stunned that my own son had done such a thing and now I will have to face the angry lioness. Practically, Liam left me alone to explain a cup of ice cream that I didn’t even lick.
*What an arrogant, crafty scoundrel you are, Liam.*
I was dragged back to reality as I heard Camila’s fingers cracking.
“Camille, listen,” shit I sound like a little mouse caught in the act, “Liam said you buy him ice cream when he finishes both practices, so I did.” I fucking sound like a child.
“Are you listening to yourself, Chris, you have been duped by a four-year-old. Is that what you're trying to say? If you ever buy this enormous cup of ice cream again, you will never be able to lift my kid.” I did not nudge; I just went ahead and ascended. When I walked back, Camila was already preparing supper.
“Don’t bother waiting for me. I’m going to be late." I said to her, not even giving her room to say anything because she knew I was going to fuck. I don't fucking need to say it out loud.
