Falling For My Exchange Brother | B... - Chapter 49: Chapter 49

Ever since yesterday everything has been somewhat normal. Raphael slept in a guest room and ending up getting to know the twins.
It was odd. Especially when they told me what they thought of him. But oddly enough, they ended up getting along and they did better than I thought.
Sitting the living room, I saw Raphael in the kitchen like usual. So far all he's done is eat. His jet lag isn't as bad as I thought, yet when it's afternoon here he's yawning.
I think he'll manage.
"Are you just one to stare at people?" He asks, and I blink." I know I look like an old version of Arthur, but don't get any ideas-."
"Never." I hiss, and he chuckles.
"Good. We have a common ground on what's okay and what's not. Happy to know."
"I'd never be into you." I growl, glaring at him harshly." I rather raw dog a beehive than be with you."
Raphael snickered, shaking his head as he looked away. But that only seemed to piss me off.
All these times he's had such a big mouth, why won't he say something now?
"What are you gonna say? Huh?" I hiss, seeing Raphael chuckle but his face was dark and sinister." You've been so painstakingly honest before, so, what's changed?"
"Sometimes, I question your integrity." Raphael hissed, and I glare at him as he's suddenly standing." But you know what else I question? You and Arthur's marriage."
I flinch, my hands suddenly balling into fists. My throat becoming tight as I've never heard anyone tell me straight to my face that they questioned our marriage. Relationship? Of course, but when we got married they accepted it except Nathan.
But Raphael just got here and he already sees something...?
"How dare you come in here and say you question our marriage-?"
"I do! You just seem like the type of person who throws others around, my son included. Not sure if anyone ever told you this straight to your rich boy face, but you don't deserve my son."
I find myself becoming sick, my hands becoming clammy and I felt like I needed to throw up. I knew what I didn't deserve, but it didn't help to hear it from him. Especially since we've been married for five years, I didn't need to hear this now.
"I know what I don't deserve..."
"Then you're well acquainted to my words. I would like to tell you who you are." He began to walk closer to me, glaring at me while a smile was present on his face. Frightening me the more he edged closer." You're selfish. In your heart you believe you don't deserve Arthur, and you most certainly don't. You claim you're strong, but you're mainly just a coward and a wimp. I don't know what you were like before, but I get a vibe that you treated my son like shit and that pisses me off.
"You know you shouldn't be here with him, yet, you are. His love for you is shocking and I sometimes wonder if he suffers from Stockholm Syndrome."
I bit my lip, feeling my eyes begin to burn as Raphael continued to smile. Not caring that he was getting in my face and telling me my truth. Telling me things I didn't want to even hear...
"He doesn't suffer from Stockholm Syndrome-."
"I think he does. He either is a masochist or is messed up in the head because who'd love you? I most certainly wouldn't after everything you've done to me. I'm just guessing, but considering how you treated me and I'm a new person, I can't imagine how you treated him.
"I can handle myself. Your words, they're child's play. But I believe Arthur is soft hearted and I wouldn't be surprised if your words hurt him... Not that he'd admit that to you, he seems too kind to do so. You are a bitch of a man who should be with a girl just as bitchy as you. I'm kind of disappointed Arthur didn't or hasn't break your heart by now for everything - I'm assuming and believing - you've done."
I now knew tears were down my cheeks. My body trembling as Raphael laughed in my face, folding his arms.
"Did I hit the mark?"
That's when I began crying. My eyes burning as I couldn't see him anymore and was thankful I couldn't. Raphael said everything that was so fucking true that it had me crying like a baby.
I hate that I have to cry in front of him but what he said hurt so much because it was painstakingly true.
"William!"
I freeze, my vision clearing as I saw Raphael look at me the same. Not caring that Arthur was coming down the stairs.
Seeing him turn the corner, I saw his eyes on me. Watching him eye my face and he suddenly rushed to me. But I turned away and ran off, not wanting to meet him and talk to him now of all times.
"William what happened?" He cried to me, and I ended up getting caught by him. His hand yanking me towards him as he had me face him. But I just hugged him tightly, crying into his chest because I didn't want him to see me crying like that.
Yet instead I was soaking his shirt and he pulled me back.
"William what happened? Please, why are you crying?" He asked, seeing his eyes watering as a tear fell down his cheek.
"What...what your father said was fucking true!" I cry, and he frowns.
"What did he say?"
"He said I didn't deserve you and that he's surprised that you haven't broken my heart after everything I've done to you." I whimper, Arthur's expression darkening quickly.
"Who is he to say such a thing? He doesn't even know what's going on and what happened."
"He was guessing. He was so fucking right and I'm sick of the truth! I'm over it, you hear me? I'm so fucking over it!" I cry, and Arthur grabbed my hands.
Staring me straight in the eye as he soon let go and wiped away my tears.
"One, you do deserve me. Two, I don't deserve you William-."
"Bullshit."
"Three, I would never break your heart. You can break mine all you want, but I'd never break yours... Then four, I'm going to cuss his ass off."
I am pulled along by Arthur, my heart still hurting but it felt even better when he said those things. Not the third part though...that just hurts me to hear him say that.
When we got back in the same spot Raphael was eating some chips. His eyes going immediately to me as he snorted. But Arthur was suddenly in front of me, and I looked around him as he was glaring down at Raphael.
"Good afternoon Arthur. Looks like you see that William is a baby when it comes to the truth." He said, and I knew he'd regret that as Arthur gave him the glare he gave me and gave Raphael when he first got here.
"I know you're my father. Your word is supposed to count and I'm supposed to give two shits if you have an opinion. But one thing I won't allow is for you to saunter in here and treat William like this. Who do you think you are talking to him like that?"
"I'm Raphael Louis Martin, and I can say whatever the hell I want. Who do you think you are talking to your father like this?" Raphael hissed, standing as they met at eye level.
I grabbed Arthur's hand, and squeezed it as he stepped even closer to Raphael. Them both glaring each other down.
"I'm Arthur Louie Martin, and I refuse to call a man my father who talks to the one I love the most like they're nothing of importance. I don't care who it is, I won't allow it. Because I'll always choose him over you any day. Trust me on that." He growls, and that's when they were glaring one another down.
Almost intriguing me so that I pressed my cheek to Arthur's arm, looking up at Raphael in mockery because Arthur told him! He just beat his ass with words.
As they glared at one another, I began to see Raphael stepping back. His foot tripping over the chair as he blinked and fell into the seat. Looking up at Arthur who was still glaring at him.
Raphael actually looking afraid until he tried to mask his fear with a smile. But it faltered when Arthur sneered.
"You aren't staying here." Arthur ended, walking away as I followed beside him. Looking over my shoulder at Raphael as he looked pissed. But I was fucking excited...
Looks like something's gonna go down tonight!
***Dylan***
"May you come and and get my father?"
I sigh in frustration as I didn't think I'd be seeing Raphael this soon.
"What happened?" I ask, grabbing my keys to the Ferrari as I rushed down.
"Things. My father...just can't be in this house. Please, let him stay at your place for a little - if you don't mind. He knows you somewhat and I don't want him to be alone... I wouldn't want to be."
I smile, wondering how he can still be so nice if someone did something mean to him. I'm not sure what Raphael did, but it must be pretty bad if Arthur's kicking him out.
As well as he has no clue what his father and I did... I kind of don't want him to, but it's the right thing to do...
"Okay. I see...I'll be there in a couple minutes."
"Oh yeah! I forgot you live almost two blocks away. We need to hang out more."
"For sure. See you."
"Bye."
Going to my car, I get in as I drive over. Wondering what Raphael really did. Arthur...I'm not sure. I have to ask Raphael because he'll say it how it is. He doesn't seem to care about what his words do or how they affect others.
Passing the houses, I end up at theirs in only two minutes. Making me realize that they were way closer than I originally thought.
Seeing Raphael rush out, he was pulling his suitcases behind him. Seeing him looked pissed as he looked at my car in disgust.
"How the hell am I supposed to put suitcases in here?" He hissed at my window, and I watched him stare at the car in annoyance.
"I mean...you are probably staying for a night. I don't think you need those..." I say, and he glared at me.
"I hate all of you. You all are such..." He threw his biggest suitcase onto Williams car, grabbing his small one as he threw it in the trunk. Walking around the car he got in all huffy and puffy.
Slamming the door as he just rubbed his face in irritation.
"I don't get it... So far Americans can't handle the truth." He snapped, shaking his head as I began to leave." It doesn't help that I clearly dislike you. But now my son..."
Seeing him close his eyes, he rubbed his hands together. Looking annoyed and conflicted, but I'd never tell him he was.
"What'd you say-?"
"Focus on the road and stop asking me questions." He growled, and I sighed as I faced forward. Arriving at my place as I rolled up and he was hopping out before it stopped.
When he got his stuff we went to the door and I unlocked it with the code. Going in as he walked inside and looked around. Setting his bag down, but he didn't look comfortable.
"You're house is more minimalistic."
"Thanks. I don't like too many things in one room-."
"I don't care." He interrupted, walking away as I shook my head.
When I first met him he was very nice to me. No rudeness, just flirting with me nonstop. Now he's just mean to me and I don't like it. Not that he cares.
I find myself eyeing him, watching as he examined my kitchen. I don't know why when he first goes in the house he first goes to the kitchen.
He seems to be the type of person who seems to be always hungry...it's odd.
"What?"
I look at Raphael, chewing my lip as he stared down at me with annoyance. Considering he was so nice to me before...
"Talk to me. I let you crash here even though you've been very rude to me." I remind, having him sigh in irritation.
" it wasn't my choice. William practically kicked me out because he couldn't handle the truth. Arthur happened to hear me tell his truth...so he snapped at me and had me leave as well.
"I was going to go to a hotel...but Arthur was still kind enough to call you... Even though he doesn't know what happened between us."
I look at him with a frown, shaking my head because I forgot Arthur didn't know.
"What'd you say?...when Arthur called me he sounded...different."
"I just said the truth and what I thought after being there for two days. William couldn't handle it and started crying...what a wimp of a man." I just looked at Raphael in shock, seeing him chuckle." Arthur really loves that son of a bitch..."
I chuckle as well, knowing that that was true. Didn't need an expert for that to be known or seen.
"I know... It's pretty obvious too. I think Arthur loved William right when he saw his face."
"Oh yeah, how did Arthur come to meet him?" Raphael asked curiously, and I sat down as he sat down too.
"Met him as some Exchange Brother...it's really odd. Anyway, William was practically a bitch to him in the beginning and throughout their relationship. Until Arthur still wanted him and they got married and there's your picture."
Raphael shakes his head, slamming his palm on the counter. Looking beyond pissed and I bet I could guess why.
"So everything I said was correct and I just guessed..." He stated, smiling suddenly." I am so good."
Rolling my eyes, I don't know how he went to that out of nowhere.
"Yes, you're so good," I mock, making him narrow his eyes at me.
"Don't mock me. I'm serious too. I think I hit it all on the nail and here come Arthur acting like I was wrong when I was truly right. He just can't handle the truth-."
"Or they just want to move on. Sometimes some people want to forget the past."
"Yet, the past is what built them into what they are. Without the past, they're nothing."
"How so?"
He smiles, knowing we are about to debate.
"You know how."
"Do I? I am just a 'young boy' or 'child'. I can't possibly be to your knowledge and age mentality." I tease, Raphael smirking suddenly.
"Ah. I forgot you're only a child. Let me explain it in a way you'll understand." He patted his lap, and I frown. But I could guess what he wanted me to do.
Finding myself standing, I wrap my arm around his neck and sit on his lap. Looking down at him as he wrapped his arm around my waist and held me like...you would hold a child.
He leaned back, sighing as his eyes closed.
"The past matters because it's what shapes us. Without my past and my experiences, I wouldn't be Raphael. I'd be some wimp and crying in a corner or getting played by all these people. Instead, I'm not a wimp. I laugh in a corner and the ones getting played, are the people. I don't allow myself to be taken advantage of and my past has educated me. It tells me not to fall for people's words and the silly thing called love."
I look down at him, seeing the way his eyes continued to be closed. Looking relaxed as he suddenly wrapped his arms around me. Laying his head on my shoulder.
"You'd think I'd have learned my lesson before when I was younger. Yet I grew and grew and still had kids. Ended up having three before I was twenty. Love is such an evil thing...what it'll do to you..."
I bit my lip, intrigued that he didn't believe in love. I could see it, but it's weird hearing it come out of his mouth.
"You just never found the right kind of love."
"Oh? I haven't? Clearly if I made out with you I sure haven't. How desperate of me..."
I flinch, shaking my head.
"I wanted to kiss you as well. There was..." I stop myself not wanting to sound stupid.
"A spark..."
I look at him so fast my neck popped, and his eyes were open now.
"You...you know of the spark...?" I asked, biting my lip as he nodded.
Getting off his lap, I look at him differently. Now that I know that he knows of the spark...
"Now isn't this some cheesy story? Saying we felt some damn spark." He stands, walking around me as I followed him.
"But there's something there. You brought it up before me but I didn't say it because I was afraid I'd sound stupid."
"Mon lion, you're the embodiment of stupid." He snaps, making me sneer. Having becoming sick of his rudeness and constant change in emotions and personalities, I lost it.
"And you're the embodiment of a bitch." I clap back, and he smiles. Surprising me as he walked to me, grasping my face with his hand. Pulling me forward and I looked up at him.
"Finally. I get to hear mon lion roar."
"Interesting...looks like I got mon guépard in a standstill. Considering how fast your mouth is, you'd think I'd be hearing your fast mockeries by now." ( my cheetah ) I mocked, and he chuckled. His eyes traveling to my lips and I didn't even care.
He's right. I can't live my life by other peoples standards. William included. He's my friend and all but that doesn't mean he gets to control my actions and what I want to do... I want to do this.
"I want to kiss the shit out of you."
"Do it."
He smirks, stepping back with his hands raised.
"You insisted in the first place that we shouldn't do this. That it's wrong. I'm just abiding by what I heard you say." He mocked, and I flinched as he laughed. Walking away and having me feel stupid that I easily gave in.
Pathetic of me, I know.
***William***
"I am very appreciative that you stuck up for me." I say to Arthur, my arms around his neck as he looked down at me lovingly.
"It was the only thing I could and wanted to do. Nothing would've stopped me from doing so. I'm not entirely sure why everyone persists that you don't deserve me... I'm not that much better."
"Don't say that for my benefit-."
"I'm not! Trust me! I...I am just disappointed that my father is like this. I didn't think anything of how and what he'd be like. But I know it's not that." He states, shaking his head." You know, I think I have more of a connection with your father more than my own father. Interesting..."
I smile, hugging him some more as I listen to the beat of his heart. Taking in the way he held me and his head rested against mine.
"I got excited when you defended me in front of your dad. The way you stared him down and he got all scared."
"Yes, but I realize that that isn't respectful. I must apologize-."
"No the hell you don't!" I interrupt, pulling back a little as I point at him." I refuse for you to apologize to him!" I insist, and he sighs.
I didn't want him to apologize because Raphael was more in the wrong. I don't care what anyone says!
I will make sure he never apologizes. I won't have it.
"But the way he spoke to him..."
"It's fine. You should've heard the way he was speaking to me... I fucking cried."
Arthur's expression darkened, but brightened as he cradled my cheek.
"I know another way you're going to cry."
I blush, and he pulls away as he rushes to the surrogacy packet. Making me know I was thinking dirty thoughts when he wasn't.
"When we do this process you'll be crying. I will too-."
"Fuck that! Let's do it!" I cry, and I pounce on him as he laughs. The both us laughing even though we were going to get it down.