Andrew rested on his bed, as he felt a throbbing headache on his head. He hissed, as he wished he could just make the pain disappear. 'It just indicates that he needed to use his drugs as soon as possible.
As much as Andrew hated using drugs, this pain only makes him humble, as he tried to stand up, only for the door to be opened revealing his stepdad.
"You are awake. Here, take some bread and tea. I made it recently " he sat on his bed, as he stretched his hands forward for Andrew to take.
Andrew frowned slightly, cursing inwardly. If only he felt less headache, he would have prepared his food by himself.
"And how am I sure you did not poison it," Andrew sneered, only for the pain to hit him deeper.
Taking a spoon, Mr. Ryan took a spoonful of the tea, along with a piece of bread.
"Since you have rejected all the food I have made this past two days, will you at least accept this to use your drugs? You are in pain,"
Andrew for the first time stared deeply at the pair of blue eyes in front of him. He could not help but wonder why some of the handsome ones are always evil or cunny in their ways.
It was true his stepdad has been cooking all these two days he has been released from the hospital. He even canceled all his business travels just to stay and be with him. Andrew rejected all his food because he never trusted him.
Seeing him only makes her remember the night of his mum's death. Not to talk of his madness when expressing his crazy obsession to him. It only makes him scared, if he eventually made decisions to kidnap him and take him away.
"I will eat it. You can prepare more food for me, I will appreciate it," Andrew responded, taking the tray of food, as he said a short prayer before eating.
Andrew noticed his stepdad stare, as a lopsided smirk made way to his lips, as he continued drinking and eating the bread and tea, which was prepared perfectly to his taste.
"Um, thanks for accepting it. I will prepare more food for lunch. We can eat together in the dining right?" Andrew simply nodded as he finished the last piece of bread, taking it down with the tea.
Mr. Ryan was beyond happy hearing Andrew's agreement. He felt his heart race, as a wide smile made his way to his lips. It seems his sacrifice paid off after all.

He made his way towards the door but stopped at Andrew's words.
"I might not be available to be with you during lunch. Dinner together will be okay. Will it be okay by you?" Andrew asked politely
"Of course my dear. I can't say no to you," he answered as Andrew sighed, nodding before taking some of his drugs.
Joy radiated on Mr. Ryan's face as he stepped out of the room.
Andrew stood up for a while as he walked towards his study table. He looked at his phone which has two missed calls from Joy. His brows creased slightly, as he called back.
She picked up immediately as her high-pitched voice was heard.
"Hey Andrew, I have called like twice. How are you doing?"
"Great. Thanks for the help all this while. I appreciate it," Andrew appreciated.
"It is okay. Any news regarding the plan. Have you thought about it?"
Andrew sighed deeply, seeming to be ruminating over Joy's question.
"I don't think I can follow your plan Joy. I think I am beginning to like my stepdad. I know he has his faults, but each one has his or her faults. We all make mistakes, remember?" Andrew simply said.
"What? You like him already. I thought you hate him. Does that mean you will be with him instead? Do you want to be with someone old enough to be your father? Isn't that bizarre," Joy expressed her anger, her tone changing slightly.
"Please just calm down. I don't have a choice. I am tired already. You once asked me if I will give in to my feelings. I think this is the part I might be having a doubting mindset.
My stepdad and I can move away to countries where we can be accepted. Age they say is a number. He has tried enough. I don't want to go to prison," The call hunged up instantly, making Andrew realize that Joy was pretty mad.
He walked towards his wardrobe as he opened it widely, unlocking a part of his wardrobe which contains some clothing materials and stuffs his stepdad has given to him.

He looked through them as one of them caught his interest. A brown short-sleeved round neck with a short that might reach his knee. He touched the fabric as he realizes how it would be on his body, holding firmly and exposing the lines of his chest and back. It became obvious why his stepdad bought that particular kind of fabric for him.
He reached out for a box containing a box of perfumes he loved using when he was still a teenager. His mum will always buy that specific type for him, as he loved the scent it left on his body.
He stared deeply, as different thoughts started running down his mind. He closed his eyes, releasing his breath. 'He has to take this risk no matter what he thought.
.........
In the kitchen, Mr. Ryan simply put down his ear pod, after he had successfully listened to Joy and Andrew's conversation. He has placed a bug on Andrew's phone which makes it easier for him to listen and also go through some of his messages. Somehow this conversation only makes his plan smoother than he thought.
It seems Andrew loved the change in him. He looked up, fantasies creeping into his head. The picture of both him and Andrew living happily ever after. No one should care about age. He even looks younger, even tho he is in his mid-forties. 'It is only a matter of time before Andrew becomes his," he thought, a devious smile curled up in his lips.
AT NIGHT.....
Andrew sprayed his body with the perfume, that brought memories to him. He looked at himself as the light from the bulb made it easier for him to see his appearance.
His shirt hung tightly at his body, making it feel as if he only put on a thin of cloth. It felt so soft and elastic. He could not help but roll his eyes at his stepdad's taste in clothing.
Picking up his comb, he brushed his eyebrows which curled into waves, making him look more feminine, especially with his pink and soft jelly lips. There was no doubt that Andrew looked amazing, and feeling more better in times of recovering. Rest, use of drugs, and food will speed up his recovery in no time.
He walked towards the dining table which has four chairs, more of a mini version of dining.
"You are ready. Please seat," Mr. Ryan offered warmly.
With a cup of milk in his hand, Andrew moved closer to his stepdad, sitting by the right side, a few spaces away from him, more to the amazement of his stepdad, who was already in cloud 9, pulling his guard down slightly.
"The food. Can we eat please?" Andrew smiled, as his stepdad stood up, putting the Mac and cheese on plates for the both of them.
Andrew bent his head concentrating on his food, as gentle and slow as possible. Mr. Ryan felt in a daze as it all felt like a dream come true for him. He was still surprised something like this was happening.
His lips curled into a smile as if he was hit by a smiling curse.
Andrew raised his head, as he met his gaze. He shook his head slightly as he took a sip from his cup of milk. He stretched his hand closer to his stepdad's cup of wine which contain red wine, with low alcohol content.
His cologne hit Mr. Ryan's nose, leaving him lost again, their face a few inches apart from each other.
"Can I have it?" He asked sweetly.
"Sure, no problem. Is something wrong with your milk?" He inquired, as Andrew moved his head sideways.
"Nope. You want to drink. You can have it, that is if you want," Maintaining eye contact with him, Andrew said softly.
"Um, of course." He took the cup of milk without thinking.
It was as if he was under a spell, as he drank it all. Andrew smiled, taking some content of the red wine.
In no time, they both continued talking, eating, and drinking. Mr. Ryan suddenly had a high urge to drink as he brought out the alcoholic drinks, drowning them within a snitch of time.
Andrew just kept looking, smiling warmly as his stepdad will soon reach his limit. Mr. Ryan dropped the cup, as he shook his head. He felt his head spinning slightly.
"You know, I have never felt this happy for a long while. Your presence arouses something in me. I am obsessed with you Andrew," he slurped, as he covered his mouth.
"I would have killed you a long time ago, but I guess life has another plan for me," Andrew felt struck for a while, as his body trembled slightly.
Gathering his inner courage, he asked:
"Why did you kill my mother?"
The whole place quietened down, that even a pin that dropped could be heard.