Yep, I terribly failed at updating sooner. I've been quite busy with life and writing was - I can't believe I'm going to say this - the last thing I thought about.

I'm not sure if I've mentioned it before, but I decided to change my lifestyle and lose some weight, so I've been concentrating on that. I had to change my daily routine quite a bit, and I was surprisingly busy with cooking, shopping and exercising, and writing wasn't really my priority as I had to get used to the changes. Now, to give you some number to show I'm not joking, I managed to lose a bit over 30 pounds since March! I know all this is taking my time away from writing, but I feel happier and healthier, which - in a long run - will make the writing easier. I've always been an extremely moody person, and when I was in a certain mood, I just wasn't capable of writing. I expect that to change as the weight keeps on going down, so it is going to be a positive thing in the future!

Anyways, enough of my nonsense! I hope you'll enjoy the chapter!

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Last chapter events in few words: Oliver finally spilled the beans, although not because he wanted to but because Alison forced him, and told Victor about Matty. At the end of the chapter, Victor tells Ollie to leave because he needs time to process he actually has a son. Of course it wouldn't be Vic if he didn't make a remark about the conversation not being over.

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OLIVER's POV

My head was spinning. I've been imagining this conversation for years. Since the first time I found out I was pregnant, I couldn't stop fantasying about how he would react if I told him. If he would be happy or sad. If he would cry and beg me to take him back, or if he would think I was lying and sent me to hell. But most of all, I couldn't stop wondering whether he would be interested in Matt's life or not.

When our breakup was still fresh, I couldn't help but dream about meeting him with a belly big enough to recognize it. I might've been strong when breaking up with him, but such a long relationship was hard to let go. Every time he called me during the week after was a torture. I had to ask Kyle to take my phone away after two days of his constant calling because I was afraid I would pick it up at some point. Just remembering the weakling I was in the past made me feel sick.

Shaking my head to get rid of the bitter memories, I went back to few moment ago.

The reaction I got from him was, to say the least, confusing and nerve-racking. I expected the worst, and got something I didn't know how to work with. If he got angry, furious even, I was ready to react. I was ready to shout back and defend myself. If he laughed and told me I was ridiculous, I was ready to let him to think whatever he wanted to. But with what he did and said, there was nothing to do. All I was left with was confusion and a huge guilt trip that was sure to come at night, and it was making me irritated. Why he wasn't surprised I could have a child even though I was a man was beyond me.

And I didn't plan on thinking too much about it, not now. All I wanted to do at the moment was leave the building and never come back. To go home, make myself a cup of hot chocolate and forget everything while watching some stupid chick flick or something.

Making my way out of there, I was surprised to meet the reason I had to go through all that sitting in the lobby. She was typing on her phone, but her eyes shot up when I was close enough, as if she knew I was coming.

"That was fast! How did it go?" Alison hopped up and came to me, eyeing me with undisguised hunger for some information.

Seeing her now was not making the situation any better for me, and I sure as hell wasn't planning to tell her anything. She had to be out of her mind if she thought I was going to tell her anything. Did I look like an idiot to her?

"Why don't you ask your future husband? I'm sure he will have more to say than me," I retorted, continuing on my way out. I wanted to get out of there as soon as possible. Just standing in the building that belonged to Victor McNemara caused me a headache.

"Aw, come-on!" she called after me, the clacking of her high heels echoing through the hall. I couldn't help but smack her hand away when she grabbed my shoulder, turning to her with an angry scowl.

"Leave me alone. You've done your deal here. You have nothing to threaten me with anymore, so don't expect me to cooperate with you. I hope you're happy with yourself. You just possibly ruined my and Matt's life. Victor won't let this go and you know it." I gritted my teeth and stormed out of the building, feeling angry tears gather in my eyes. This whole situation was worse than any nightmare I have ever had.

And it was sure to become even worse.

*****

Sitting in the living room, drinking the hot beverage, I felt extremely lonely. The house seemed too big all of a sudden, and the darkness of an approaching storm that fell over the house was suffocating. I've never felt like this before, not in this house, and it made me twice as stressed. This was supposed to be my home, a place where I would feel safe and could relax even after a hard day. What I was feeling at the moment, though, was everything but.

I couldn't help and curse Victor for hundred time, feeling a new wave of anger as I realized he was controlling my life once again.

Getting frustrated over the newly discovered fact, I stood up and stomped my way into the kitchen. I still had a bit over one hour before Kyle would bring Matthias back home, and as of now, there was only one thing I could do to distract myself from those uncomfortable thoughts.

Looking at the clock, I grabbed my mobile phone and went straight for the bedroom. It was just few minutes after six in the evening, so Josh would hopefully have some time to spare for me. Talking to him would definitely lift my mood a lot, and if he had more than few minutes, there was something else that would take my mind off the complicated stuff even more.

Dialing his number, he picked it up right after the first ring.

"I was just about to call you, how do you do this?" he asked, his voice making the tension in my shoulders disappear almost immediately. I even found myself smiling a little bit.

I really couldn't imagine my life without this man anymore.

"I miss you. When did you say you were coming back?" I asked, knowing the answer anyway. I was counting every minute since he left. But one could hope, right?

He chuckled, sending shivers down my spine. Just hearing his voice was enough to turn my mood into a totally different direction. My body started to grow hot.

I desperately wanted to touch him; I needed him to touch me.

The next few days were sure to be hell.

"I see this is the right time. I was just about to call you to tell you we might be able to go home sooner. The people here are really competent and active, so our work is going much smoother than normally. If everything continues as it is now and nothing goes wrong, I'll be back by Saturday morning. Maybe sooner," he said, his words melting all the stress away. Just the imagination of him being home earlier than planned was enough to lift my spirits.

"Are you serious right now? You're not pulling my leg, right?" I asked, just to make sure. I knew he wouldn't be so cruel, but I still couldn't really help asking. It seemed like a dream.

He chuckled again.

"I am serious, Ollie. What is it? You sound too desperate to see me. Did something happen?"

The urge to tell him everything was huge. I wanted to get it off my chest and ask him for help. I wanted him to tell me everything was going to be okay and make me completely forget all my problems. But I knew I couldn't. Not now anyway. Making him worried about something like this while he needs to concentrate on his work wasn't something I wanted to. Moreover, he would've probably slowed down his pace with all the worries and ended up getting back home later, which was not an option for me.

I needed him back here as soon as possible.

"It's nothing. I just really miss you and wanted to hear your voice," I whispered, imagining his smiling face and the cute little wrinkles that always appeared around his eyes.

"I miss your smile," I continued, trying hard to keep calm.

"I miss your everything," Josh whispered back, making me shiver in desire again. He was too good at making me aroused. And today wasn't any exception. The tension I've felt since morning might've had hands in it as well, but that was beside the point.

"Josh," I paused, biting down on my lip, "are you alone?" My thoughts went in a specific direction, my body growing hot. We've done this kind of this in the past, and although it wasn't really that satisfying, it gave us a different type of excitement and made our life more interesting. Not that we led a boring life, that was far from the truth, but doing something unusual from time to time had its benefits.

Hoping he would say yes, I held by breath for a second. It took several long seconds for him to answer.

"Oliver, are you suggesting what I think you are suggesting?" he asked, his voice cracking at the end. I could definitely tell he was up for the offer, which made me grin.

"What if I do?" Licking my lips, I couldn't hold myself back any longer, my hips unconsciously moving.

"If that was the case, I would have told you to get rid of all your clothes." His deep husky voice went straight to my groin, my boxers becoming extremely tight all of a sudden.

A soft moan escaped my lips, and placing the mobile phone on Joshua's pillow, I started to carry out his command. I couldn't get the clothes off fast enough.

"What next?" I took ahold of the phone again and asked, my other hand softly circling my belly.

"Get on your knees," he grunted, his arousal audible even over the phone. Just that was enough for me to imagine him sprawled out on a bed, his muscular body stark naked, and his big hand slowly massaging his hardening cock. There was no way I could wait for an action another minute.

Getting on my knees, I put him on speaker and closed my eyes.

"Josh," I whispered, my voice sounding almost whiny, making me feel embarrassed. I was behaving like a needy teenager who couldn't wait to get off, which wasn't something I was proud of at the moment. But I would have enough time to reflect on my action later on. Now, I just needed to hear Josh's sexy voice and grunts as he came together with me.

"Are you on your knees, Ollie? I can see it clearly. Your beautiful naked form curved on the bed, your cheeks flushed, and your hard cock glistering with all the pre-cum."

I moaned, wishing he was here so he could touch me directly.

"Joshua, I need you." Whispering, I couldn't wait any longer and grabbed my length, stroking it few times while imagining Josh's hands on me. It was almost painful to do it alone, but it would have to do for now. Hearing his sexy deep voice would make this moment much more sensual and satisfying than being completely on my own.

"I want to feel you inside me," I added, smiling when I heard him groan.

"Fuck, you're going to be the death of me, Oliver," he cursed, making me chuckle. I loved his aroused voice. It always got deeper and more cracked than usual, which was like an aphrodisiac for me.

"Show me that tight little hole of yours, open up for me," he growled, and it almost threw me over the edge. I had to let go and took few deep breaths to calm down, just barely managing not to cum. I wanted to go on for another minute or two, I needed this moment to last a bit longer, to feel close to him even though he was miles away.

"Not sure who's gonna die here today," I mumbled, smiling when I heard him laugh. He was definitely enjoying himself.

Taking another deep breath, I reached into the nightstand drawer and took out a bottle of lube. Pouring out a little, a positioned myself and bit down on my lip. I would definitely need to change the bedlinen later on.

"I'm ready for you, Josh, all wet and impatient. So give it to me. I'm not sure I'll be able to wait another second," I mumbled, smirking when I heard another train of groans and cursing words.

*****

My mind still full of Josh and our little session, I almost jumped out of my skin when the bell rang, keys rattling in the lock. The excited laugher of my little angel that followed made me relax again, smile appearing on my lips. I was glad I managed to shower and finish the dinner before he got home, and thanks to my lovely fiancé, I felt much better and calmer than before.

"I've brought you the little monkey, bro!" Kyle's voice rumbled from the corridor, Matt's shiny face appearing in the door leading to the kitchen.

"I'm home, dad!" he run to me, my mood getting even better after seeing him. I could always count on his smile to make my day good again. He might resemble Victor too much, but he was his own person, my little baby, so it didn't really play any role in my feelings towards him.

"Welcome back! How was your day, honey?" I asked, chuckling when his mouth started to move, telling me every little thing he's done with his uncle.

After dinner and a bath, he was finally lying in his bed, falling asleep almost immediately. Kyle stayed over for the dinner, and I knew he was waiting for me to tell him what happened. We didn't have time to discuss it in the morning, but I was sure he knew it was most likely because of Victor.

"So? Are you going to tell me why I had to look after my dearest nephew all day? I hope you didn't do anything stupid." His face grew serious, his questioning eyes burning holes into mine.

Looking at him with raised eyebrows, I couldn't believe what he was insinuating.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean? Do you thing I'm an idiot or what?" I snapped at him, my good mood slowly disappearing.

"I thought you knew me better." Turning around, I went for the fridge to get something to drink. I needed something stronger than an orange juice I had for dinner.

"Well, I don't know. It's been five years and he suddenly appeared. You were pretty down after the talk you two had few days ago, so I have no idea what's going through that head of yours now. He is the father of your child after all."

I opened one of the cans of beer and took a sip. Giving another one to Kyle, I sat down across of him and sighed. There was no point to beat about the bush. He was going to find out sooner or later, especially when he was such a great friends with Joshua. And I could use someone to talk to about it right now.

"I did meet with him, that much is true," I started, having his full attention.

"But it wasn't because I wanted to. His bitch of a fiancée saw me with Matty the other day, and you know how much he resembles him. She put two and two together and threatened me. I was either gonna tell him the truth myself or she would do it instead of me." I took another sip, leaning against the chair. Knowing he was aware of the fact he had a son was stressing me out. Victor was too unpredictable, so you never really knew what he was going to do.

"I was with him for over two years, so I know how he would react if he found out from someone else. The only option was to tell him," I paused, looking Kyle straight in the eyes.

"I went to meet with him today so I could tell him he has a son."

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What do you think about Oliver's feelings?

Was the mature scene okay? It was just so awkward to write it!

Do you think Ollie will tell Matty about Victor?

I'll try my best to finish the next one sooner! I already got kind of used to the changes in my lifestyle, so I hope it won't be a problem!

Anyways, I'm over the moon right now because I got accepted to my dream university, and I'll be finally able to study what I've always wanted to, English and literature!