The Broken Prince - Chapter 134

NOTICE: LAST PROMO CHAP FOR THIS MONTH.

France had no choice but to bring the younger home as it was already late, and he didn’t know who to call at this hour. Well it was still seven in the evening but still. They were on the vehicle and the latter was till on his lap with his face on the crook of the elder’sneck. France could feel his breathing. His sudden movements, the beating of his heart, he could feel everything. It feels like he was carrying a huge baby but one that he doesn’t mind. He looked at Yvain who was sleeping deeply. His eyes were closed his hair was slightly disheveled. He noticed how perfectly curved were the younger’s eyelashes and how petite his nose was. The mole on underneath his left eye and on his neck near his Adams apple. The boylooked very feminine but in a good way.

Maybe that is why France was drawn to him or maybe not.. He thought that it wasn’t just because of how he looked but as to how he is as a person. Never did France expected the day to end like this but he did expect Yvain to be worn out as they also had a lot of wine at the restaurant.

“Who is he senior? If I may?” The driver asked. France stopped for a moment to think as to how he should classify Yvain in his life right now. He looked at the younger and smiled.

“A friend and a possible interest.” He said boldly. As much as he wanted to deny it, he feels something for the latter but that doesn’t mean that he would tell him about it. Maybe it would pass, and they would stay as friends. Jeroque looked through the mirror and smiled.

“He is very good looking Senior. You both complement each other.” France was taken aback from the response of Jeroque. He thought the driver would try to retaliate and would be weirded out by his interest, but he didn’t.

“Don’t you find it weird? Taking an interest with the same gender?” France asked in curiosity.

“I do not Senior. My brother is secretly engaged to someone who has the same gender as him and yet they are completely fine. They do not infect people and in fact, they bring happiness to our simple abode. Love is love and people need to learn that loving the person that has the same gender as you is not wrong. What’s wrong is hating upon others, hating on those who are being true to themselves. These homosexual people should also learn that loving the same gender is okay. It’s how they feel, and you can’t control how you feel. These people needs to fight for it or else they won’t have a happy ending. They’re humans too, like us. They just love uniquely and that is completely fine. So, if you like that gentleman right there, then do not be afraid Senior, I may only be a driver, but I know a lot of things and let me tell you. Love is universal. So, don’t be afraid to pounce on that pretty prey. You both look good together.” France only listened to his driver while looking at the boy that he was cradling.

He didn’t have a chat like this with his driver before, but he knew that he didn’t hire the wrong people around him. When the vehicle stopped, France got put while still carrying Yvain.

“Do you need help Senior?”

“I can manage. You should go home now. Your family might want to have dinner with you.” The driver nodded and smiled. France walked towards the main door and before he could knock, the door opened and revealed Jannete.

“Oh, my Senior? Who is that you are carrying?” Jannete queried.

“A friend or maybe even a possible love interest.” France stated while looking at Yvain. Jannete clapped his hands and smiled widely. The other maids came rushing in to take a good look at the boy that their master was carrying.

“Oh my! What a beauty.” Rosalie exclaimed. All of them said their praises to the sleeping and clueless boy.

“Senior, we know we don’t have a say in your relationship, but we just want you to know, the we approve of him!” Jannete said in a whisper and the rest squealed quietly. France smiled at them before giving them instructions to prepare the guest room as Yvain is going to be staying there. All of his maids nodded and went rushing upstairs. France carried the younger upstairs. He was feeling the weight on him as he was carrying a fully-grown person with him up the stairs.

“Do you need help Senior?” Rosalie asked but France just shook his head. As soon as he got to the guest bedroom which was next to his own room, he laid Yvain on the soft mattress. The boy groaned and rolled on his side. He instructed his maids that all of them can now leave. As soon as the door was shut from the outside, France took some blankets and covered the sleeping Yvain.He turned on the lamp on the corner to provide some lights and removed his shoes and socks. He neatly placed them under the bed and he stood up. He thought about changing him into his pajamas but opted not to as he didn’t want to disrespect the boy and his privacy.

Yvain is a lawyer after all and he definitely knows his rights. He looked at him once more before he leaned down and kissed the back of Yvain’s hands.

“Thank you for today Yvain.” He said. He walked outside of the room and went into his. He changed from his suite into his pajamas and plopped himself on the bed with a light heart. He was smiling even if sleep was crawling up in his system. He knew that today was one of the good days he has had ever since THAT incident.

Yvain woke up to a very unfamiliar room. He immediately got up and looked around. This is not his house. The design was far from his and the bed was way softer than his own back at home. He was still in his suit and, but he was no longer in his shoes. He was worried that he was abducted. Maybe someone ordered someone to kill him. Maybe the previous drug lord he threw into prison or that corrupt government official that swore to kill him.

He was starting to panic when the door opened. He was about to cream when he saw France walking in. Without a shirt. Yvain gulped down his throat as he looked at the very fine man who was walking towards him. His hair was messy, and it clearly looked like he just got out of bed. But goddamn did he look good. Yvain looked at France’s exposed chest which was thicker muscles than he imagined it to be. His abs were exposed, and the man was just in his pajamas, rubbing his eyes. Yvain was feeling something else right not.

He was flustered, and he doesn’t know why or maybe the fact that a Greek god who is half naked is standing in front of him. Well he has seen half naked people that has the same gender as him and he didn’t react to them, but he doesn’t know as why his body feels hot because it was France.

“Did you sleep well? I had to take you home with me last night as you fell asleep on the bench while watching the sunsets with me.” France said in his morning voice. Yvain’s heart was beating a lot faster than how it should on normal basis. France’s voice sounded so sexy to him that it was starting to make his body hotter than it already was.

“O-Oh I d-did?” He asked trying to forget whatever it was that is in his head.

“Yeah so I had to carry you here instead. I hope you are not offended. I just didn’t know who to call at that time.” France explained with his arms crossed over his bare chest.

“U-uh no it’s fine. Thank you for allowing me to stay here, But I should get going now, I need to go to my office-”

“It’s Saturday today, Yvain.”

The younger’s mouth formed an “o” as he scratched the back of his head in embarrassment. He just stayed quiet and looked somewhere else aside from the France’s exposed body.

“I have prepared breakfast downstairs, you can come down when you are ready. The washroom is over there in case you want to freshen up first. I have clothed the same size as you on that closet and I have unused under wares on that drawer. Just call me if you need anything. I’ll be preparing myself too.” Yvain just nodded in response as he didn’t know to respond to all of this hospitality that France is showing. As soon as France got out, Yvain stretched his muscles out and plopped back into the mattress. He stayed like that for a good minute before he stood up and fixed the bed and heading to the washroom. He got out of his clothing’s and jumped into the shower. He quickly finished washing his body and did his hygiene afterwards. He wrapped a towel on his waist and went towards the closet. He looked at some stuffs that France had. He was right, they were the size for him. He simply just grabbed a slightly oversized white polo and some shorts He bent down and looked for some under wears. He found them and picked one. He got into the clothing’s that he got and looked at himself on the mirror.

He looked like how he used to look like if he was in his house right now. He got out and walked down the stairs. As he walked down the living room, he saw huge portrait of people who looked like France. Maybe those are his parents he thought. He continued walking further, he saw some paintings, some expensive vase. There were couches on the middle of the living room and a fireplace on the right side of it.

“Good morning Senior!” He slightly jumped when he was greeted with a loud voice, He turned around and came face to face with a maid. She looked like she was in her mid or early 40’sbut she still looked good.

“Ah, my apologies for startling you Senior-”

“Yvain, just call me Yvain.” Yvain said.

“Jannete, I am one of the maids here.” She said with a smile.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Jannete.” Yvain said reaching out for her hands. Jannete was shocked that someone like him would dare to have skin contact with her but as she looked at the boy, his gestures where genuine. They talked a lot further on the living room until a man came down the stairs wearing a black shirt with black shorts. France looked at Yvain and his heart stopped at the sight of the boy wearing his slightly oversized polo and shorts.

“You still look dashing.” He complimented the younger making the latter blush lightly.

“As do you.” Yvain replied.

“Should we head for breakfast?” Yvain only nodded as he felt his stomach already empty as he only got to eat lunch yesterday. They went into the dining halls where all of the other maids were lined up, waiting.

“Good morning Senior France.” They all greeted theirmaster. As soon as they saw Yvain, they bowed their heads and mustered a courteous good morning. Yvain did the same for them. France pulled out a chair for Yvain to which the younger thanked him for. The maids on the other hand were intently looking at the two acting like they are a couple already.

They were practically squealing inside from each interactions the two made. “What are you doing? Sit down and eat with us.”

“Oh, you let your maids eat with you?”. The place went frozen silent as Yvain spoke. The maids stared at the boy with white hair as they were about to sit down. “I thought I was the only one. I eat with my maids too every time I get the chance to eat at home. They’re like my sisters at this point.” Yvain stated while chuckling. The maids and even France released their breath’s as they thought for a second that, Yvain, would be disgusted with the idea but what do you expect? He’s kind as well. Yvain smiled at the maids who smiled at him back.

“I shall pray for today’s breakfast.” Jannete volunteered. They all bowed their head down as Jannete started to muster her words of prayer. Yvain on the other hand was very much impressed as to how

France’s home resembled his own. He thought at first that France would be a very arrogant person but all of the things he saw today and yesterday proved him wrong and it led to the demise of his doubts towards the man he was now starting to get fond of. As soon as they finished their prayer. They started to dig in on the food which was prepared by Jannete this time. Yvain took the first bite of the food while the others anticipated his reaction.

“Oh wow, this can beat a five-star chef, amazing!” Yvain spoke truthfully. The other maids were starting to get fond of the boy that their master brought home. He was kind and very much down to earth.The maids at this point practically views him as an angel at this point. They went on for about an hour talking on the table before France suggested to Yvain that he shows him around the place to which Yvain enthusiastically agreed with.

“So, this is you when you were younger. Well even from back then you already got your looks.” Yvain said rather boldly making France’s cheek tint in the slightest red. They continued the tour on the house. “Your house is practically an art museum.”

“Are you saying that because you think my face is art?” The latter chuckled at the response of France.

“Sometimes, you can be too full of yourself.” This time, it was France’s time to laugh.

“I’m planning on redecorating this house soon I think.” Yvain looked at him in confusion as the house seemed fine and in good condition.

“Why would you need to redecorate this house? It’s practically perfect.”

“Well it has been like this since the last fifteen years so, I need a change.”

“Yeah, scrap whatever I said. Fifteen years!? Wow that is long. My mom when he comes over at my place, he would change the arrangement of my furniture’s that sometimes when I get home, I get confused if something was added or thrown out, she practically just won’t stay put and would find something to do” Yvain explained. The whole tour of the house was quicker than expected and now they were seated on the living room.

“I think I might need to head out an hour after this. I need to review some cases and I think my Filipe, my chauffeur brought it back home.” France looked at hi, a feeling of sadness entering his system.

“Ah I see. I understand. You have a new case already? Youjust handled one a few days ago like you said.” France asked.

“Well, I need to help people and in order for me to help them, I must make sure that our side is going to win.” Yvain explained. France was admiring how dedicated Yvain was at his job. He wanted to be like that to. He wanted to do the job he wanted and the job he liked but he ended up taking up the business of the family and now, he’s practically chained to it.

“Well that is true. You have to work hard to get your desired outcome.” France said Yvan nodded and smiled.

“What about you France do you like your job?” France looked at Yvain who was seated in front of him.

“Well I do now, that I’ve met you.” France joked around hoping that the other would jest let the topic go to which thankfully, Yvain did. France didn’t want for the other to know his past. He’s trying his best in burying it down along with time, but he still struggles.

“France, I think I need to go home now. May I use your telephone? I just need to call my chauffer.” Yvain asked with a smile.

“Of course, anything for you.” France said with a smirk. The younger threw a pillow at him while playfully rolling his eyes.

“Now now, leave me alone, I need to call my assistant. They might already have a special team of police just to go looking for me.” Yvain chuckled.

“Wow are they that intense?” France looked at him with a sly smile.

“Just wait until you get the chance to meet my mom. She would act as if I already died.”

Yvain was laughing lightly while taking the phone close to his ear. France was looking at him from the behind and he was admiring how perfect Yvain looked in his view. Well that was until his eyes landed on the younger’s ass.

He gulped and looked somewhere else as he was starting to feel hot and something under him was starting to come alive.