His Touch (boyxboy) #1

Chapter 24- Broken Wounds

Samuel's POV (Edvin)

Tyler's face paled, I gently nudged his shoulder from the doorway, I made haste to the front door

A man stood with his hands on his hips, his blonde locks ever so carefully styled to sit against his collarbones
He looked so graceful, but the words that fell were not.

"I can't fucking believe you." He spat.
I felt Tylers hands on my lower back as he peered from behind me
A small gasp came from his body.

I inevitably rolled my eyes
of course he remembers.

"Viscount. Lower your disrespect." I stared into the deep blue ocean eyes that once held so much happiness.
He sighed and placed his hands on his hips.

"So you ran away and got married huh" He scoffed. Tyler moved from behind and stood behind me and gripped my hand, He tilted his head
"Pleasure to meet you"

Emmet's face withered.

"Oh would you fucking stop it" I snapped.
His face snapped to me
"Where was my invite to the wedding?" I laughed
I placed my hand on Tyler's hip and guided him back inside the house

"You weren't invited, obviously" I looked back and shut the door.
"YOU CAN THROW AWAY OUR YEAR?"
I groaned and opened the door back up again.

"You were a distraction, and nothing more Emmet." I rested my head against the door.
"And he's not?" He scoffed.
I flared my nose.
"Look, just drop it okay. I found true love, what a tragidy that you haven't. Now, step the fuck away from me and my husband.".

Emmet sighed.
"Yes, your grace." He bowed his head and turned away back down the driveway to his vehicle.
I shook my head and closed the door.

"I can't believe you actually slept with a viscount". Tyler leant against the dining room wall.
I rubbed my eyes.
"He wasn't- one at the time." Tyler let out a light laugh

"I very aware of what he wasn't."
I looked at Tyler, He was in his first year of living at the palace when Emmet was around. He was one night stand that turned into a month, that turned into a full blown distraction.

"How'd he know we were here?" Tyler shifted legs on the wall.
I walked towards him and leant my head on his shoulder
"I sent an wedding invite to his father, specifically."
Tyler nodded

"God he's such a douchebag" Tylers arms wrapped around my neck
"Must be my type" I sighed

I received a sharp slap cross the back of my head
"Hey!" I looked up to tyler smiling at me
"Is that what I am!" He stiffled a laugh
"No, you're so much more than a douche, you're my favourite asshole" Tyler buckled over in laughter against me

"You're intolerable" He pushed my chest and made his way into the kitchen.

I let out a small sigh and started spinning my wedding ring on my finger, I slowly walked into the seating area and flopped down on the arm chair
I placed my legs up on the table and laid my head back

Why is the viscount back?
Did his father become ruin again?

So many questions flooded my head that I didn't hear tyler calling for me

"Sorry?" I looked towards the kitchen and he was leaning against the door frame
"I asked if you'd like a coffee or some food maybe?" I nodded
"Do we have any bacon here?" Tyler nodded
"Im currently making a fruit platter for us if you would like to come and help me." He moved from view back into the kitchen

Tyler has always been an amazing cook, I don't know where it came from but his hands work some magic on food

I threw my legs off the table and started making my way to the kitchen
I groaned as three loud knocks came from the front door once again
I let out a groan and spun on my heel to the door

before my hand could touch the handle the door swung open

"Oh, Hi your grace"
I smiled as Whitney bowed and make her way into the house
"I didn't invite you in" I laughed. She shrugged
"Im your waitress, I need no invite" She winked
I rolled my eyes and closed the door as she stood behind me

"Who is it!" Tyler called from the kitchen
"ITS ME BITCH!" Whitney quickly spun and ran into the kitchen
"Oi!" I shouted

I followed her into the kitchen and Tyler was full of giggles, Whitney had him in a bear hug kissing all over his face.
My stomach felt like it was spinning in circles, Why was it doing that.
I felt heat in my chest and I wanted it to go away.

"Whitney" I spoke
She pulled back from Tyler
"Your grace?" She asked still holding onto Tyler
The heat subsidized. I sighed in my head
Jealousy

I held my arms out
"Oh! I forgot to hug you" She let out a laugh and came over and gave me a hug.
She didn't forget me at all, I just wanted her to stop kissing Tyler's face Only I leave my kisses lingering on his beautiful skin.

"Don't kiss my husband again" I whispered as she pulled away
Her eyes darted to me and she slightly nodded

She bounced on her heels back towards Tyler
"Baby, the fruit is ready if you want some?" I reached over the counter and grabbed a few blueberries
"If you need me, ill be in the office."
I made my way out of the kitchen

"Hes a bit grumpy?" I heard Whitney say.
"No, he's just got a lot to do" Tyler was aware of what our schedule was soon to be like
The office wasn't far off from the kitchen, so if i listened enough I could probably hear them. But honestly, I don't care what they talk about.

I threw myself down on the large red velvet lounge, my face mushed into the cushions.
I sighed and turned my head to stare up at the large portrait of Jane's late husband
Lord Derlinton

An absolute piece of ass he was,
He abused and tormented women, Jane was his match. She didn't put up with his bullshit.
His portrait makes me think about how I behave when i get extremely jealous, I want to be nothing like the man with his stone cold grump face and pure white slicked hair.

I tucked my hands under my head
"How'd you get to run a palace?" I breathed out into the wind
The land that this honeymoon villa was placed on belongs to this dickhead
Even in death, he still controls things.

"Hey..." I looked towards the door and Tyler poked his head in
"Hi" I smiled and bit my lip
He pushed the door open and walked ever so delicately to me.
He placed his hand in my hair and pushed it out of my face and sat down on the small space beside me

"You feel hot are you okay?" I looked at his eyes
"Im fine, now you're here." Tyler groaned
"Im serious! Your head is really hot." Tylers fingers slid across my forehead
I nudged his hand away

"Stop" I groaned
"im fine Ty." Tyler rolled his eyes and turned and laid ontop of me, his shoulders resting on the lounge.
I closed my eyes and listened to Tyler's breathing, it was hitched and full of worry.

"Tyler" He shifted
"You could be sick!" He snapped
I opened my eyes and shot him a glare.
"If you don't fucking stop-"

Tyler pushed my hip and stood up
"Whatever, What are we doing today anyway?" He walked over the the desk and started flicking through the papers spread out

I followed and stood up
My stomach flipped as I did so.
"I was thinking we could talk to Thomas about exploring the coast?"

Tyler hummed
"Yeah but you're sick so we cant go." I looked at his smug expression.

"I am not fucking sick," I snapped, annoyed by his constant nagging.
"I don't have any symptoms, you're just being a fucking-"

But my anger was cut short by a power vomit flying out my body all over the red carpeted floor.
Tyler scoffed and crossed his arms

"I fucking told you"

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AN:

What do you think has made Samuel sick?
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HOPE YOU ALL ENJOY!

I'll be taking a writing break until after the 16th April for the easter break.

I know this chapter sucks im sorry ❤️