6. Snuggle Struggles.

The ring of the phone disturbed his peaceful sleep when he opened his eye just to see the name of the incoming caller.

"Parker?" he spoke in a hoarse tone.

"Yes, Mr Colton. I have found a place for you to live in."

"Cool. Make arrangements before I arrive," he ordered sleepily.

Morgan stood up on his feet, walking towards the mirror, he wondered how handsome he was.

The girls were crazy over him and this was his favourite part. He doesn't even have to try to approach any woman.

There was a magnet in his eyes, the compelling killer looks and his mesmerizing features.

An hour passed by and Morgan was having breakfast with his friends in a restaurant, all of them having a fun time.

"So, what is your plan for tonight?" Lara asked his best friend who answered, "Oh, I forgot to tell you guys. A party from me tonight....at my new house."

Lara and Shawn exchanged unbelievable looks, their eyes went wide while the rest of them made an impressing face.

"Dude, you got your own house?" Shawn asked astonishingly.

Morgan just gave a slight nod while sipping his coffee.

"What for?" Lara asked curiously.

He bit his lip and stared at her expressionlessly.

Of course, all of them knew the real reason behind this.

He was annoyed at his dad.

David was rude towards him, he even forced him to join the company and warned him about spending the nights with the girls but he never asked him to leave the house.

This time it was his decision, nobody knew of it except his friends.

"And you guys...my parents must not know."

He made it clear to all of his friends that his parents must not know about his new place.

"I am going to see the arrangements. See you all tonight..." taking the last sip of his coffee, Morgan wiped his mouth and grabbed the keys of his car.

"But, bro. What about your mother?" Shawn's question made him pause for a moment then he turned to speak, "I will handle her."

Emma had been pacing back and forth, her eyes glued towards the door.

"Carl? Is master Morgan here yet?" she shouted in her sweet voice and the butler immediately rushed to the lady Colton and uttered, "No...my lady. He is not here yet."

Just then the sound of the horn of the car reached to her ears and she smiled impatiently.

"He is here, I guess..." her tone got excited and she walked fastly towards the door.

Within a moment her excitements and smile fade away when she saw it was Mary who came.

"Mary?" she spoke unaware.

"Yeah, what is it?" Mary shrugged her shoulders and walked in.

Emma sighed deeply, she was eating for her son but it was Mary who arrived unannounced.

"What is wrong, Emma?" Mary sits on the sofa, crossing her left leg onto her right and asked worriedly.

"Morgan is not attending his calls. Also, he hasn't come back since..." there was the hint of worry on her face as she spoke.

"Since David slapped him?" Mary completed her sentence and Emma gave a slight nod.

These ladies knew each other for a long time and they could tell by only looking at the faces that something is wrong.

"Did Shawn say anything about him?" Emma asked Mary who shook her head.

"Mary, I am going insane. His father is not around and all of us know how...crack he is," Emma rubbed her palms together in nervousness.

"Even if our kids know, they won't tell us..." Mary answered loyally.

Emma was silent for a moment then came up with an idea.

When Mary was just taking a sip of her juice which the maid had offered her, Emma immediately shouted.

"I have an idea!" and with the sudden response, the juice got a spill on Mary's blouse as she was stunned by her.

"What the hell, Emma!" she retorted.

"Oh, my apologies. Mary, please ask Shawn to come here..." Emma got all excited when she leans back on the leather sofa, her face lit up with happiness again.

Fifteen minutes later, Shawn came and had no idea what trap he's about getting into.

"Hello, mother. Hello aunt Emma..." he greets politely before sitting opposite to his mother.

Emma and Mary smiled pleasantly and Carl brought a delicious red velvet cake for the guy.

The moment Shawn's eyes got fixed on the tasty cake, his eyes became savoury.

Carl respectfully put the cake on the table and handed the knife to Emma.

"My son... you like the red velvet cake. Don't you?" Mary's voice is sweeter than the cake.

Shawn gave a pleasant look then reached out to handle the knife from Emma's hand who had just offered him until she drew back the knife and asked, "You can do anything for this cake, right?"

"Absolutely," he gave a certain nod.

Emma then handed the butter knife to the handsome guy and both of the women watched as he consumed all the cake, piece by piece he took big bites.

Mary and Emma exchanged smirks then waited for the guy to finish the cake.

When he was done and having his last bite, Emma and Mary stood up to walk behind them.

On his either side, both of them bent down to whisper in his ear.

"Was it delicious?" Emma asked in a low whisper.

Shawn who had his eyes closed as the luscious taste of the cake swirled in his mouth gave a slight nod.

"Do you want more?" Mary asked in a low voice and Shawn answered, "No, mother."

"Let's talk about business. Shall we?" Emma's words made him open his eyes and the cake he was chewing in his mouth became too heavy to digest.

He now understands both of the women got to say something...something that will make him stunned.

"Now tell me...son. Where is Morgan?" Emma roamed her hand on his shoulder, it was like a snake...a threat to him.

On his either side were two dangerous women, waiting impatiently for him to tell the truth.

So this was the reason they offered him the tasty AF cake in the first place...the reason they were so sweet towards him.

"What do you two want?" Shawn raised his left brow, his tone goes suspicious.

"You know what I want to know, Shawn..." Emma answered creepily.

Shawn tried to get up but was forced to stay sitting when Emma and Mary stepped along and gazed at him with squinted eyes.

"Call Morgan...and do not utter a word..." Emma spoke resting both of her hands on her waist.

Morgan was driving to his client to supply a weed when he noticed his phone was ringing.

Answering it, he asked, "Where the fuck are you, bro?"

Shawn got hesitated when he glanced at Emma and Mary then spoke, "Bro, I am at the Tesco, buying some wine for us."

"I have wine, mother fucker. Just come to my place on time..." Morgan's voice came through the phone.

Shawn was so embarrassed to hear what his best friend said, their mothers were listening to each and everything.

"Yeah. Can you like... guide me your address again?" Shawn asked when he was frightened by the stares he was getting by those tricky women.

Morgan told him the complete address of his new place and both Emma and Mary gave each other satisfying smirks.

It was eight in the night when the party in Morgan's new place began.

His stylish elegant villa soon filled with familiar people and while he was getting ready, buttoning his neatly pressed shirt, Shawn was sitting on his bed, lost in a gaze.

"Roll a cigarette for me, bro..." Morgan spoke looking himself in the mirror.

Right behind him was Shawn sitting on the bed, when Morgan noticed his best friend didn't move an inch he turned around to narrow his eyebrow.

"Bro?"

"Huh?" Shawn came out of his fantasy world...where he was being pulled by the two dangerous women and Morgan was on the right who was harshly pulling his hand.

"My hands!" he blurted out.

"What happened to your hands?" Morgan asked unaware.

"Do they look okay?" when Shawn had nothing to say for a minute he uttered.

"Bro, are you high on weed? The party is not even started..." Morgan chuckled lightly turning back to getting ready.

Knocking on the door, Lara walked in when the boys were having their before-the-party joint.

"Jeez! Really? Stop with this fucking, you guys..." she stood back, away from the smoke around the boys.

"Lara, go down. We are just coming..." Morgan spoke casually.

At first, both Shawn and Morgan used to avoid smoking in front of their best friend Lara but now they don't care.

All their lives, Lara didn't know that they smoke up but now she knows and was too eager to ask them.

"When did you both start smoking?" she eyes them questioningly.

"Just towards...we are stressed out..." Shawn gave an honest answer.

Morgan tilted his head to stare at the handsome face of his best friend and asked, "What stress are we talking about?"

Shawn raised his head to stare at Morgan then to Lara, he had no answer to give.

"I...mean your situation...what else, bro?" he hesitated when speaking.

"Yeah? You don't look so truthful to me..." Morgan narrowed his eyebrow.

"Let's just go...guys!" Lara exclaimed and the three of them went downstairs.

The music was loud, people drinking and dancing and having fun.

The chattering of the wine glasses and giggles of the people echoed in the whole villa.

Morgan and Shawn got seated on the large sofa with their squad. The vibes were chilling and all of them were enjoying their time.

The drinks were being served to them, Morgan lightened up his joint while Shawn wrapped his arms around Lara's neck and pulled her closer.

"So, how is our wedding planner?" he teased her.

"Right in front of you..." she answered sipping her drink.

Lara was the only girl who grew up with both the boys and she was kind of the dearest one to both of them, they grew up protecting her and spoiled her.

"So, how much are you charging to the people?" asked one of their friends.

"I will make it free for Morgan on his wedding but I will charge Shawn..." The moment she uttered, all of them laughed in a loud tone while Shawn pursed his lips in a thin line.

"Why is that?" he narrowed his eyebrows.

"Because you made me fall on that swing. Remember?" Lara spoke in denial.

"I was a fucking kid, Lara..." Shawn defended himself when Morgan chuckled handsomely.

The party was going on when Morgan was dared to drink the whole bottle of Chateau in three minutes and he twisted the cap of the bottle in an emergency.

Morgan had just started gulping the wine from the bottle and all of them cheering for him.

Just then the clapping sound came out of nowhere.

Without looking to his either side Morgan continued to drink the wine and he finished it in two and a half minute.

When he put the empty bottle on the glass table, his eyes got fixed on two women who were clapping and smiling at him.

His face immediately changed into an unaware one and his eyelashes go fluttered.

All of them turned to look at Emma and Mary.

"What the fuck are they doing here?" Shawn muttered as soon as he put out the cigarette and stood up nervously.

"Hello, kids!" Both Emma and Mary exclaimed at once.

Morgan stood up to walk at his mother and his expressionless face went soft when he gave her a tight hug.

"Mother dearest..." he whispered.

Emma hugged him back and caressed his strong back.

She missed her only son.

"How are you?" she asked holding his face.

Morgan kissed her hand and spoke, "I am fine, mother. How are you?"

Tears shimmered the eyes of the mother. She recalled the scene when David slapped Morgan, her heart was wrenching but she couldn't utter a word.

Emma knew her son was raunchy and he likes to live his best life, she never stopped him but let him do whatever he ever wanted to.

While the party was happening downstairs, Emma and Morgan were talking stairs.

"Why do you need to have a new house, son?" Emma asked in a soft tone when Morgan answered, "I guess this is the time."

"Don't do this to us..." she pleaded.

Morgan stood up to walk to the window, raising the curtain he looked down to all the people having a party.

"Mom, your husband always wanted me to be a serious businessman...and guess what? I am, now."

"But why leaving the house?" she stood up to walk to her son and asked.

"I want my father to know that I can manage without him...my life is going well without him. I don't need his money to spend on my luxurious life."

On his last sentence, he let out a scoff.

"Why are you acting like this?" she asked worriedly.

"Mom, please don't worry about me."

The way he put his hands on her shoulders was just to assure her.

"At first I thought to leave his company but why? I have my shares in his company, right?"

"Morgan..." she spoke in a breathed tone.

"No, mom. I am not planning to stand against him...I will work there just like he always wanted me to be. It's just that I can't live with him in that house again."

Emma was silent, she understood that her son had made the decision.

All their lives, neither David nor Emma wanted their kids to stay apart from them.

Morgan was sent to Canada for his higher studies, so was their little girl.

"You and Rose...and dad, are always welcome here."

Morgan loved his little girl with all his heart. She was sent to Canada as per Morgan's suggestion because the highschool his friend's brother was studying was way better than any other school in NewYork.

"I see...you have made your decision," Emma nodded slightly.

"It's not a big deal, mother. Shawn has a penthouse, too. Even his father gifted him that..."

Emma never wanted her kids to be split, she always wanted her family to live under one roof...together as a family.

The party was over. All of the guests went back to their homes.

Emma went back with the driver and she ordered all of the servants to leave her alone.

Walking to the poolside, she felt as if her heart was being squeezed out, the pain was too much to handle.

She went on her knees and cried...the screams echoed in the surroundings.

The continuous tears flowed from her eyes, she clutched her hand to her chest as all the pain was coming from there.

Emma cried helplessly, her sobs became louder and louder.

David had just stepped in the house when he heard the noises coming from the poolside...it was not clear.

He went to take a look on it when his eyes got fixed on his beautiful wife who was bent down on her knees, crying in her high heels.

Her painful sobs were louder than the hoot of the night owls.

He immediately ran to her and held her in his arms, asking questionably, "Emma? What happened?"

His heart sank to see her eyes became all red and he could see the fear, the despair in them.

"My love...what has happened?" he cupped her cheeks to wipe her tears.

"Morgan..." she sobbed.

"David...he left us," she then leaned into him and he caressed her back.

"Come on..." he carried her in his arms while she all the time was leaning into him, easing herself.

She cried in his arms and she felt safe. It was good to let all her tears wash away the pain her heart was having.

"What happened, dear Emma?" he caressed her hair, clutching tight into his embrace.

"Morgan brought the new place to live."

She then adjusted herself to look him in the eye and cried out, "I can't tolerate seeing my family drifting apart. David, he left us..."

David gulped. Although his heart was wrenching to see her like this he could not do anything.

"Bring back my son, David."

It wasn't a materialistic thing she was demanding...not diamond jewellery or branded perfume or a designer dress but her son.

How can he force Morgan to come back and live with him?

Now that he has made a decision, a clear one and not to forget that he is not a child.

"It's alright...everything will be alright," he assured her.

After the party ended, Lara and Shawn had gone home together.

Lara was way too drunk so Shawn took her to his penthouse.

Reaching there, he carried her in his arms and walked to his bedroom.

Shawn made her lay on the bed carefully when she was mumbling something, her eyes closed.

"You drank a lot tonight, girl..." he uttered.

Removing her high heels he covered her with the warm blanket and turned on the air conditioner.

He bent down to caress her beautiful blonde hair and tucked the strand behind her ear.

She looked so pretty, so calm and quiet. She usually speaks a lot and her blabbering never stops.

"Morgan..." he heard her mumble.

He had just turned around when she held his hand and uttered, "Shawn..."

Turning back he saw her angelic face and a ghost of a smile touched his lips.

He removed his shirt and the jeans, changed into shorts only and hoped on the bed, next to her.

She snuggled close to him, resting her head on his strong chest.

He caressed her blonde hair and inhaled the magnificent scent coming from her hair.

Shawn had ever protected this lady sleeping next to him.

All the time when she was away, he missed her, day and night.

And now that she is back, her blabbering continued...but this is the first thing he likes about her.

Lara is not Lara without her attitude. The arrogance suits her...she grew up being a spoiled one, the only child of her parents and the only girl in their squad.

Time by time they made friends but the three of them were together forever.

It's a troubled trio.

But this was not right...the way they are sleeping. It was turning him on...so he carefully rested her head back to the pillow and tossed to another side.

The next morning Lara woke up to the continuous ring of the phone, grabbing it she answered it without seeing the name.

"Hello?" she spoke in a hoarse voice.

From another side of the phone came the voice of a female which made Lara's eyes bulge out in amazement.

"Shawn's phone...who is this?" she asked, trying to be sweet.

Hearing to what the girl said, Lara's eyebrows went up in astonishment.

"Alright...I will let him know," she uttered before declining the line.

Shawn had just got out of the shower, the towel wrapped on his waist and another one draping over his strong shoulders.

She stared at him blankly and it wasn't the first time she has seen him without clothes...had done this before.

"What?" he asked unaware.

"A girl called you..." she spoke doubtingly.

"Who was it?" he ran to bis phone suddenly which made her more doubted.

Checking his phone he saw the name then glared at the girl who was sitting on his big bed.

"What did she say?" he asked impatiently.

"Nothing as such...she asked you to call her," was her answer.

Shawn dialled a number and walked out of the room leaving her alone.

Lara was having concerns in her mind.

Shawn had never talked to any girl before and hiding from her?

There must be a thing between them...

A smirk released from her mouth thinking about how her days would be getting busy plotting.

She stood up to walk towards the washroom.