Help! My Male Employees Are Having Babies!-Chapter 152: When Sorry Isn’t Enough

Chas and Constantine walked up to the college and entered the front door. Eli was sitting on the couch playing cards with Carter when he looked up.

"Well, did you get them all settled in for the night? It’s going to be tough on him—he grows up so suddenly." Eli paused, shuffling his cards. "But that’s what he gets for letting somebody sneak into his vent. It was just too much and his hormones took over."

Constantine set down beside his younger brother. "Had you know about it, Eli? I share the room with him. I see him, I see hair growing where it wasn’t yesterday—a little in the armpits, some on the crotch, and right above the small of his back. I knew what was coming. I said something to him, but he was too stupid to know or even pay attention to me." He shrugged. "So he gets what he gets—all hell breaking loose inside of his body. Don’t look for no sympathy here. He’s been a royal pain in the ass to be with since he got his vent busted open, by my boyfriend no less. Still not going to forgive him for that, the slut."

Constantine wrapped his arm around Eli. "Maybe by the time you transition, you and Willie will be in a better place and you will be talking."

"Don’t bet on it." Eli’s voice was sharp. "You think I’m going to let him stick that nasty thing of his in me after he’s had it in that slut’s vent? No way. Nope, I’m going to find me a gentleman this time—someone that knows how to appreciate someone else and not tag the first piece of easy vent he comes around."

Carter decided to break the tension in the room and distract Eli from his anger mode by offering a piece of fresh chocolate cake that Donnie had just finished making.

"All of it comes with a glass of cold juice, or that white powdered stuff that the humans like." Carter stood up. "You know, Uncle Carter, I think you call it milk."

Carter walked to the kitchen with Eli tagging along behind him. The boy was calming down now.

Chas motioned for Constantine to follow him outside to the porch where they could talk.

"Well, that is one pissed off kid." Chas shook his head. "I’ve heard that hybrids are more sensitive in certain situations, but don’t ever let me make you mad at me like that. I don’t want to lose our friendship."

Constantine chuckled. "No, I don’t get mad like that. Eli got all the temper in this house—he goes from zero to pissed off in two seconds and he doesn’t get over it very often."

Robbie came walking up with Willie in tow. Willie wasn’t saying much at all; in fact, he barely mumbled.

"Constantine, I think Willie wants to try to make amends with Eli for what he did, and they may or may not talk." Robbie looked uncertain.

"Robbie, we just had a round in the house and Willie’s name was the main subject, along with his brother." Constantine ran his hand through his hair. "I know he means good, but Eli’s pissed—no, he’s hurt, and he’s hurt deeply. He might talk to him, but what comes out of his mouth is the way he feels, and it’s not going to be nice."

"Well, you know what, Constantine? Maybe that’s what this one really needs—the full unadulterated truth, full force right back in his face." Robbie’s voice grew firm. "Because he still doesn’t get it about what he did and how bad it was. He thinks he can just smile and do a little shuffle and Eli is going to forgive him."

"Well, let me get him out here and the two boys can hit it face-to-face." Constantine headed toward the door. "There won’t be any fist throwing, no fighting, but the words might get a little rank."

Constantine called Eli to come out on the porch—he had a visitor. Eli was all smiles until he saw Willie standing there with his hands behind his back.

"Well, if it isn’t the slut fucker himself." Eli’s voice dripped with venom. "You trying to come get another piece of his vent? At least by the time he transitions, you won’t have to worry about your little dick getting stuck in his vent again because it’ll be bigger this time. Maybe he just might end up knocked up—his stupid ass and you deserve each other."

Eli stepped closer, his anger building. "I don’t know who the bigger fool was—the one for bending over, or the other one for poking it. But I can tell you one thing: this is off limits. You will never, ever get next to me, and that nasty thing you call your dick won’t ever come nowhere near my vent. No telling what disease you’re carrying, you piece of shit."

Eli turned around and slammed the door as he walked back into the cabin.

Willie looked down at the ground. "I deserve that. I really do. I really screwed up—he will never forgive me because I betrayed him." His voice cracked. "I’m sorry that I caused your family such an embarrassment, just like I did my dad. I embarrassed everybody, even grandfather, because I was stupid."

Chas took to his knee. "Little dude, it’s rough. You did something that he very well may never forgive you for, even after he transitions." He paused, choosing his words carefully. "When you transition and you both grow up, he might find forgiveness if you start being a better person and put all this childishness behind you."

Willie started crying and turned around, heading back to their house.

Robbie smiled. "Remind me when I need a negotiator to come and get Eli—he’ll make things very clear to anyone he talks to. He does not beat around the bush."

Robbie bid everybody goodbye and told them that they would see each other tomorrow.

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Robbie walked into the house, and a concerned Luther asked him what was wrong with Willie.

"Luther, let’s put it this way—if Willie had an olive branch and offered it to Eli, he would’ve gotten beaten to a pulp with it, and then what was left would’ve been shoved up his vent." Robbie shook his head. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

"Went that well, huh? So Mr. Smooth Moves over there couldn’t slick it over with Eli because he doesn’t play that BS." Luther wasn’t surprised.

"No, he does not, and there is not an ounce of forgiveness in that young man either." Robbie sat down heavily. "Willie just needs to stay away, and eventually it might fade. But right now there’s too much hurt, too much pain and betrayal because of what he did and who he did it with."

"Robbie Spinelli, did I ever tell you how much I adore and love you? Because if I haven’t told you lately, believe me, today is the day—you are my perfect mate." Robbie kissed Luther and rubbed his butt.

"The answer is no, it’s still too early. We’re not going to conceive another baby." Luther responded.

"Damn, you can’t blame a guy for trying." Luther grinned despite himself.