AUTHOR POV:
Gray was lying on the ground, unconscious. His mother, for the first time, was shedding tears for Gray, and his father was busy consoling her. His dad made a call to that guy, and he came in no time with his bodyguards. His name was 'Ahmed Razes Sheik, a billionaire, 50 years old. When Gray's dad showed him his photo, he started fantasizing about everything with Gray. That day, he made up his mind strongly to get Gray and to take him to his place and lock him, for his pleasure.
This was not an easy task for Gray's parents. After what they had done before eloping. They both had planned this for 15 days and at last came up with the idea of cancer. They both knew the only way to make him come here without giving a second thought was through emotional blackmail, and they were successful.
By making the final settlement, Sheik instructed his bodyguards to get Gray to the private plane, which was already waiting. Gray was feeling groggy, and he could feel that he had been dragged. He wanted to do so many things, but his whole body was weak. He was placed in a car, and it started moving.
There were a total of 8 cars. Sheik was sitting in one of the cars, and Gray was beside him. He was using his every ounce to fight everything that was going on, but nothing was supporting him, or anything was in his favor.
At the mid-way, gunshots were coming from everywhere. Those were only aiming at the tire and nowhere else. Abruptly, the cars were stopped.
Sheik was furious and tense. He didn't come out and was sitting in the same car. He started dialing the possible numbers, but luck was not on his side; there was no bloody signal. His car was surrounded by his bodyguards, who were equipped with weapons.
For Sheik, it was a normal thing. Getting a new toy wherever he was going but never faced any issues before, as everything was sorted out by throwing the money. This was the first time, and to his horror, he didn't have enough bodyguards—approximately 10 to 12 were present. Inside the car, Sheik was shaking, and Gray was totally blacked out, not aware of anything that was going on.
They were surrounded by Joshua's men, who were not letting them move. The cars started approaching the scene. Joshua came out of one of the cars like an 'Alpha', followed by his bodyguards. He didn't make any gestures toward anyone, and his path was clear. He was inside the same car where Gray was lying. His intensive look was enough; Sheik didn't utter a word. By giving a warning, he took Gray to his car, his 'luna'. No more gunshots were heard, and no one was injured. And Joshua had come to the spot with more than 50 men and more weapons; it was enough; to stop every possible thing.
I thought of taking Gray with me on my private plane, but the result would be that a series of questions would be created in his mind. And I don't want to answer any of this, and he should not come to know that I am stalking his every move. His hostility toward me will be even greater, and I can't stop him from taking any further steps to distance himself from me.
Still, he was unconscious, and I laid him near the sea. By giving one last look toward him, I made my way to the car by instructing the guards. The grudges I held against his dad were even more; this time I am not letting either of them. Soon, they are going to taste their doings. Their deaths would be slow poison, and I will make sure of it.
I woke up near the beach. My head was spinning, and immediately I started checking my surroundings. How the hell did I end up here? I do remember a few guys dragging me, where are those? I really want to know. I didn't waste any seconds; my things were scattered, and after collecting everything, I ran toward the airport.
After catching my breath, I started checking the next flight, and I booked the ticket. I made my way to the restroom. After cleaning myself, I came back. I was not getting how to react to every goddam thing. God showing sympathy was turning into a crime. And I was not showing sympathy for outsiders. They fucking thought of selling me. Like really selling. The last thing they could do to their son was for fucking money. Am I really their own son? Did she really give birth to me? They fucking should end up in jail or have a miserable death. This was a miracle. Today's incident, my survival was a bloody miracle. I don't want to know how I am safe, but I need to make up my mind not to get involved with my parents ever again. If they died too, I should never show any concern or sympathy. I am not going to shed any tears over them. I am done with everything related to them. I am totally done.
When I reached the flat, it was past nine, and Joshua was doing something on his laptop. I made my way straight to my room. By throwing everything, I was in the shower. After getting freshened up when I came out, I saw Joshua standing near the door, which only increased my agitation even more. "Don't you fucking have manners? Don't enter my room without knocking." "I did knock, but you were in the shower. Dinner is ready. Don't let me compel you to come to dinner." Strangely, I didn't rebuke; I followed his words.
We were at the dining table, having dinner in silence. "Everything is ok with you." "If you shut your mouth, then it will be. Trust me." "If you answer my question, then don't you think I will do that?" "Don't, and I mean it." "Ok." After finishing the dinner, I made my way to my room.
I was exhausted from everything sleep should have consumed. But that was not the case with me; I was highly alert and deep in my thoughts. How can they think of selling me for money? Eloping, with money by pushing me into debt was one thing. But selling their own son was beyond imagination. They are disgraced to be called parents. If they don't fucking value us, why the hell did they give birth in the first place? At least once, they didn't consider my feelings or discuss anything with me. Everything was decided without my input. I should have raised my voice when I was mature enough; they wouldn't dare to think something like this. Once again, I feel like I was responsible for every shitty situation.
He would never lock the door. In the past, I would be the one who would always lock the door when we were living together. When we were making out, he wouldn't think of the door, and I always would. Whether this was a good habit or not, I am not getting it, but now it's only favoring me. It's been 10 minutes since I have been in Gray's room, observing him. He had jerked twice in his sleep. His parents had become monsters who were successful in capturing his mind in his sleep too. And I couldn't let him sleep that way. The next thing I knew, I was beside him, hugging him tightly, and yeah, the next morning I was going to pay for it.
When I woke up, I felt the weight on my shoulder, and when I found out the reason, I made sure he would end up on the floor. "What the fuck?" He was on the floor, groaning. It was a hard fall, as I made sure of it. "You fucking bastard, how many times have I told you not to enter? You got the nerve to sleep on the same bed." It's barely morning; you need energy; don't exhaust yourself. My mind was yelling, and I couldn't help but lash at him. "Hey, from yesterday, you were gloomy. When I came to check on you, you were jerking. So, yeah, I end up joining you. You fucking slept nicely, understood." What the fuck, this bastard Whatever, it's my lookout. "I didn't ask you for any shitty things. Don't fucking enter without permission. Get out of my room." "Oh god, you are merciless." "Look who is talking about mercy." "Yeah, yeah, whatever."
Once, he was out of my room. I tried to calm myself. Still, this urge to kill him was overflowing, and that too with my bare hands. To divert my mind, I started scrolling my cell for a few minutes, and after that, I made my way to the washroom. Once I was done with getting fresh up, I came out of the bathroom. When I heard a knock, the door was open. He had turned into a shameless bastard, for sure. "Breakfast is ready." I was staring at him. "What? I knocked right." "I didn't permit you. This is my room, for fuck's sake. Why are you not letting me be at peace?" "It's barely morning; don't shout at the top of your lungs, and don't get angry. If this was the case, you were going to get BP or sugar, mark my words." "You will fucking make sure of it. Are you not getting that?" "Again, calm down, will you? Get ready and come for breakfast. Skinny." "Get the hell out, you bastard. Don't fucking enter; I mean it."
The door was closed, and immediately I was in front of the mirror. I started observing my body, and the next thing I did was pull out a free-size t-shirt wearing the same. Damn, I felt pathetic seeing my body, and I fucking hate him for pointing it out. I had to do something about my weight, oh god.
We were having breakfast. Yeah, dam tasty. After finishing the same, I cleaned the table. "As it's the weekend, do you have any plans?" Yeah, if it were a normal day, then I would end up in the pub or with David, and for now, I don't want both options. I want to stay at home. "Why?" "If you don't have any plans, let's watch a movie together, or we can do something else." "Why would I do that? I want to be alone, so no thank you." "Hey, it's not like we will be free every weekend. Plus, our schedules do clash. So, we both are free; let's catch up on a movie with beer." "I don't want to be involved with you. I am telling you directly; can't you get that?" "Well, we are not doing this daily. We are staying together; there is nothing wrong with catching a movie." "Why can't you let me be, like seriously? I am getting exhausted by just arguing with you." "Please don't blame me for being skinny." "You know what fuck off." "Hey, hey, sorry, sorry. Common, one movie. By scrolling your cell, do you think you can spend the whole day? Plus, I bet you never used the TV. Watching a movie won't change anything, right?"
It would definitely make sense if it were any bastard other than him. With this one, I can't predict any fucking thing, and the outcome would always turn out to be the opposite. I can't trust anything around him, not even myself. One movie doesn't make any difference, and yeah, I gave in.
We sat on the couch. Joshua placed beer and popcorn on the table. He asked me what I would like to watch, to which I replied horror movies, and he started searching for romantic movies. I suppressed. As Joshua said, I never once sat in front of the TV or subscribed to any channels. But he had subscribed to everything God knows when. Whether I was comfortable in my own house or not, he was totally comfortable and made sure of it.
I was having the popcorn and sipping the beer, and finally, he paused in searching and decided on one. He was staring at me, expecting some input. There was a mischievous smile running, and curiosity caught me, so I faced the screen he had selected, '50 Shades of Gray. He fucking knows how to get on my nerves now and then. "I swear to God, if you select this one, I am going to kill you. For fuck's sake, give me a break." "Relax. I was just teasing." Once again, he was back to searching and ended up selecting another romantic movie with steamy sexual scenes.
The sex scene was the sex scene; irrespective of whether straight or gay, it would always ignite something. I was deprived. I didn't get laid; it's been like a month. I was frustrated and started using my hand. The requests had turned to zero. At least I was getting requests from the old hags, and eventually, that also stopped. I would always be lucky to get someone from the pub or somewhere, but it would end up in only fucking kissing and nothing more. What the hell was happening was beyond me. I started to get frustrated by using only my hands. And here this bastard was only adding up more. Without argument, I can't make him change the bloody movie, and I am not in the mood to do one. I didn't utter a word.
This movie had more romantic scenes than expected. The beer, the popcorn, and the scenes were only making me worse. In between, Joshua ordered pizza, and we ended up watching another two romantic movies. It was already evening I took enough hardly I was controlling. Once the movie was finished, I made my way directly to the washroom and started jerking off. Once I released my orgasm, I heard the door closing sound, and I was not in a state to decide whether I heard it or not, so I let it slide.
After washing, I made my way to the bed and didn't bother to go back. I can't face that bastard as I imagined him just now while jerking. This is fucking epic. I can't control a few things; they always beat me and pop up in my mind.