We were in the same position for hours or so. He was awake while lying in the same position, and I was in my own thoughts. After a few minutes, he approached my face, started checking my neck, which might have turned red by now, and started placing kisses on the same spot. Joshua started kissing my lips, which were hard for a few seconds, and turned soft, savoring the taste. I hated every bit of it, not by heart but through words—not through words exactly. Oh god.
We broke the kiss to catch the air, but still, he was facing me. "Move in with me, Gray?" I was startled. Petrified for a few seconds. "What? Come again." "Move in with me." He didn't let me answer; again, he started kissing, and that bastard knew my answer was blocking and trying to distract me. The next thing I did was push him away from me, and he was lying beside me with an ouch. I was catching my breath, and that bastard was laughing. Within a few seconds, every emotion took a turn and was replaced by annoyance, anger, and irritation.
"Fuck off; don't fucking sprout things." "Hey, I am serious. Move in with me." "No, I won't thank you for the offer and the close of this chapter. No more fucking discussion over this." By chuckling, he approached me and was on me again. "Gray, common move-in for your own safety." "What bloody safety are you talking about, bastard? I am not going to move in with you; forget it." "Gray, listen, I have a link with Mafias. You know how it works and where they target; I can't leave you alone. Anytime they can target you, I can't let that happen, right? For your own safety, move in." "You have a connection with the Mafia? You are a fucking gangster?" Chuckling, he spoke. "Those are two different words and carry different meanings. If I want to run an empire, I need to have a connection, which will be helpful most of the time but also a headache. It depends on how we deal with them. You know me, right?" "Is this true?" "No, idiot, I am building fear in you. Did it work?" "Fuck off from me." "Hey, hey, hey, let's talk seriously enough about everything. Seriously, move in with me. I can't let you stay alone. I don't know how many enemies I have; I don't want them targeting you." "How the hell will they target me? Now you are getting on my nerves." "Geez, why the hell are you a fucking dump? We were living together for around 5 to 6 months, and it's more than enough that one gets to know about my whereabouts, which definitely includes you." "You moron, you knowingly pushed me into your mess." "We can't help certain situations. So, move in with me." "Hell no. I can take care of myself. I don't need your help." There was a mocking face, followed by yeah, right. "What the hell with that face? For your information, I was taking care of myself from a very young age, so no thank you." "Sometimes your stubbornness forces me to do so much. Gray, either you move in with me or I am going to move in with you. The choice is yours." "What the hell is your problem? Why the hell did you build this house by spending so much? Are you making any sense?" "Did I forget to mention I am fucking serious?" "Hey bastard, I am not letting you in again." "Don't you think I will get my way? Stop being stubborn. I can't take any risk by letting you stay alone." "Me being stubborn, iconic."
We were sitting beside each other. This temptation to tell him to fuck off followed many other words that were on the tip of my tongue, but when I realized there wouldn't be any effect of any words over him, it only boosted my annoyance. I tried to control as much as I could before speaking; I needed to fucking get my way around him. He can't keep on getting his way.
"Listen, Josh, I can't face your family. I can't face anyone. They will be more annoyed and irritated by my presence; I don't want any of it. Please leave me alone." "Don't worry about them. I will see to it they mind their own business, and I know about you, so it's settled." For fuck's sake, someone save me from this jerk. Dealing with him is exhausting and annoying. "Hey, fucker, I am not moving in. Got it. You don't have any right to force me." "OK, I will continue staying with you." I was facing him with anger. "You can't keep doing this to me. Getting your way around me." "Well, sometimes I can't help it, and you won't make it any easier." "Fuck off." By then, I was trying to get up. But he pulled me back so hard that I landed on him, and immediately Joshua wrapped around my waist. I was struggling, which was totally vain, and he started kissing me, and I held back for a few seconds before reciprocating.
We broke the kiss and panted. "You will have your own space; no one will meddle in your business. I am not finding any problems over here." By groaning, I respond. "Can't you take no as an answer for once in your life?" "Gray, I am not forcing you." With that, he started laughing. Bastard. "I am holding back. Don't push me to strangle you." "Gray, you need strength for that." "Shut up, I mean it."
He got up and forwarded a hand toward me. "I am not fragile; I can get up myself." By saying that I was beside him, after one last look at his mom, we started walking back. "I want a separate room." "What? Why? You saw my room, right? It's big, so we won't face any problems. Still, you can have your personal space." "Are you going to agree or not? Don't fucking try to get your way in everything, and I mean it." "Fine. Choose a room; rest assured; I will look after redecorating it." "I don't want any shitty things to be done. Let it be as it is." "Gray, select the dam room; rest leave it to me." Whatever." "What about at night?" "What about at night?" "Does space apply at night also?" "Hey, knock it off. Don't get on my nerves always." "Han, Han."
We were inside his house. Lunch was ready, and we started having the same. Joshua informed me to look one last time at every room and finalize one, but I had already finalized one, and I conveyed to him the same. Out of 15 rooms, excluding his, one room that had a full view of the garden area captured me on the spot, and without further thought, I selected that room.
While having lunch, Joshua asked about grabbing my stuff, and we decided to go together after taking an hour of rest. He is not wasting a minute.
By evening, we had collected my stuff. His idea was to get everything, and I am not a fool to do that. The only necessary items I got; the rest I kept as they were. I am not planning to stay forever; heck no, Joshua didn't return; he wanted to meet someone, and after dropping me off, he went off, just like that. He fucking didn't introduce yet to anyone already left me alone. As soon as I entered, I didn't look here and there; straight away, I made my way to the room and locked myself.
The next morning, I woke up way early. This new place was fucking far; it will take at least an hour to reach the restaurant. My monthly salary was going to get drained because of only traveling.
After getting freshened up, I made my way to the dining hall. Everyone was at the dining table, and immediately I was taking a 'U' turn. I needed to face them, but definitely not today. I should have been aware of one bastard before showing up my face. "Gray, we were waiting for you. Come back."
By taking a long breath, I made my way to the dining table and took a seat. I was not facing anyone; my head was on the empty plate. It's barely morning, and I am already stressed out. I could still make out who was at the dining table: his sister, his dad, and Thomas. No one expected my presence; the shock was evident on their faces.
The chef started serving the food. "He is staying over here with us. What were you thinking before bringing a fucking murderer's son? His dad destroyed our family. Did you forget that? How could you?" His sister sobbingly ran toward her room. After a few minutes, his dad and Thomas also left. No one even touched the food, and I knew this would be the consequence of my stay. I didn't feel like having either. But Joshua was not affected and kept having his. "They will get used to this; give them some time. Have your breakfast." "No one fucking will get used to me—not a single person connected to your family. It's not too late. I will..." "No, you are not; don't even think of going back. Have a bloody breakfast; don't force me to feed you." Yes, his threat worked, and I started gulping down the food.
"How are you planning to reach the restaurant?" "I will book a cab." "No need I have arranged for a driver to pick you up and drop you off. Inform him wherever you want to go." "No, no, that's not necessary; I can manage." "We are staying far, and your salary will get drained on traveling itself. I have so many cars, and I have already hired a driver. Don't argue." "Can't you discuss anything with me, at least when it's related to me?" "When I knew the answer, why would I bother discussing it with you? You will get late; get going. See you at night." "Yeah, whatever."
After grabbing my stuff when I came outside, the driver was waiting for me. As soon as he saw me, he came running to open the door. I stopped him at that second and told him not to repeat this. I really hate those things. I sat in the car and started moving; it was like my billionaire life was recreated in a different way and with different people. I am not in love with either of them.
I informed the driver to stop the car a few blocks away from the restaurant; I don't want any fucking attention. I made my way to the restaurant, and David was early and busy with the ingredients. I started with cleaning stuff. "What with that grumpy face?" "Nothing." "As always." "Did you ever feel that your life is not in your control and is controlled by someone else?" "What happened?" "Nothing is happening, according to me. Not even a thing—that's the fucking problem. Until a few months ago, in everything, I had my hold, my life, and my rules. Now it feels like not anymore." "What happened?" "One fucking bastard is controlling my life, and I am not able to do anything. Nothing is fucking working on him." "Hmmm and." "I feel like doing everything and killing too, but that won't be the case at night. How fucking shameful." "Unbelievable." "You are telling me, oh god, my life, these unexpected turns, every fucking thing going on is unbelievable. It's annoying like hell. My life was fucking easy—eating food, working, having sex, and sleeping—no complications. But now, wherever I am, it's getting complicated in its own way. That's not fair; anything is not fair that was happening to me. Because of this annoyance and frustration, if I turn into a murderer, don't be shocked, David." That earned a chuckle from him. "You don't have guts, Gray. At least when you are here, try to forget everything." "I try my best, you know, like really, I do. When my whole world is captured, how the hell can I even neglect for at least a moment?" "Gray." "Fine."
"I have a question. Can you answer me honestly?" "Go on." "How do I look?" "What do you mean?" "In an instant, what reaction do you feel when you look at me? Not skinny, right?" He was holding back from bursting. Why the hell did I even think of asking him? "Ok, I get it. Don't even bother to answer me." With that, I started continuing my work; everyone was getting on my nerves. Geez, I need to work on my weight.