Gravity of Love

(eight) (present day)


I got back as the sun was just setting, weighed down with shit I really didn't need and my head light from all the alcohol I threw down. I went all over the city on a maniacal shopping spree, draining Ren's credit card to the last cent, probably going over the limit. Money is nothing when it comes to me, right? He said it himself, the lying fucker. Driving a bit too fast I pulled into the driveway sending a cloud of dust and gravel behind me. I had the music at maximum and AFI blared out into the night, the blaring rock music echoing through the air. I braked hard, making the car and me jerk forward as it sputtered and died, finally giving out from my rough driving. I got out of the car and inspected the damage. It was extremely dirty, a bit banged up when I purposely backed up into that lamppost and I knew the gas tank was nearly empty. Ah, that felt good. Vindictive and childish? Moi? I left all the bags in the car and went to the house. As I walked up the steps the lights in the foyer came on. How sweet, Ren waited up for me. The door opened as I neared it and Ren stood a little in the doorway, his eyes narrowed. I only spared him a glance as I slid by him and walked into the house. He turned his head, following me.

"Don't you dare walk past me without saying anything!" He shouted.

I looked over my shoulder but continued to keep walking. "Top of the ev'ning!" I said with a chuckle.

"Get your ass back here! NOW!"

I stopped walking and sighed impatiently. Slowly I turned around and made my way back to him, standing in front of him.

"What?" I snapped.

His hand came in contact with my cheek, the force of the slap jerking my head to the left. I closed my eyes and worked the jaw; I've gone through worse. I turned my head back and stared at him in defiance. He was breathing hard and I knew that he was about to explode. I braced myself for it as he opened his mouth to speak.

"Where the fuck were you!?" He screamed at me.

"I did what you told me to," I said, my voice rising a bit, "I went out and had some fun."

"All damn day?! And then maybe you can explain this while you're at."

He held up the shirt and pants he'd given to me earlier that I had thrown on the floor. He shook it in my face, making me back up. He smiled. "You know, I came out of the study to catch you and tell you I loved you before you left and I found this tossed on the floor like it was trash."

I didn't say anything.

"Forget about money," he continued, "do you know what I went through to get this for you?"

I still remained silent. I wasn't going to apologize, not this time.

"Can I go to bed now?" I said with annoyance.

Ren laughed. "Oh no, you're not going to bed, you little cunt, you're going to work!"

I frowned. "Work? But you said—"

"Yeah, yeah, 'I said'," he snapped, "but that was before your little tantrum. I'll have a car drive around to pick you up and drop you off at the regular meeting spot." He held the clothes up and laughed. "It's kinda funny, but you were right after all; you do get to wear this for your client tonight. Remember this next time you decide to go on one of your rebellious streaks!"

He bunched the shirt and pants together and hurled them at me with such force it made me stagger back. A few zippers hit me in the face and the skin from where he slapped me was still aching. He closed in on me, his face inches from mine, but I didn't move back. I held my ground, which seemed to piss him off even more.

"Get dressed," he sneered through clenched teeth, "and get OUT!"

With that he walked away from me and disappeared down the hallway that curved off to the right. I shortly heard a room door slam and then silence. Great, just fucking great! I was tempted to leave the clothes on the floor again, but thought better of it. Instead I went to the bedroom and changed clothes. Did Ren call that person back from this morning and tell him that I was available? I thought more and more about the money. I mean, if I was fucking these strangers night after night I only hoped it was costing them a pretty penny. It seemed only fair.
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Thirty minutes later I was ready and walked out the house. The black car was waiting and I slipped into the back seat, feeling miserable. The driver looked back at me, gave me a small smile and put the car into gear.

"Thought you were off," he said with a smile, trying to be friendly.

"Just shut the fuck up and drive," I spat.

He looked embarrassed and a bit pissed, but quickly turned around and got the car going. Smart man. Letting my anger out on him, although the guy didn't deserve it, made me feel a little bit better. I sat in silence and looked out the window as the car rolled along, passing by the lighted downtown shops and restaurants, and traveled deeper into the city and to the underbelly network of clubs, bars, and strip joints. And once again I found myself staring out at the quiet, semi-dark streets. Well, here we go.

I stood there for what seemed like hours. The mild air from earlier today cooled as the sun disappeared from the sky and the moon took over. The chill settled in the air like an invisible fog, clinging to you, seeping into you somehow. Thankfully, my clothes kept me from the worst of it; and I was very grateful. Yet somehow I still felt cold. God, I fucking hated this! I hated being out here, hated waiting, hated…him. I mentally kicked myself. I didn't—couldn't—hate Ren, not after all he's done for me. But for all the things he done to me…well, that's a whole different story, isn't it?

I shivered and hugged myself. What the fuck was taking this guy so long? Did they not know where to go or even that my services ran by a schedule? Just as I had finished my mental ranting, a car turned down the alleyway. About damn time! The sooner this starts, the sooner I can go home. Although I'm not sure how enjoyable home will be since Ren was most likely still very pissed at me. Over the years I've learned several things about my lover's temper. One: It's extremely dangerous. Two: It sure as hell doesn't take much to set him off and Three: He can harbor it all until the Second Coming. I would have to do a lot of ass kissing and cock sucking to soften him up.

The headlights got closer and I was already walking towards it, but stopped dead in my tracks as it neared me. It wasn't one of Ren's jaguars, but a black Avalanche. A black Avalanche with red streaks on the hood and sides. Shit! Oh, that lousy fucker! Why did Ren have to do this to me? The second I asked myself that I knew the answer. I wasn't the only one who could be petty, I guess. Out of all my clients, out of all the random fucks I've encountered over the years, this dude was at the top of the list of assholes I never wanted touching me again. He was good ole number two. The number one spot was especially reserved for Claude with his crazy ass cousin Saldo.

The car stopped and the tinted window came down.

"Hey Mannix," I said as jovially as I could without being too fake.

"Hey there, Gavey-boy!" He said loudly, bass ridden electronica drifting from inside. "I was glad Renny called me back and said you were available, otherwise I would've had to wait until next week."

"Lucky you," I mumbled sarcastically, not caring whether he heard me or not. I heard the automatic locks click and Mannix leaned over to open the door. I pulled it back and stepped up into the car, settling down in the soft leather seats. I wondered briefly if we would actually make it to Freaky Coffin or would he fuck me right here in the car like last time? I sat still in the seats, keeping my hands on my lap, my body stiff like a caged animal. I fought to not pull away as I felt Mannix's hand find my thigh and travel upward.

"You're uptight tonight, Gavey. What's the matter? You and Ren have a lover's quarrel?"

It wouldn't have made a difference what I told him. The fact that he even asked let me know that Ren had mentioned something—how much remained to be seen—but there was hardly anything that Ren knew that Mannix didn't and vice versa.

"I don't want to talk about it," I replied.

Mannix laughed. "Yeah, you wouldn't, would you? I'm surprised you're not sporting a black eye or worse for the shit you pulled today."

See? I told you. I remained silent, which seemed like the safest route to go. Mannix leaned over a bit so that his upper body was on my side of the car. He held my face with one hand and my neck with the other, pinning me to the seat preventing me from moving my head. He kissed me hard, tongue probing wildly in my mouth and I sat there and took it. When he pulled back from the kiss my lips felt tender and ached a bit as if there were bruised. Great, he was in one of his 'punishing' moods, which meant lots of force and plenty of pain and sex, usually in that order.

"You've got me so fucking horny," he hissed against my lips. Oh Mannix, you sweet talker you!

I gave him my best seductive smile, fighting slightly against the grip on my neck.

"Then let's head to the Coffin and you can show me just how ready you are," I said slyly.

He chuckled softly and tightened his hand around my neck, making me gasp.

"Oh, not yet Gavey, not yet. Soon, I can promise you that. I've got you for the whole night and I'm going to enjoy it."

He pulled back from me, put the car into gear and slowly drove off. All night? What was Ren playing at? Was he that mad at me that I had to entertain this stupid fuck the whole night? Yes, goddamnit, he was.