The Good Or Bad Type

Chapter 40

"You fucker!" Someone yelled walking into my room. I pay these guards to do what exactly?
"Get out." I said not moving from my position of hiding under my cover. I know its him. I don't wanna see him again.
"Look me in the fucking eye and tell me, you tête de noeud!" He did not just call me a dickhead.
"Get out, Léo."
"Not until you reject me face to face."
"Go away."
"You're so fucking childish."
"I did what you wanted."
"Get up Type!" He shouted
"No!"
"Yes!"
"Go away!"
"I want you to look at me."
"Fuck off." I groaned before feeling him pull off my cover.
"Get the fuck up sous-merde."
"Fine." I said standing up and finally meeting his eyes. His beautiful eyes were perfectly bloodshot.
"You just left."
"Yes I left." I said heartlessly shrugging
"Why?"
"I got bored."
"Bored?" He said stepping towards me
"Yes bored."
"I can make it interesting." He smiled
"Fuck off. I don't want you." He stepped back like I'd physically hit him.

"You don't want me?"
"No I don't. Thats why I left."
"Can't you pretend you do?"
"No Léo."
"What about this?" He asked holding up the collar
"Léo, leave, please."
"Put it on me, you coward."
"No."
"Type, please." Why was he getting on his knees? Oh fuck this.
"Get off of the floor."
"Type I'm begging you."
"Léo please."
"I know you want this."
"No I fucking don't." I did.
"Pas peur?"
"Non pas fucking peur."
"I'll leave."
"Good then go."
"Put the collar on me first."
"No."
"Please." He said handing it to me "put it on me."
"No."
"God you're a worthless piece of crap you know that?" He yelled standing up "You're a entitled little coward, I really thought you had your own mind but really you're just like all of them. You're a money grabbing, vain little kid. I fucking-" he stopped when he heard the click of the collar around his neck.
"What were you saying?" I said taking him by the little silver ring of his collar.
"I love you."
"Hmm isn't that cute." I mocked

"Fuck me."
"No."
"Do something." He begged
"Fine." Don't get me wrong I wanted to, I just didn't want to have to miss him again. But I had to do this for him. I pushed him down so he was lying on the floor and I unbuttoned his shirt.
"I love you." He said again
"Stop saying that."
"Why?"
"I don't love you Léo."
"That's okay." He hummed.
"It is?" I said taking the lighted candle from my table and straddling his hips.
"Hmm, I don't want your love."
"You don't?" I asked tapping the candle above his chest so a drip of wax landed on his perfect skin.
"No." He moaned
"Don't move." I told him simply and he listened. "You're such a good boy." I told him just like he called me many times
"Don't mock me." He groaned
"You have a sharp tongue considering I'm currently burning you with wax." I chuckled dripping more onto him.

"You have no idea how amazing that feels." He told me. God he was so handsome. I traced my thumb over his lips gently pulling at his bottom one. Even when he was in pain he was so fucking attractive
"This is the last time I'm gonna see you."
"Hmm." He nodded but I don't think he heard what I said.
"Open your eyes." I demanded and he, again, did as I said. "I'm never gonna see you again."
"Alright."
"Promise me you won't come back." I said pouring more wax this time.
"Okay." He whimpered
"Promise me."
"I promise."
"Okay good." I said getting up and putting the candle back down. "Now please leave."
"Yes, your Highness." He was smiling. Why the fuck was he still smiling.
"Stop smiling, do up your shirt and get out."
"Yes, sir." He nodded straighting out his face.

"Goodbye Léo."
"Bye T. You broke my heart, you know. You let me love you." Thats the most depressing thing I've ever heard.
"Léo..."
"Hmm?"
"Thank you."
"Don't."
"Fuck! I Fucking hate this!" I yelled
"It doesn't have to be like this."
"It does. I'm marrying Eleanor."
"I'm gonna miss you."
"Leave." I told him
"Goodbye." He nodded before walking out the door. That was a dramatic end to a relationship. It was very Léo though. I liked Léo. Now I have to love Eleanor. I'm okay. I'm gonna be okay. I broke his heart not mine. I'm completely fine.