Purple Rain

I Cannot Express Just How Much I Hate You

The first days of living together were tense.

When they first walked into Sand's penthouse he was shown around as if he were a maid. The house was spacious and clean. It looked modern and vintage at the same time. The walls were painted a warm peach color but decorated with Sand's platinum and gold records and different band posters. Ray didn't recognize anyone except The Smiths. There were some shelves that held all of his awards.

If the situation was different Ray would stop to admire them all. However, he had to follow his supposed husband like a puppy while Sand radiated coldness as they continued the tour.

"This will be your room, kitten." Sand showed him a simple white bedroom lacking any personal touch. It reminded Ray that he had a very small amount of his belongings. The things the police and finance department were happy to give him were 20% of his clothes, his phone, charger, laptop, make-up, and two of the necklaces his mother left him.

Oh, and books for school, since he was required to attend the university till he graduated. And Sand promised to pay for it so Ray couldn't do anything but rely on that. On Sand's seemingly forced kindness.

"But feel free to come to my room if you cannot sleep. Just because we hate each other doesn't mean we need to be celibate, kitten. It is going to be hard seven months otherwise." And the fool dared to wink at him.

Ray would never confess to anyone how hot he was at that moment. Like he was ever going to fall into the bed with this man again. Hell, he would!

He would be crazy to do so. And desperate.

"You have to go to university since I am paying for it and it will keep you occupied. Other than that I expect you to clean the house and have things in order here. I hope you can cook, kitten, because when I come home from work I want to eat homemade meals."

As if!

What did this man think he was?

"I hope we can agree on this, kitten. I would hate to go to the police to report you for theft and blackmail since you and your father dragged me into your schemes. An innocent man like me, who was tricked into helping you in exchange for my music career."

Ray wanted to punch the taller man. More than anything.

"But don't worry you I will not keep you locked in here. You will accompany me when I have a shared schedule and need your appearance and of course, you can go and meet your friends. However, I forbid you to meet them in clubs and bars. Those are not places for a married man. Be aware that if you say a word of our deal to any of them I can bring them as much or even more pain than you. Is that clear?" The older man looked at Ray who stood there defiantly. "I need a verbal answer, kitten?"

"Fine." Gritted the shorter man through his teeth.

"Wonderful, kitten. And I know I don't need to tell you not to sleep around. At least for the next seven months. We don't need the public to suspect on how promiscuous you are. Right?" And he dared to slap Ray's butt.

Ray nodded stiffly.

If anyone was a slut here, it would be Sand. But he kept it in. There was no use in fighting with the other man anymore. The situation was grave enough.

"Great! I am glad we settled this! Be ready to sign our contract tomorrow morning. And feel free to hire a lawyer to help you with going over it... Oh, wait..."

With that and a smirk, Sand left the apartment.

Ray couldn't hold it in anymore. He slid down the wall and began bawling.

He didn't deserve this. Of course, he wasn't perfect but nobody was. There was no way for him to know about his father's dealings. Why did he need to be punished for them?