So, I've become a huge ass fan of Hamilton the Musical and this is one of the songs I like.
In Avi's POV (Listen to the song as you read it)
Enjoy!
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Being the busy man I was, I was moved around quite a lot and usually in that location for a long time. Being a man with a high status, I was constantly in meetings. This was one of these of these times. I was positioned in New York. Alone. I missed my husband, Scott and I was longing for my dear Adam. It hurt to be away from those that I loved or even communicated with. I felt so isolated. I felt like an outsider. No one communicated with me.
Until one day.
A young man came knocking on my door. His name, Mitch Grassi. I had never particularly seen him very often, but his face wasn't unfamiliar. I opened the door to see a distressed man who possessed an undeniable beauty. Even in such a mood. "May I help you?" I asked and his eyes darted in my direction.
"I know you are a man of honour; I'm so sorry to bother you at home, but I don't know where to go, and I came here all alone" He answered my question in a shaky tone.
"Please, come in." I gestured into my room. He walked in and I closed the door. I walked over to the couch and sat down, which was signal for him to sit. "What's the problem?" I questioned in a curious tone.
"My husband's doing me wrong. Beating me, cheating me, mistreating me. Suddenly he's up and gone. I don't have the means to go on" He responded in such a saddened tone.
I felt so much sympathy for this young man. No one should be treated in such a way. I reached into my pocket and pulled out some money and passed it to him. "Here. For your troubles"
"Oh, thank you" He put the money into his pocket and smiled at me.
"Would you like me to walk you home?" I proposed an offer.
"You're too kind, sir" He giggled slightly. We got up and left my room and out into the street. We walked and he lived closer than I thought. Only a block away.
We approached his house. "This ones mine, sir" He opened his door and walked in. He walked into his bed room and was in there for a while.
"Well I guess I'll go now" As I was about to walk out of his house, his room door opened slightly. Just enough for me to see him.
"Stay?" He asked sultrily as he blushed a deep red. I could see him in some form of lace black clothing. His aura was attracting me. I tried to back track my legs to the door but they had a mind of their own. He looked so irresistible. The vision of my children, my husband came into my mind. But that was blurred by the image of the beautifully seductive Mitch Grassi. He looked so helpless, he looked so vulnerable. Mine for the taking. I was back into reality. I could hear a cacophony of 'NO' come from within but I wasn't going to listen to it. For my lips collided with his. It was too late.
I usually never did things like this but I just couldn't say no to this. How could I have said no to this?
I regretted it after. I had just betrayed my family, my honour. I wish I could say it was the last time but it wasn't. It continued for months. I couldn't say no to him.
Maybe 4 months after, I got a letter from his husband. Alex. Great.
I read:
Dear Sir,
I hope this letter finds you in good health. And in a prosperous enough position to put wealth in the pockets of people like me. You know, those down on their luck. You see, that was my husband who you decided to engage in sexual acts with. I'm not a man to let this go lightly. The only way in which you can save your position in society is by putting money into my pockets. As long as you pay your debt to me, you can see my whore husband. And if you refuse, I'll tell your dear husband.
I could feel anger consume every fibre of my being. I hid the letter. And walked over to Mitch's house in a rage. His door was partially open so I let myself in. I walked into his room to see him half dressed. "How could you?" I shouted at him in my infuriated state.
"No, sir" He shouted back in a scared tone. I didn't want to get angry at him but I did. He was trying to apologise but it was pathetic. I turned back and began to leave. "Please don't go, sir" He pleaded.
I paused for a while and tried to calm myself down. "So was your whole story a set up?" I asked still trying to wrap my head around the whole situation.
"I didn't know about any letter!" He cried out.
"Stop crying. Get up" I commanded.
"I didn't know any better" He tried to justify what he had done.
"I am ruined. You've ruined me." I responded in a cold tone. My reputation tarnished, by this seductive male who had me in his traps from the moment I let him into my house/
"Please don't leave me with him." He begged. "I am helpless."
"How could I have done this?" I was having an internal crisis. I was such an idiot.
"Please, just give him what he wants and you can have me." He suggested in mass hysteria, trying to make a compromise.
"I don't want you. I don't want you" I continued to repeat as the consequences of my actions were coming into reality. I knew deep down I wanted him. Every bit of him. How could I not?
"If you pay, you can stay." He came up to me and hugged me desperately, waiting for me to reciprocate. "I know you want to stay"
I didn't know what to do. I had nowhere to go. I was ruined. Because of one mistake. The situation was helpless. Utterly helpless. When my body was on his body, it was amazing. Was I cheating on my lover? Yes. But we weren't in the same part of the country. He would never know. No one would know about my interactions with Mitch. It'll be like it never happened. Then it hit me.
After a longer time of me thinking I finally calmed down and grasped onto the situation. He let go of me and I looked at him. I looked at who I was about to tarnish my career for. Observing all his features. His beautiful features. Looking at his androgynous face and body. How he wanted me and how I wanted him. Was he worth it?
"Nobody needs to know." I responded as we engaged in a passionate kiss. He was worth it.
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*sings* Goodbye!
