The So-called Boyfie | MewGulf ✔

Part 23 💖

Mew got back from his meeting with the Columbians early. He took his tie off and then went to the ground floor master suite, where Perth was sitting with some cross stitching that he was doing.

He missed Saint. And so did Mew. He missed Gulf.

Just when he sat down, he noticed Alexander with them.

"I thought that we all needed to talk," Alexander said "because I don't think anyone's issues are being settled."

Mew slowly let Perth come out from behind him, and he figured that Alexander was probably right when it came to the way that Saint's eyes devoured Perth. He had such a tight grip on Mew's hand that he was afraid that he might break it, but he looked at Saint in the exact same way.

Mew sighed. "Perth, why don't you take Saint to your room, we're not going to need you two here anyway," he said.

"Are you sure that you don't need me?" Perth asked, turning his head to look at Mew but his eyes stayed glued to Saint's face.

"Go," Mew urged him, hoping that he would remember to let go of his hand first cause otherwise, he didn't think that he was getting it back ever.

Perth and Saint came together in a kiss, and Saint's hand was on her stomach and his other one was buried in his hair.

"To your room," Mew repeated himself, and Saint picked Perth up, his lips never leaving Perth's, and they weren't in the room anymore as Perth gestured where to go to Saint.

Mew stared at Alexander and Gulf, expressionless as ever. The two men sat down on the white sofas in the Great Room. White sofas, Gulf thought to himself. He wondered if they were the same ones from Mew's apartment.

They sat in the room in silence for a long time before Mew cleared his throat. "What possessed you to go get Saint and Gulf, Alexander? After all, we had done to keep ourselves hidden?"

"I don't think that we made the right decision," Alexander said.

"I can't compete with a ghost, so I wanted you to see that he really doesn't love you and that you need to move on."

Mew turned expressionless eyes to Gulf. "I know that he doesn't love me," he said. "There has to be more to this than Gulf not loving me, it's something that we all know. He told everyone in my family already, Alexander..."

"So then maybe I needed you to see him again so that you would know you don't love him anymore," Alexander continued.

"I thought that we had established that I don't love him anymore every night when we fuck," Mew said simply, without emotion.

Gulf winced. So, Alexander wasn't exaggerating about that, or just saying it to make Gulf feel bad.

"Fine, you look at him and tell him that you don't love him," Alexander challenged Mew.

"Do it. Do it now," he instructed.

Mew stared at Gulf, his eyes cold and expressionless. He made himself not think, not feel, and he remembered the scent of boiled leather. He did as he was told. He looked at Gilf. Tried to say, but his eyes said otherwise. His lips quivered. Gulf wasn't late to notice. He did notice.

He stayed silent and continuously stared at Gulf's eyes.

Gulf's mind started working quickly. He had to find a way to make sure that Mew was going to keep him around because after that he could make the man fall in love with him again, or at least get comfortable with the idea of loving Gulf again. Gulf knew he had screwed up, knew that for a long time, but he wasn't one to wallow in self-pity because of that.