The So-called Boyfie | MewGulf ✔

Part 25 💖

^Pc to the rightful person 

OH yeah i told 15 votes.. but I guess I just can't wait to complete this story.. So here you go!

"I'm with Alexander," Mew reminded Gulf.

"Why?" Gulf asked. "Why did you come to him? Do you love him? Do you dream about him every night after you two have fucked?"

Gulf already knew the answer to those questions, so he wasn't surprised when Mew didn't answer.

"I remember how you sounded when I straddled you, Mew. I bet you don't make those noises for him. I bet your breath doesn't catch the same way that it did for me..."

"That's enough. I'm not interested in you trying to seduce me, Gulf. You've done it before, and you could probably do it again. You won't get the same thing from me that you got before with seduction, though. You're here to do a job, and that's all I want from you now. I don't want your body anymore, Gulf. I don't want your lying tongue, either. All I want is you to do your job," Mew said.

Gulf knew he had moved too quickly, but he wasn't about to give up with just one mistake.

When Mew was four years old, he promised himself one thing that had carried him in good stead his whole life: never beg for anything. Mistakes and more importantly punishment wouldn't happen if he did everything perfectly and tried his hardest all the time. It was exhausting, but the philosophy got him through life even when it was tough, helped him live through what most people would have broken under, protected him and kept him from becoming a monster like his daddy.

As he got older, he discovered the writings of Martin Luther King Jr., and he applied them to his own life. Excellence would overcome hatred. So Mew strove to be excellent in everything because hatred was the basis of violence. School, relationships, and life, every single aspect of Mew's life had enough effort put into it so that he could become excellent.

That could be why he was a self-made multi-billionaire at the age of twenty-five. It might be why he had his MBA and his Juris doctorate by the time he was twenty-three. His modus operandi had served him well his entire life.

Gulf only enforced these decisions for him. Mew had never let anyone in as far as he had let Gulf in. He had tried his hardest with him, too. He wanted everything perfect, so he didn't throw the man down and just fuck him even though there was so much opportunity. He had been planning to take Gulf somewhere nice so that when they did make love it would be memorable. He wanted everything to be perfect.

Mew had begged Gulf to let him make everything perfect, breaking his promise to himself. He hadn't cared about it at the moment, hadn't cared about anything but Gulf walking out on him, he had humiliated himself to keep Gulf and he was never going to do it again. It served no purpose.

How was he supposed to feel, now that Gulf wanted back in? Was he going to just leave again after things got hard? And why should he give up Alexander, who had been good to Mew for absolutely no reason at all other than he liked him?

Mew looked over at the window seat in his bedroom, where Alexander was stretched out reading a novel, and he was briefly taken aback at something he had never noticed before. Alexander was really hot. How had that escaped Mew's attention before? He supposed he knew it on a subconscious level; Alexander modeled, after all. It just never hit him that the man was beautiful.

Alexander looked up to find Mew staring at him. "What?" he asked with a little smile on his face, kind of startled.

"You're beautiful," Mew blurted out, surprised.