Chapter 176 Test results - Simon POV
How is it possible that a person's life can do a 360 just like that?
One moment I was alone, thinking of where my career was going next, maybe planing a move to another city and company, next thing I know I have a whole ass boyfriend . One that claims he wants me.
He's showing it to me every chance he gets, but how the hell am I supposed to believe it when I have been the unluckiest person in love? Always searching but never truly finding someone who wants me for me? Also, I have the worst judgement when it comes to men, and I always end up getting burned.
I can't find it in me to believe that T.J, really wants me. Not when he was apparently straight his whole life and then suddenly wants a man.
Madions has been telling me that he's never had someone before, that maybe he just didn't know his true sexuality yet, but I find that hard to believe as a gay man. I have known I was gay since I was a kid. He's been telling me he just never thought about it before, he just accepted he was either straight or asexual and that he was never all that interested in sex before me.
Again, something I find extremely hard to believe when all he wants to do is tear my clothes off the moment we're alone together.
I decided to move back to my apartment when we came back from Maibu. We can't be trying to figure this out and stay in the same place. We would just end up doing a lot of fucking and no talking. Plus, things have quieted down a lot, the paparazzi was no longer camped in front of my building and I needed to get back to my life and to my job.
Ben has ruined enough of us already, I wasn't going to allow him to ruin my career too.
My limbs are heavy when I walk back to my apartment. I taught three ballet classes after I came back from the company. Living in New York is expensive as fuck, something I didn't really consider before joining the company here. Maybe I should take up Madison's uncle on that modeling gig, I'm sure it will be less tiring than this. I never intended to start teaching while I'm still dancing.
I halt when I see a surprising figure at my front door. 'How did you get into the building?"
T.J. straightens, wearing a suit and looking like sex himself. Why is he so handsome? His dark hair is tousled like he ran his hand through it a few times, and his silver eyes run over my body assessingly.
''I have my ways."
He probably charmed someone in the building to open it for him. He holds an envelope between his fingers, making my stomach plummet.
It's our test results. He suggested we get tested for sexually transmitted diseases, and I have been scared of those damn results ever since we went to the doctor's office. I don't know what Ben could've given me, especially since he was raping people without remorse.
"You look tired." He says as I unlock the door.
My roommate moved out after the whole debacle, so I've had to cover rent by myself. I should probably try to find a smaller place to cut my rent.
"Should I get us takeout?" T.J. continues like he's not holding some important information in his hands.
I usually cook for him on the nights we get together, because the guy can't cook a healthy meal to save his life. I don't know how he manages to keep up hs physique with all the crap he puts into it.
"Sure." I throw my bag on the couch, and before I know it, I'm pushed up against the wall, my face in one of T.J.'s hands.
"I don't care what the results say." He whispers, reading me perfectly. I don't know how he's been able to do that in such a short amount of time together.
"That's easy for you to say." I twist my face out of his grip.
I'm not trying to play the victim card, but I was violated without my consent, and maybe it's a good thing I can't remember anything because I might have ended up in a psych ward if I did. I pushed it into a compartment in my mind, a file I only take out when I have to, like the impending court case of Jeffrey Bloomsburg where I have to testify.
T.J. kisses me hard, his lips punishing on mine. I love how he always manages to dominate me and shut me up at once.
"I don't care." He reiterates when he pulls back, his silver eyes molten, and I feel his cock hardening against mine. ''Whatever these results say, we will get through it."
How am I suppsoed to say no to this man? How does he even want me? It's extremely hard to believe, and my brain just can't fathom it.
I pluck the envelope from his hand and tear it open with my teeth. There are two seperate results, and the first one is T.J.'s. Of course he tested negative on everything.
"You're clean." He doesn't look surprised, probably because he knew this before the time. He only did the test for me.
My hand trembles when I open the next page, my name,e and social security number printed on the top. The results swim before my eyes, and I can hardly believe what it states. I was so sure something was left behind.
T.J. takes sit from me and reads it silently before throwing it on the ground and slanting his lips over mine, his tongue fighting with mine for dominance. I hug him to me, grateful that somehow after all that bullshit that went down, after all the men that I gave a chance to, he chose me. He wants me, and those test results give me a new slate, one where I can believe that good things can happen. That I deserve this just like the next person.
"Move in with me." He says against my lips before nibbling his way to my nek. "I don't want to be apart from you again."
"That's preposterous." I whisper while leaning my head back against the wall to give him better access.
"Why?" His hand comes around my throat. "What is so crazy about that? You lived with me before Malibu."
''That was different."
His hand tightens around my throat, and I gulp in excitement.
"Guess I will have to convince you then."