Chris had fallen asleep after we popped in one of the movies he brought over. I looked at my watch and saw that it was almost 5. The time seemed to just slip by as we were talking and just enjoying each other. He moved a little in my arms, snuggling up to my chest a little bit more. I tried to adjust myself but the grip of his arms around me became stronger. I smiled seeing how he frowned before he settled back.

"You move too much," I heard him grumble.

"Well, you are squeezing me so tight I can barely adjust myself," I joked and he hugged me even tighter. From the crushing of my sides, I knew he was fully awake now.

"Okay," I struggled pulling him off as he laughed, "You are so childish."

I moved towards the TV to turn off the movie as I thought he was stretching on the couch. I turned around to ask him what he wanted to do but I stopped in my tracks. As he pulled his arms over his head, a small bit of his stomach showed off that impressive tattoo. Then looking lower, I saw how his dick bounced against his thigh. My mouth watered just looking at him stand up. I had to clear my throat before I mindlessly said, "Let's go for a run."

He stopped and laughed, "Dude it's like kinda cold outside and I'm not really dressed for a run. So, pick another activity."

I wish my brain was working at this point but it couldn't function. I swear I have been trying very hard but honestly, if he hadn't fallen asleep during the movie I would have made my move. Now, there was nothing stopping me. However, I didn't want to give my brother and Johnathan the satisfaction of being right. I mean it's only a few more hours before Caleb came home and I think I could survive them...if God himself was in this room.

"You okay Harry?" Chris asked approaching me, "You look pressed."

I quickly shook my head and answered, "Naw, just daydreaming."

He nodded awkwardly before saying, "Yeaaahhh, uhm, how about we continue our talk from earlier? I want to tell you something."

I gave the Lord a silent prayer as he leads us back to the couch. We sat down as I let out a heavy breath I was holding in. When he talks to me, I don't feel like jumping him. I want to listen to him and understand everything he is telling me. Like I didn't want to miss anything. It was new because usually I don't pay attention like this unless its Caleb or John. I wanted to know him and is it weird to say that hearing him talk is better than sex? Like when he laughs and changes his facial expressions, I remember everything. Like now, his face looks troubled so I know what he is about to say had to be something deeper than what he told me earlier.

He moved closer to me, locking his eyes with mine. He took a deep breath before saying, "I really don't think you should work with my dad Harry."

I leaned back in confusion because I thought today was just supposed to be about us. Why did he bring his dad up? I snickered awkwardly before speaking, "Hey let's not talk about this today."

"No, we need to," He said catching me off guard again, "There is something you should really know."

"Can we please just focus on us, " I tried to deviate the conversation again but he wasn't budging as he said, "I'm trying to make you understand why me and him don't see eye to eye."

"But you said something about work too."

"Yes, because it goes with it, now stop interrupting me!"

"Well, I don't want to talk about work today," I sternly stated as he bit his lip, "I mean, I want to know but if it's concerning my work relationship with him, you really have no say Chris."

"But Harry you should really know what I am about to tell you. It will clarify- "

"It will only clarify that your relationship with your dad is terrible. I understand Chris, I really do but you can't tell me- "

"He is a fraud Harry!"

It was deafening silence as I tried to understand what he just said. A fraud? The guy has been in the business for a long time and his company is pulling big numbers. I don't know, maybe he does know something I don't but right now I just don't see it. However, I'll let him explain. I nodded for him to go on. He looked shocked considering I was just about to argue with him but then he straightens up to begin, "This summer, I went to visit him. I was so excited to finally see what he does because I had a parent that will be on my side if I wanted to do fashion. I should have known it wasn't going to be an enjoyable time because when we got to his house, he told me he was going out. I asked him could I go and he said sure but I couldn't let anyone know who I was."

"The party was fun but then he brought it back to the house and I decided that it was enough for me. Then after that, he didn't pay attention to me. He would bring people over and introduce me as his nephew. His fucking nephew. It was like he was so ashamed of having a kid that he started to believe his own lie. I had never felt so alone before then. It was a punch in the face and what he did to me was a stab in the stomach."

His face twisted with despair and I couldn't help but to touch him. I wanted to comfort him but I knew he wasn't finished. The story he was telling me felt very personal rather than business related but I wasn't about to tell him that. I was just happy he was opening up to me about this. I wasn't about to mess it up by being an ass. So, I let him continue, "One night, he went out and I noticed that some of my clothes were missing. He must have taken them when I was asleep or out of the house. I just remembered when I saw him come in with them on. He had more people with him and I was watching TV and I asked him why he didn't ask me to wear my clothes. Then a girl said, 'Your clothes? Robert hand made these'. He was trying to get her to be quiet but she kept telling me that they were at a designer's party and he told them they were a part of his upcoming line."

"So, I took him to the side and asked him did he show off any more of my clothes. He admitted he did and I asked him why he was taking credit for designs he didn't create. You know what he said? He said, "That's just the business and you should be happy that I'm putting your work out there with my name on it."

He paused and I could see his jaw tighten to the point I thought he was going to hit me. Now I understood why he was so mad. His dad took credit for his work and didn't even see anything wrong with it. Knowing how much he works on his clothes, I know it hit him harder than anything in the world. Betrayal from someone that is supposed to love you and have your back hurts way more than anything in this world.

"The anger I felt," He went on, "It was scary. I remembered everything unlike any other time. I punched him so hard he flew over the couch. I didn't stop there either. I jumped over the couch and just started beating his ass. Then I did the dumbest shit, but it felt so satisfying. I took a vase off the table before he stood up and made sure he was looking at me when I smashed it over his head. Somehow his forehead got scraped by the material and he ended up with a big gash. "

He paused and he showed no remorse for what he said he did. I thought he was finished but he talked some more, "I never seen so much blood but I didn't feel bad about it. It was like he wasn't even my dad anymore. He just became some stranger. I guess he felt the same because when someone called the police, he just let them take me away. My aunt had to bail me out and promised her he wouldn't press charges as long as I don't visit him ever again."

I was at a loss for words. I just thought that him and his dad could just sit down to talk over their issues, but this was way passed talking. Then on top of that his dad took credit for the clothes that he worked so hard on. Mixed that with all the pent-up animosity he gained over the years and you for sure have a definite murder.

"At least you didn't kill him," I said, "You are too fine to be in prison."

He cracked a smile for the first time since he had been talking. I touched his legs and smiled with him. We sat in a comfortable silence until he said, "So, hearing all that...are you still going to work with him?"

I turned to him and saw he was laying his head down waiting for my answer. It was as if a little kid had asked me was I going to stop cussing. Unlike a kid, he knew if I would be lying. Even though what happened with them is fucked up and I would have to do some serious digging for information, I couldn't give up this opportunity. His dad was a huge deal in the fashion industry and I haven't been in it for a while but turning down a deal based on one person's information is not a great idea. However, Chris is someone I care about and he is his son. So, if he would steal from his own blood, who else could he steal from?

I had a lot of thinking and researching to do but I couldn't give him a straight answer. He was waiting for me to answer but I think he got the hint when his eyes turned away from me defeated. I touched his shoulder but he still didn't look at me as I said, "Chris you have to look at this from a business stand point. I understand he hurt you and the Harry that is with you right now, wants to bust his head wide open. But the business Harry, he can't just take the word of someone without evidence."

He slowly sat up and the obvious glare on his face showed me he didn't like my answer.

"So, you think I'm lying?" He asked as I could see his anger raising through his eyes. I cautiously held my hands out to distance us before I answered, "No Chris you are misinterpreting what I said."

"No, you just said you can't take my word without evidence, so you are basically saying I could be fucking lying."

His voice had risen but I still tried to be the level headed one without raising mine as I said, "Chris I'm not saying you are. In the business world w- "

"Fuck the business world, what about the real world. My world that I just let you in on!"

He was now visually upset as he stood over me, now yelling, "I just told you something that I couldn't even tell my best friend and you shit on me by telling me you still are going to work with my dad because I'm only one person that says he is a fraud?"

I was really trying to hold it together but now my skin was becoming warm and my heart was racing.

"Chris just try to listen to me," I said standing up, "I know that was important for you and I understand how you feel but you don't understand business like I do."

"I know it takes motha fucking integrity! Which I thought you would understand but obviously you don't!"

"Are you fucking kidding me right now? You really going that far?"

"Yes, because I feel like you are basically saying fuck what you said, I'm still going to do what the fuck I want to do! Like you have done before!"

"Fucking when Chris!"

"The week before Caleb's party!"

It felt like a huge boulder had knocked me over. The conversation I was dreading to have was opening back up and Chris looked pissed. I knew he didn't get all of what he wanted to say out when I showed up at his house or even at Caleb's party. Even though we had talked about it briefly before, I knew it wasn't enough. His face was redder and the vein in his neck was throbbing. I didn't know he was this pissed at me.

"After I told you about my dad, I see him at the fucking party."

"That wasn't- "

"Nothing is ever your fucking fault but you had control over that shit. You chose to not do anything about it! Then the shit you pulled by sleeping with 'ole dude that came into the party like he just knew he had 'yo ass on lock."

I groaned, "Why are we even bringing that shit up?"

When his eyes shifted into daggers and he begins stepping forward, I knew I said the wrong thing. He came so close to my face I thought he was really about to hit me.

"Because I told you that I was going somewhere and you just thought that I was fucking somebody! So, you went and fucked somebody to make yourself feel like you had the upper hand without even asking me what I was doing! You ignored how I would feel about you fucking someone else!"

"You went and fucked someone," I yelled back with the same bit of anger dripping from my mouth, "And if you wanted to tell me where you was going, you should have fucking told me!"

"That still doesn't give you the right to go and fuck someone!"

"WE AREN'T FUCKING TOGETHER SO WHY DO YOU CARE WHO I FUCK?"

"WHY DOES IT MATTER IF I WAS FUCKING ANYBODY AT THAT POINT SINCE YOU WANNA GO THERE!"

"BECAUSE I FUCKING LOVE YOU!"

He took a step back as I tried to register what I just said. His eyes were so wide that any minute I thought they were going to pop out of his skull. I just told him that I loved him. The silence was our way of communicating just how shocked we both were. However, I wasn't taking it back. It was out there now and I had to explain. I let out a small breath before I said," I know we haven't had as much time as we want with each other but Chris... the time I have spent with you and the things we have shared...I don't want to do that with anyone else."

He was still not speaking as I approached him still talking, "I don't want you to do that with anyone else. I don't want to lose you, when I waited this long to have you. You want me to be honest, let me start with this."

"Harry..."

"You got your chance to talk now let me," I said taking his hands in mine, "The thought of you with someone scared me. That's why did what I did. You're also right about me having control over your dad coming. I knew I had fucked up and I am so sorry. Then seeing you with that guy, I fucking lost it. All that day I wanted to drink you away but even drunk, I couldn't stop thinking about you. I can never stop thinking about you."

My hands had moved to his face, cupping his cheeks in my hands. For the first time in my dating history, I wasn't lying about how I felt about someone. I've been fascinated by this man since he was a kid and having him here with me was a dream.

"Chris, if you are waiting for me to take it back, you are going to be waiting a very long time."

His sapphire eyes were filling up with tears and he kept trying to move his head. Then he said, "Please don't play with me Harry. Please don't be using this way as a distraction or something because I can't take anymore lies."

I didn't feel hurt or tried to plead my case with him because I knew why he was saying it. He had been hurt a lot by lies from exs, me, and his own family. I didn't like that he questioned me but I understood. I held his face steady so he would look into my eyes and see how serious I was taking this as I spoke, "I have never been this serious about someone in my life."

"You changed your furniture for Roman," He said back and I had to grin a little before responding, "I can buy furniture every month if I wanted to, that doesn't mean shit to me. Now, sharing a story about how I got stabbed and actually trying to salvage a relationship, I think I can call that love."

"You barely know me though," He finally said moving my hands from his face, "What could you possibly love about me?"

"Your loyalty," I answered quickly, "You call me out on my shit and aren't afraid to give me shit back. Plus, you don't care how much money I have, you want the most simplest things. You also aren't afraid to be who you are, even if people don't understand it."

I kissed his hand and said, "Chris you are a special person. You have flaws. Trust me your anger can get you into a lot of shit but you are my little firecracker. Hopefully."

He smiled for the first time since we begin talking. Then he said, "Just ask me to be your boyfriend already."

I was still holding his hands as I joked, "I don't know, I'm not sure I- "

Then he kissed me and it set my spirit on fire. This was deeper than the ones we had shared before. It wasn't hot and hurried, it was intimate and earth shattering. Then, placing his forehead against mine, he expressed, "I love you too."

I tried to go in for another kiss but he stopped me to speak again, "I'm serious Harry. Don't fucking hurt me or you will never get another chance."

I nodded quickly, showing him that I was in it if he was. I was emotionally tired just like he was as I wrapped my arms around him. I clutched him tight as he did the same to me. Then I finally heard him breathe and it felt like I could feel his release. I finally understood why he kept saying not to hurt him. He was giving me all of him in just this one embrace. When he pulled back still holding me, I knew what to expect next.

He kissed me again, the same soulful kiss we shared earlier. Then I decided to move my hands to his sides, pulling him in even closer. The kiss was getting heated quickly considering we had both been ignoring the obvious sexual tension we had. I could feel us move back towards the couch before we fell onto the floor.

We shared a short laugh before we went back to kissing. His hands were in my hair as I wrapped his legs around me. Our tongues swiftly combined making it hard to even know who tongues was whose. I let my hand travel up his side as the other was on his neck. I moved against him, feeling his erection grow with mine. I went to remove his shirt when the door swung open.

"Just please listen to me!" Darrius yelled as I heard footsteps going up the stairs.

"Caleb!" He yelled again but then I heard a door slam. Darrius then turned to go back outside until he saw us. He didn't try to make a joke or anything. He just looked pissed off and hurt as he walked out.

"What's going on?" Chris asked having his hand on my chest and at this moment I knew that Chris and I were needed elsewhere.

"I think you should go check on Darrius," I said getting off of him. He nodded before reaching out his hand so I could help him up. The door was still wide open, so I could hear Darrius speed off. This must be a really bad argument for him to just leave. Chris straighten himself up as he begins to gather up his things and put on his shoes.

I escorted him to the door and we stood there staring for a moment before he spoke, "At least we made it through a day without having sex."

"And they doubted us," I added and he laughed then his face fell.

"Now, they need us."

"Yeah," I said sounding a little sad that he had to go, "I wish Darrius didn't rush off, so we could talk to them both here."

He nodded in agreeance before he leaned in before giving me a kiss on the forehead, "Go to your brother before you have to get ready to go."

I had almost forgot about my trip. Chris and I were having a great time just being around each other it slipped my mind. I smiled as he walked off to his car. I closed the door and begin to make my way up the stairs. I could hear Caleb throwing things around his room and probably calling Darrius every name in the book. I knocked on his door before Caleb opened it to reveal his blood shot eyes. I couldn't even get the question out before he cried, "He broke up with me."