Page 69 of Havoc
“I love you,” he stated. Lawrence kissed him.
“I love you,” Remy responded.
“Yeah?” Lawrence asked, nipping his lower lip. “Show me.”
Somehow, they made it to the bedroom and undressed, lips barely parting. When Remy slid his hand down Lawrence’s back to his ass, he paused, and Lawrence smirked against his lips.
“I had plans for tonight,” he informed him.
“Mm, I see that.”
They ended up on the bed, Remy between his legs; his boyfriend slowly slid the plug out, pulling a low moan from him, which increased as he slid his dick in and bottomed out. The first thrust was slow and deep, and Lawrence knew the type of night he’d unlocked for himself.
27
Lawrence had been in meetings all day, and he had one more before he could call it a day. The end of the year was always busy for them, or at least for his co-workers. They scrambled to close deals and get contracts signed. It was annoying, honestly. Especially when he was pulled into their meetings to help them. He was being nice because he could let them suffer on their own.
He’d already surpassed his goal for the year. Unlike many of his co-workers, he’d started the year off pursuing clients and had met his goal by the end of August, while they’d decided to start the year slowly and relax. To each their own, but now they had ground to make up, and for several of them, he wasn’t sure how they would. The office would close Friday and not open back up for two weeks since both upcoming holidays fell in the middle of the week.
Lawrence had assumed that since they knew their raises and bonuses were based on performance, they would have done the work.
His phone rang, and it took him a second to realize it was his cell, not his office phone. He was glad because he was very close to throwing it against the wall if he had to deal with another co-worker asking him for help. He was doing so to be nice but also because one of his stipulations was that they had to put his name on their contract to give him credit for the help. It would look good when they had evaluations at the beginning of the year.
“Hey, Mom,” Lawrence greeted.
“Hey, son. How’s work?”
“It’s been a long week, and it’s only Tuesday. I hope yours is going better than mine.”
“It sounds like it is,” his mother responded. “Is it busy because it’s the end of the year or…?”
“People decided to wait until the eleventh hour to meet goals, and they’re scrambling. I’m sure a few of them started trying a couple of months ago, but it’s hard to get contracts signed close to the end of the year. Many companies would rather not show that change and cost on their financials before the new fiscal year.”
“I see. Well, maybe this will be a lesson to them.” She paused before shifting the subject. “I got a call from your father today.”
He refrained from rolling his eyes. He hadn’t spoken to his father since he’d called him and the rest of the bigots out two weeks ago. Lawrence wasn’t shocked he’d called his mother, just surprised at how long it’d taken him.
“That happened two weeks ago. Why’d he bother calling now?” he asked, leaning back in the chair.
“I think he was embarrassed that you knew and needed to figure out how to ask if I were the one that told you. He wasn’t too happy about me doing so.”
Lawrence shrugged even though she couldn’t see him. “If he was going to get upset about someone else telling me, he should have done it himself. He can’t pull the ‘he was waiting for the right time’ either because that should have been when I came out. He also could have called me to talk about it.”
“I agree with you. I think the entire situation hurt him. He was caught off guard.”
“Hewas caught off guard?” Lawrence scoffed. “He lured Remy and me down there for the sole purpose of getting us in a prayer circle to pray the gay away like it was an infection that needed an antibiotic. He called and asked me to celebrate with him and told me to bring Remy so he could try to save his soul through us. I have a hard time caring that he felt caught off guard. Maybe he should be honest with himself.”
“It’s hard for him to do that. Your grandfather was very religious and strict; Dennis got used to hiding who he was.”
“That man is dead,” Lawrence responded. “Has been for years. He's hiding now because he cares about the opinions of strangers far too much. That’s his issue. Not mine.”
His mom sighed because it was clear he didn’t care about his father’s feelings or why he was suppressing who he was or doing what he had. That was his cross to bear—his fight to take up arms, and Lawrence wouldn’t let him make him feel bad for who he was because he was happy in his skin.
“Why didn’t you tell me that happened?”
“So you could hop on a plane and try to pull out Claudia’s badly sewn-in tracks? I chose to pass.”
Silvia laughed. “That heifer does get on my nerves, and she needs a new hairdresser because the one she has hates her.”
