SPACES [Editing]

Metaphors

"With all due respect, Ben, what the fuck are you getting at?" I asked, losing all the temper that I had left in my body. Because here he is, right in front of me, thinking I 'turned gay' and that I'm only 'into it for the money'. And I only met him ten minutes ago!

"No need to get feisty, Louis. You're lucky you're even talking to me right now. I'll cut to the chase. I want you to break up with Harry. I can give you proper compensation for it. Name your price." He said, not even thinking about what he's saying.

"Stop spitting shit out from your mouth, Ben. I'm not in it for the money." I told him, looking straight into his eye.

"You could be," he suggested, and just, what the fuck is he thinking? "I won't do mob shit on you, you're not that big of a deal. I won't hurt you if you don't take my offer, but you're probably going to regret it in the future. Imagine how much you can do with that amount of money. Come on. Name your price and I'll have it deposited into your account."

"What's it to you? If I break up with him?" I asked. And don't get me wrong, I'm not thinking about taking his offer, not in a million years, but I just wanted to know why he's so desperate to even go through this process.

"Harry's good with the business stuff, you should know that by now. He's a natural. I want him in the company, you see. Like a business partner. I couldn't do that with you around. A man like him should just be a bachelor for as long as he can be. Like I told you, Harry's worth more than you know. And he could be worth so much more if he didn't have a husband who's clutching on to him for financial support."

"I should be telling you that, scumbag. Harry's worth more than you know. And I'm not like you think I am, I'm not like you. He can't be around people like you who would use him just to make more money. The world doesn't need people like you." I said, not even regretting what I said. It doesn't take me long enough to realize that I'm standing right in front of where he's seated, my pointer finger pointing directly at him.

"Excuse me?" He stood up, looking at me like I had no right to speak against him, his face a few inches away from mine. He grips my wrist, his nails burying into my skin and it doesn't hurt one bit. Maybe I was too preoccupied on planning his murder in my head, or maybe he wasn't strong enough to break me.

"Did I fucking flinch?" I said, his face shocked at my response, his eyebrows furrowed and his mouth slightly agape.

"I'm giving you a clean exit here, Louis. You can take the money and move to the other side of the country and we'll cover you up. You can start over, you can leave and he can move on from all this." He suggested and I don't know if he can hear how absurd he sounds right now. He's so desperate, it's almost like he would kneel down and beg if I ask him to.

"I don't want your money." I told him, shaking his grip on my wrist and turning to leave when the door was opened.

"What the fuck is happening here?" Harry said, his eyes obviously angry. Gemma followed him shortly after.

"You brought reinforcements?" Ben stood up to pour champagne again. This time, handing it to Harry who didn't take it. He just stood there, frozen, staring into Ben's eyes.

"Louis. Get out." He said, not even looking at my direction.

"I won't leave y--"