The Divorce (Starting Over Book 1) by Metzger Matthew J

Author:Metzger, Matthew J. [Metzger, Matthew J.]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Tags: LGBT Romance Fiction
Publisher: Pride Publishing
Published: 2019-09-09T16:00:00+00:00

Me: You free? Got designs on your dick. Then maybe we can talk? x

There was no immediate reply, but he tossed the phone aside and rolled the car back out of the gym car park. He’d go home, get some dinner and a shower and by then Gabriel would have surfaced from wherever he was—or whoever was in him—and texted back. Aled didn’t even care if it was a case of sloppy seconds at this point. He just wanted to have a bit of bloody fun.

But all notion of fun evaporated out of his system when he got home and saw the corner of brown envelope sticking out of the letterbox.

“Fuck,” he whispered.

Wildly hoping he’d missed a payment to the TV licensing people, he opened the front door as gingerly as if the package could be a bomb. But it was worse.

It was crumpled and the envelope a little torn, as if it had been roughly forced through the letterbox, and when Aled turned it over, the return address was to a solicitor’s office in Huddersfield.

The same solicitor on the last packet.

Melissa’s.

Aled closed his eyes, suddenly feeling sick. How had they gotten here? He’d loved Melissa ever since he was fourteen, had vowed to be with her forever, had married her with every intention of adhering to ‘until death do us part’. And now he was standing in his hall, holding the second pack of divorce paperwork she’d tried to give him and planning a conversation with a man he met on Grindr about whether or not Aled would be allowed to chain him up in the basement and use him like a sex slave on Saturday nights.

God, how had it fucking come to this?

His phone buzzed in his pocket and Aled stormed into the kitchen, shoving the envelope in the back of a drawer. He couldn’t deal with that. Not now. He was—he was going to take Gabriel out to dinner and find out his dealbreakers and persuade him that Aled wasn’t dangerous to play with.

Not this. Not this, not a divorce, not losing her, not this.

Aled breathed, his fingers trembling, and shook his head. Fuck. It was too late. The plan was careering away from him. He couldn’t do this. Not now, not today. Fuck. Fuck!

He twisted and slammed his fist into the plaster by the doorframe. The plaster crumbled and the pain that lanced up his forearm cleared his thoughts. He was too upset for this. His head was in bits and he wouldn’t really hear whatever Gabriel told him. He’d either end up hurting Gabriel or hurting himself by mistaking resistance for the sake of the game as resistance for the sake of consent.

“Fuck,” he whispered and fumbled for his phone. The buzz had been a text from Gabriel and Aled swallowed, dialling.

“Hey! So I’m—”

“I’m sorry,” Aled interrupted. “It’s been a bloody shitty day and I know what I just said, but I’m in completely the wrong place to do it right now.”

Gabriel made a quiet noise.

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