Convincing Leopold by Ava March

Author:Ava March
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, pdf
Tags: lawyer;solicitor;gay romance;Regency romance;erotic romance;rakehell;historical romance;unrequited love;bad boy;reformed;established lovers;gentlemen
Publisher: Samhain Publishing, Ltd.
Published: 2016-02-08T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Six

Leopold stopped at the street corner and glanced about. Thick clouds hung in the night sky, masking the moon, leaving only the occasional streetlamp to illuminate the empty intersection.

Where the hell were all the bloody hackneys? By God, he needed one right now.

Clenching his hands at his sides, he fought to hold tight to the anger and wounded pride still churning through his veins. Fought to keep the dark, heavy blanket of despair from completely overwhelming him. If he could just make it home…

Giving up on a hackney as a lost cause, he crossed the street and continued on. He definitely should not have sent his carriage home earlier. He should have known Arthur would not hold true to his word. Should have known the man had simply been pushing him off, yet again, last night during the ride from his uncle’s. Arthur had not really wanted him to stay tonight. The offer had been simply a means to pacify him, a polite version of no. Now he would have to walk all the way to Mayfair. With each step he took, a twinge of pain flared from his left hip. He would surely find a spectacular bruise come morning. A physical mark declaring Arthur’s true feelings.

He doesn’t want me anymore.

His legs gave out from under him, his knees impacting with the stone walkway. His gut lurched violently, his back bowing under the force of it. The acrid taste of bile stung his throat, filled his mouth. He tried to fight it, tried to take a shallow breath and push it down. But the effort proved in vain.

His stomach heaved. The remnants of his supper splattered the walkway. His stomach clenched again and again, the spasms seizing his body and rendering him completely helpless, until absolutely nothing remained.

Hanging his head, he gasped for breath in long yet shallow pulls. Cold sweat pricked his skin. His gut ached as though he had been the recipient of a prizefighter’s blow, but at least the spasms had subsided.

Far beyond caring enough to reach for a handkerchief, he dragged his forearm across his mouth. As he gave himself a moment to verify that his stomach had finished torturing him, he stared down at the mess he had created on the cold, stone walkway.

You’re goddamn pathetic.

And weak and worthless and beyond fucking pitiful.

No wonder Arthur did not want him anymore. He did not even want himself.

The sound of an approaching carriage reached his ears. Unwilling to remain on his knees for all to see, he urged his limbs to cooperate and pushed to his feet. The carriage rumbled past him, moving along at a nice clip.

To think he had once been so certain Arthur would come to love him.

Bloody fool. Why would a man like Arthur ever love someone like him? He had nothing to offer except his body and his skill at sucking cock. He flexed his hand at his side, trying to throw off the painful memory of Arthur, soft and flaccid, beneath his palm.

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