Wrong Number - Tronnor

Coffee and Contracts

Troye's Point Of View:

I watched him from the across the table, taking the time to study every single piece of him. He was gorgeous, his hands linked together as he stared up at me. He was nervous, that was clear though his green eyes held a spark of confidence, something that reminded me of his power in the situation.

We'd met to discuss the contract, the one thing that would not only link me to the company though would also keep me in contact with the strip club. It would be prepare me and make me a member of the family, and for that I was dreading signing. There were boys there, people and rules that I never wanted to be associated with though under the warmth of Connor's eyes, I couldn't find myself to say no.

Connor was always someone, someone that you just felt linked to and without him, I felt not only lonely though as if I was missing a piece of me. So, sitting across from him in a dim cafe, with nothing but the sound of small chatter around his, I felt happier when he smiled at me before moving to grab a piece of paper out of his bag. You could see his posture change as he grabbed, happy Connor changing to a more serious one within an instance. You could see his back straighten, his lips curling up and his bit on the top once, teasing the skin on it slowly.

'You don't have to sign it, you know that right?' He asked, as he placed the piece of paper down in front of me. It was a small font though you could see the bold handwriting, illuminating very strict rules. I didn't want to read it and I didn't want to sign it. I looked up into Connor's eyes and could almost feel just how tense he was, how desperate he was through the look in his eyes.

'What are the rules?' I ask, sliding the paper back to him. I think he got the message as he grabbed the piece of paper, narrowing his eyes to read off of the page.

'The first rule is that you've got to be respectful, don't cause any arguments or anything with anyone. The family is really chill and we don't want drama as it will affect the business. The rest is really basic, you've mainly got to submit to me. You're not allowed to really date anyone else and you're not allowed to have sex with me or anyone in the family. You're going to be okay and you're promised protection by all of us if you sign," He was shaking as he spoke, having to stop at times to take a breath and relax.

'How will it affect my personal life? Any restrictions on who and can and can't hang out with?' I asked, the nerves affecting my voice. I wanted so badly to get up and run, scream. Yell at someone that I was not weak, though I needed help and needed someone to help me get through this.

'Nothing will change, Tro. You're just not allowed to be in a relationship with anyone,' He spoke calmly, his hand reached out to grabbed mine though I flinched at the touch. His eyes turned sad though changed back to normal once I reached my hand out and hooked it with his.

'What about my relationship with you?' I asked teasingly, cooing at the small blush that made it's way onto his cheeks. He looked me dead in the eyes and whispered ' that will be more alive than ever' before we were cracking up laughing, reaching for pens and signing the sheet.

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We made our way back to his apartment slowly, enjoying the sound of music throughout the car as we drove back. We'd made a total of five detours before we both grew bored and drove home. It was quiet inside his apartment, way too quiet. It was basically empty, everything looking clean, untouched.

'I haven't been home recently, that's why it's so tidy,' He explained as he moved to the couch, his shoes being kicked to the corner of the room as he moved.

'Where have you been?' I asked, moving to sit down next to him. The couch was soft on my back, allowing me to relax finally.

'Working, mainly. There's been a lot of drama with the boys so there has been numerous meetings with all of them. Just business stuff, don't worry about it,' He was quick to change the subject which surprised, he was usually open with everything.

I decided to brush off the topic and just hug him tightly to my chest. That's how the night continued, Connor snuggling into my chest as we lay down on the couch. It was my last night as myself, since signing with his contract I would have to do an actual show.

Why the fuck did I sign that contract:?