Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 89674 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 448(@200wpm)___ 359(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89674 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 448(@200wpm)___ 359(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
After what my family did to us, I somehow manage to not only survive, but to thrive. I’m an attorney, a junior partner in one of the most prestigious law firms in the country. The climb up the ladder is daunting. But my guy, the love of my life, pushes me to never give up, and I haven’t. We know the sacrifices we’re making will give us a better life once my education pays off.
While that’s all true, fast forward in time. Somehow, I’ve lost my way. I’m walking a tightrope where one wrong step could cost me everything. Now I’m stuck in a place I never planned to be with a man who’s losing faith in me by the second.
Beau Brooks
My determination to be a self-made man is becoming a hard goal to achieve. I couldn’t have asked for a better partner. I love him beyond reason, but all that devotion isn’t helping me get through the long, lonely days and nights for months on end. Dash puts everything else first and is morphing into a man I don’t recognize, leaving me to live a life I never wanted.
When I finally see the truth in a way I can’t overlook, leaving my love is the only real option. Am I strong enough to make a change or will I continue to fade into the hidden shadows where Dash seems to want me to dwell?
Our strong relationship could unravel when the differences become too hard to ignore. Can the bonds we forged in our past hold us together or will our carefully laid foundation crumble, leading us to separate lives?
The Gravity Series is an unforgettable whirlwind romance chronicling the love of two men over three decades. Fusion heats up the scene with passionate alpha males who navigate the often rocky road to love. Love’s rarely easy, but when it’s true, it’s a battle worth fighting for.
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Part 1
1: The Booty Bounce
Beau
May 2006
Dallas, Texas
Enter me into a sexy, all male dance-off, and you’d see me win.
No doubt, I’d bounce my way into a grand prize trophy. Obviously, I needed to hit the dance floor more often, because when I did, the magic happened. My signature move? Hip shaking and butt bouncing. Of course, I didn’t do them together. That’d be impossible. Instead, I’d created a synchronized movement to the beat of a funky electronic tune. I didn’t even know music like that existed.
Damn, I had to be making Dash proud tonight. I didn’t know why I was nervous about coming to his law school’s end of semester party. I was the toast of the gathering. The women who attended loved me. Screw Dash’s dumb parents. They didn’t think I fit into their high-class world. Well, look at me now.
I wish Dash had his fancy cell phone with him instead of leaving it with the checkroom attendant. I needed photographic proof of my greatness tonight. As awesome as I felt, chances leaned to not remembering any of this in the morning. Dash made sure my glass never emptied.
Thanks to Alexis, one of Dash’s classmates and my personal twerk coach, I was able to continue drinking while dancing like a professional. It had to do with my shoulders. If I kept them straight and didn’t move my upper body, I managed to get more of my cocktail—a total Dash word—into my mouth rather than on the dance floor.
All the ladies cheered me on, adding in an occasional ass slap of appreciation. Dash gave a few of those too, encouraging others to do the same.
The song changed, causing me to be torn with whether I should lean or rock with it. Such a complicated query—another Dash word that stuck inside my head. After at least a solid five seconds of contemplation, I decided to do both. Swaying while shaking my hips. Since I held a glass in my hand, only one arm flew into the air. Apparently, my head wanted in on the action, playfully tilting in the opposite direction of my hips.
An annoying voice inside my head kept trying to harsh my good vibes. Hinting that the spicy dark rum might be responsible for my oddly confident ego. But I knew exactly how to silence all that negativity and took a hearty gulp of the magical elixir Dash had concocted, then made perfect with the help of the bartender.
This drink was basically an RSVP to my hangover in the morning. Since my current life strategy was to live on a second-by-second basis, I’d deal with tomorrow when it came.
I really liked the people Dash went to school with. We were having a blast. I wouldn’t call them laid-back, and just like Dash, they had ambition and determination, but not meanness. They also knew how to throw down a good party and went at it hard.
Unlike they had Dash, nobody questioned my age, which was legally below the required twenty-one years old to be inside this club. I liked that too. I never got carded. Dash on the other hand had to show his identification everywhere we went.
My guy and I had given ourselves a forty-eight hour deadline to emotionally get past what Dash’s parents had done to us. Actually, we were thirty-six hours into Dash continually apologizing to me. I’d tried my best to make him chill, but that attempt hit an immovable brick wall. His stubbornness knew no bounds, leaving me to count the hours until I never had to hear another I’m sorry again.
The club was modern and posh. A ritzy kind of place situated on a floor close to the top of a downtown Dallas high-rise. The three hundred sixty degree view displayed the Dallas skyline from every angle.
In the heart of the shallow swimming pool was a clear, raised, floating dance floor. It had to be close to midnight. Only a couple of hours left before the night came to an end.
“Beau,” Dash hollered, weaving like a ninja through the crowded dance floor. He was my hydration hero tonight. He came with two full shots of something that was sure to make my head swim. Without missing much of a beat, he handed me the shot then swiped away my almost empty glass, summoning a waiter as if out of thin air.
“Do you want me to take anything else?” the waiter asked loud enough to be heard over the music. Dash encouraged me to down my shot at the same time he did then passed those glasses to the waiter too. He never broke eye contact with me.
“I love you. I’m sorry for what my parents did,” he hollered, angling his body flush against mine. As if destiny had taken hold of the moment, the song changed, slowing everyone down. We moved together as one. I wrapped my free arm casually around his waist. His tight hold held us together. My guy was a silly romantic once he began to drink. And that spoke volumes since Dash knew how to turn on the charm at any given moment.