Black Hurricane

He said nothing more, and I got up to leave.He didn't stop me, and there was still anger between his brows.I felt like I had to say something before I got someone who wasn't drunk to drive me home.

"We had sex without a condom two days ago," I whispered, wrapping my arms around my chest. "Then you brought me here, sat me down with a serious face, a stack of papers in front of me, and serious fear in your eyes. You refused to say a word until the kitchen people were empty. You What the hell do I think?" I took a deep breath and rubbed my fingers between my brows. "I'm leaving now. See you tomorrow for practice."

I turned to leave when Dean stood up, grabbed my wrist, and dragged me back into the chair without giving me a chance to struggle.He leaned down and sealed my mouth with an aggressive kiss.My anger subsided for a moment, but instead, pain, anger, and fear flowed through my veins again.Feelings of frustration wash over me like a tidal wave and he hugs me, pushing his tongue into my mouth.

When I could finally push him away, he grabbed my other wrist just in time to stop me from punching him in the face.We stared at each other, panting, I was furious, he was lustful.

"What the hell do you mean?" I growled through gritted teeth.

"You're so sexy when you're angry." I was about to punch him when he squeezed my wrist.

Yin and Rick were quietly arguing aside.It sounded like Yoon wanted to give us some privacy, but Rick refused to leave.

"I'm sorry," Dean finally said softly, letting some of my anger go away. "I understand why you're thinking that. I had a quick test yesterday and it turned out I didn't have any infection. I'm pretty sure you don't have any. What I want to talk to you has nothing to do with HIV."

He gently opened my wrist, sat back on the chair, and kept his eyes on me the whole time.Out of the corner of my eye, I see Yoon poking Rick, telling him to keep working.

"Then, what is it?" I rubbed my sore wrist, my anger still lingering.

"Your attic. I bought it."

I stared at him for a while, trying to figure out what was going on, but my mind went blank.

"You bought it? My attic?"

"Yes." Dean swallowed, and moved closer, as if he was ready to fight with me again. "The first time you came backstage and punched me in the face, you said you were going to lose your home. I asked Jack's assistant to check what was going on, and it turned out that the attic had already been sold. I made an offer that new buyers couldn't refuse."

I frowned and looked at the folder on the table, completely dumbfounded.

"So...you are my landlord?"

"Not really." I looked up and saw a hint of worry in Dean's eyes.

Dean pursed his lips and moved the chair closer to me.

"I want to give it to you, you know, for your royalties for writing The Whore of Hades. Jack has already drafted the paperwork."

He opened the folder and pulled out document after document that I would never have the patience to read through.

Rick left Yin and a pile of dirty dishes and leaned over to crane his neck and look over Dean's shoulder to see the deed.He met my eyes, and I nodded, motioning for him to look.

While Rick was looking at the file, I looked at Dean, really not knowing what to say or how to feel.I hope he doesn't expect me to fall into his arms like a woman who just received a dove's egg diamond ring—that's never going to happen.It felt a bit like he was trying to buy me off again, but instead of blowing up like before, I took a deep breath and sat back in my chair.

"This is a deed of assignment for half the building," Rick said, putting the papers down.

Dean's gaze slid from Rick to me, and he shrugged awkwardly. "That song is worth a lot of money. It's the contract that Jack drafted. It says that after you get the assignment, you can't 'sue me bankrupt' again. Count it as your royalties."

"Are you doing this so I don't sue you for plagiarism?" I asked, still not knowing how to feel.

Dean looked evasively from me to the floor, then from the floor to me.He twisted and twisted in his chair, adjusting his position uneasily.

"Uh, yes! Yes, that's it." His voice without confidence and his avoidance of looking at me clearly showed that things were not what he said at all.So what is he for?

"What am I going to do with half a building?"

"Do whatever you want. You can continue to rent it out as a warehouse, or open a gallery on the ground floor. It's just a vacant space anyway."

"Why did Mr. Ambers come to tell me that the loft is going to be remodeled and a new buyer is going to move in?"

"Well, uh..." Dean muttered, looking at the floor again. "I was going to invite you to stay here during the renovations, but everything happened too fast, beyond my expectations. Your loft is too small, and I would scare you if I expanded it. I'm so stupid , I mean, I should have told you sooner, but I never dared. I didn't want to upset you because I screwed up one thing after another about you. It's all like Turned into a black hole and it's been pulling me in since day one. I just hope you don't get mad."

He looked at me expectantly.Is my mood really so unstable that he dare not even open his mouth to tell me about it?Well, it's driving me nuts that he said he was going to give it to me from the start when I was dying to lose it.But in retrospect, I really couldn't find a suitable time to confide in this matter.

"I wanted to tell you at the factory, but I was scared."

"I'm not angry," I said, slowly suppressing resentment and anger.Dean sighed in relief and sat back in his chair. "But honestly, what are you going to do with the attic extension? A new roof instead of the old sloping one? Tell you I like the old one."

Rick cuts in and flops down on the chair, leaning against the table. "That's so cool, Jess. You have a lot of room to play. You can make a hole in the floor and connect the attic to the one below. So they can be your studio. You keep complaining that there is no place for your painting."

"Yeah, that's what I thought too," Dean said, looking at Rick with a twinkle in his eyes.I think Rick kind of took on a big project for himself.

It would be cool to have a studio, but their suggestion made me feel a little overwhelmed.Now for the fact that Dean gave me half a house in downtown Boston, it must have cost him a lot of money.

"I'm not sure……"

"Think about it," Rick continued. "You could do it all. Or start with these two rooms, because the other floors are still rented out." He grabbed the white folder, turned it over, and sketched a rough sketch of the fourth floor.

"We can go through here and put the ladder here. It would be better to put a round spiral ladder, which saves space, or if we build the ladder in the corner, just build a step in the wall. We can Put the kitchen here and the bathroom here."

"How should he explain it to the IRS?" Kal-El popped out with Terry somehow, as if by magic.

I sat back with a mixture of regret and relief.Of course I'm not really planning to take over half the building. "It's over now."

"Jack can handle this," Dean said, carefully reaching out and taking mine.I didn't push it away, so he squeezed it tightly and smiled at me. "He has someone who knows how to handle all tax issues. He can handle it."

I held his hand tightly back. "But I can't take half of your building. Not even the attic. Maybe you can let me rent—"

"You don't know how much money 'Whore of Pluto' made our band, how much publicity it brought us. The first album was a success, but the second album - 'Pluto' to be exact "The Whore" single - giving us a place on the international music scene."

"That's what it means, right? Royalty?" I asked.I doubt my royalties would buy half the building, but I don't think Dean will admit it.

He smiled and squeezed my hand tighter. "Yes, that's it. I own the other half of the building."

"I guess that way we're partners."

Dean smiled even more.He took my hand and kissed it on his lips. "Yes, we are. If you want a pure business partnership, then we are. We can renovate the whole building first as an investment. Or we can just leave it as it is. Now you can sign it Yet?"

I finally sighed and leaned back in my chair. "Okay, I'll sign it."

He grinned so wide that I wondered for a while whether his face would split in two.He turned over the folder Rick was still doodling on, and conjured up a pen.

By the stove, Terry met mine with shining eyes.

"Can you ask Alex to come over and look at this contract?"

"Of course." Terry rushed out of the kitchen like a wind.

"I'm going to tell the others," Rick said excitedly.

"Is it necessary?" I asked angrily.

"They'll know anyway."

He was right.Now I have deeply realized that don't hide things from them, anyway, they will know in the end.

Yoon disappeared too, and it was just me and Dean in the end, and I turned to him.

"Why did you buy a building like this? You could have bought a mansion on the outskirts of the city."

"I don't want a mansion. I want to live with you"

"So you're going to move into this building?"

"If you don't mind," he said after a moment's hesitation. "I thought maybe we could knock out a few walls and it would be a whole big apartment, so, you know, if we decide we want to move in together, we could live on one floor and the loft would serve as a work I was thinking, for now, we can continue to rent out the other floors, so that we can earn some money, and you can open the ground floor as a gallery. Or we can also rent it out as a commercial shop. "

Move in... live together?Is this his real plan to transfer the deed?He's planning for our future and won't discuss it with me?God, he's starting to make his own way again.I'm really mad at me, if we're going to be together, he'll be cured, but I'm happy to be building a future with Dean, so I hold my anger down for now.But the progress was still too fast, too fast.Maybe for now I'd rather live in the attic and let him live downstairs.

"I, I'm not saying that we have to live together. I'm just thinking that maybe we will want to live together in the future," he added quickly, becoming less confident as he spoke.

The cute and rare insecurity on his face made my anger extinguished at once.I leaned over and gave him a lingering kiss.

"Okay," I whispered, and kissed him again.Dean moaned more like a sob as he stood up and pulled me into his arms.His body was pressed against mine and we kissed and touched and fell for each other.When we were finally able to breathe, he looked me in the eyes and asked, "Is it the 'yes' that you'd like to accept the assignment, or the 'yes' that you'd like to live with me?"

Damn go all out!If things don't go well, I'll just walk away.This is not the first time I have made major life choices based on my feelings.

"It's all!" I muttered and kissed him again, and I vaguely heard Terry's faint words: "Oh my god, the old man's girlish heart."