Chapter VI: I Need Some Time

Grimmjow sighed as his cell buzzed against his desk. He rolled his eyes and ignored it as he looked over a spreadsheet trying with earnest to find the error that was causing revenue loss for his client. He couldn't concentrate though, due to the incessant vibrating of his phone. Finally he relented and grabbed the offending device and placed it against his ear.

"What?!"

"Is that any way to address the love of your life, Grimmjow?" a sultry feminine voice poured through the receiver and Grimmjow rolled his eyes once more.

"What the hell, T? What could you possibly want, and why do you have to call while I'm at work? I got important shit to do."

"Oh wow, someone's testy. Well, I just wanted to pick a day to meet up so I can give you your key back and get my stuff out of your penthouse."

"Fucking mail it, and get a U-Haul," he growled.

"Is there really a need for you to be so crass, Grimmjow? I mean, you had to have seen this coming." That simple statement was enough to make Grimmjow hang up. He immediately turned his phone off and paged his assistant.

"Momo, if Tier calls, do not put her through, or you're fired."

"Uh, y-yes sir. Anything else I can do for you, sir?" Grimmjow ran a hand over his face. He'd never made it a part of his job to scare the hell out of his secretary, though he somehow managed to do it a lot.

"No, that's all. You can go for a break if you'd like. Thanks, Momo."

"No problem, Mr. Jaegerjaquez. I will be back in fifteen minutes; please do not destroy anything while I'm gone." Grimmjow chuckled.

"I won't."

He honestly couldn't believe that Tier had the nerve to call him like that. How the fuck was he supposed to see that shit coming? He didn't know about her, but he was pretty damn happy, more or less. Okay, so he was a little bored with the sex, but sex isn't everything, right? She also had a nasty habit of nagging the absolute bejesus out of him, but that was something he could look over since he loved her and all that noise. He did love her at some point; or did he? Now that he was thinking about it, he never recalled saying it out loud, but then again, neither did she, that he could remember. She'd been to his estate twice in the entirety of their two-year relationship; he'd rented a penthouse in the downtown area, since she needed to be there for her work, and she also didn't particularly care for the quiet, gated community that he lived in anyway.

That brought him to another conclusion: they didn't have a single thing in common. Tier was a lingerie model, Grimmjow a businessman. They only really saw each other on weekends, with the occasional evening dinner date if Grimmjow didn't have too much work to do, or Tier wasn't traveling for fashion shows. She wasn't interested in his motorcycle collection, (she was scared to death of riding them) and she called him childish for playing video games. She looked at some of his drawings once, and commented, "well it's good you're rich and successful already". At the time, he laughed it off; but now, after they'd broken up, he could see all this shit for what it really was. He came to a third and final conclusion: Tier Harribel was a bitch.

He focused his attention back on his work and managed to get a few corrections made before Nnoitra burst through his office door followed closely by the ever-stoic Ulquiorra.

"You dumb fucker!" Nnoi yelled, causing Grimmjow to raise an eyebrow. The skinny male flopped himself down in one of the chairs and his pale companion followed suit.

"Okay, I'm gonna give you a chance to explain that before I kick your ass," Grimmjow stated blandly, as he emailed the corrected spreadsheet to his client.

"You seem to have conveniently forgotten that we had a meeting with Yoruichi Shihoin today," Ulquiorra said. Grimmjow rolled his eyes.

"I told you I wouldn't be there."

"Yeah, but that doesn't mean that she wouldn't be pissed about it," Nnoitra lamented. Grimmjow propped his cheek on his fist, completely uninterested. "She scared the shit outta us! Almost made me think Ulquiorra was a real boy." At that, Grimmjow laughed loudly.

"Look, I knew she'd be pissed, but she brought this on herself. Old broad needs to learn to see with her eyes and not her hands."

"Anyway, how'd the shit go with your new plaything?" Nnoi asked. Grimmjow rolled his eyes, but smiled nonetheless.

"He's not a plaything, shithead. He's my. . .I guess the term's. . .boyfriend?" Nnoitra gasped and Ulquiorra raised an eyebrow. Grimmjow leaned back in his chair, giving his companions a confused look. "What?"

"Uhh, that's a little speedy, don't you think, officer?" Nnoi responded. Ulquiorra gave a slight nod in assent. "I mean, didn't you pay the kid to come to your house so you could fuck him?"

"Hell no! He's seventeen, man."

"You're having relations with a minor?" Ulquiorra asked, a hint of shock in his otherwise monotonous tone. Grimmjow ran a hand over his face.

"I. Am. Not. Fucking. Him."

"Then what the fuck are you paying him for?!" Nnoitra yelled. This time, both of Ulquiorra's eyebrows greeted his hairline.

"Is the minor also a prostitute?" Grimmjow ignored the question, simply because he found it stupid and turned his attention to Nnoitra.

"You're telling me you fucked Shinji before he turned eighteen?" The lanky male cleared his throat and suddenly found the carpeted floor extremely interesting.

"Look, this isn't about me; I was asking a serious question before we started our dangerous trek into the peanut gallery. You sure the kid ain't just a Chamberlain?"

Grimmjow hadn't thought of it that way. Honestly, he just felt right about the kid, something he hadn't felt with any of the people he'd dated previously. Now that Nnoitra had brought it up though, he was having second thoughts. Could he be subconsciously using Ichigo as rebound? That was the very last thing he wanted to do. Maybe it'd be better if they waited for a while before starting a relationship. He didn't want the orange haired male to think that he didn't want to be with him, but he needed time to figure out. . .whatever this was, and he also needed to make sure he was completely done with Tier. Bitches could get clingy when they wanted to.

"I don't know, man. I guess I should think about this a little more, huh?"

"Uh, yeah, dude. Anyways, back to Yoruichi. She bitched the entire time. . ." Grimmjow promptly tuned Nnoitra out and became lost in his thoughts. He surmised that he should tell the boy that he definitely wanted to be with him, but that he needed a little time to settle things between himself and his ex. He didn't exactly want to tell Ichigo about Tier, but he figured it'd be best to start out with everything completely open, if there was going to be a chance of them having an actual relationship.

"Dude, are you even listening right now?" Nnoitra asked, snapping Grimmjow out of his thoughts.

"Of course not," the CEO responded easily.

"Better quit thinking so hard or you'll set the fire alarms off." They shared a laugh-a slight smirk for Ulquiorra-before Grimmjow became serious once more.

"You think I was wrong for not telling Ichigo about T?" he asked. Nnoitra seemed to ponder the inquiry for a minute before he answered.

"Maybe. I do think you were wrong for asking the kid to be in a serious relationship with you. What are you thinking about man?" Grimmjow furrowed his eyebrows.

"What do you mean by that?"

"I think what our less-than-eloquent comrade is trying to say is that the boy is far too young. You are, and I quote you when I say this, a 'grown ass man'. The space between you two age-wise will eventually become an issue whether you want it to or not," Ulquiorra stated.

"Plus, you're supposed to be his financee, not his fiancé." Grimmjow raised an eyebrow.

"Proud of yourself there?" Nnoitra nodded happily and Grimmjow ran a hand over his face. "Alright, look; you guys are sort of right, okay? But I like Ichigo a lot, and I want to see where this goes. I'll just help him out for now. He's a good kid, so I don't mind."

"So you're not gonna fuck him? I'm confused. . ." Grimmjow turned his chair so that the back was facing his friends.

"Get out."


Another plot-pusher, hope you don't mind...also, if you spot any mistakes will you let me know please? I don't really have a beta for this, just a friend who reads it for fun...thanks so much for reading...until next time,

Patd06