VII- Dancing with a stranger

Day 7

JOHN

As soon as I got up, I went to check Evan's bed, but it was still empty and the same as it was yesterday. So he hasn't yet arrived back. I stood up as soon as possible and went to the balcony to stretch.

I said quietly to myself, "I suppose it's just me for today." I know I like Evan and I am literally attracted to him—physically and emotionally—because ever since yesterday I have started to overthink everything. But what if I fall for him the same way I did for Hanz? Again, I'll be devastated and depressed.

I'm trying to get over the person I love, but am I still allowed to like someone? To get rid of the thought, I shook my head.

I asked myself, "Do I still love Hanz?" I've only been in Italy for a short while, but already I seem to have forgotten about Hanz in the midst of all Evan and I have been up to on our tours, which is fortunate because that's actually what I'm here for. I am quite aware of my tendency to be gullible, which is why I despise it so much. However, it feels different with Evan.

My own father has been abusing me since I was a little child, and it got worse after my mother died. Maybe because I didn't have that experience when I was younger, I am quickly smitten by people who make me happy.

All I was seeking after all this time was happiness, and I believed I had found it in Hanz. I was mistaken, though, because his emotional abuse of me is killing me. That's why I'm terrified of commitment, and because of that, I need to put an end to my feelings for Evan now while it's still early. In addition, after these seventeen days of vacation, we will start treating each other as strangers again.

Once inside the room, I inhaled deeply and grabbed my phone in anticipation of seeing a message from Evan. However, neither he nor anybody else was there, and there wasn't even a call. When I thought about it, I chuckled. We were not even boyfriends, so why would he message or call me? Why would he do something that needed updating? I placed the phone down and retreated to my bed.

I said to myself, "It's really boring when I'm alone; I wish you were here."

I mean, I'm used to hanging out with Evan. I thought of a place to go rather than constantly thinking about Evan. I want to get wasted, and I believe that the pub I visit today will allow me to do so.

EVAN

I had too much to drink the previous evening, which I realized when I woke up. Yes, my ex-boyfriend Jean Fernandes—whose name is pronounced John—and I were both drinking. He and I collaborated on photography projects for a significant New York corporation, and he was meant to accompany me on my vacation trip to Italy.

I felt a hand gripping me as I was getting ready to stand up, and when I turned to look, I saw that it was Jean. To put it simply, we were both naked. The fact that there were used condoms on the floor upset me little because I had hoped nothing bad would happen last night.

By leaving and allowing John to return to the hotel by himself, I allowed this to occur. As I stroked my face, I understood that I had betrayed John. This may have been avoided if I had declined Jean's request. I was unable to do it, however, as I also required an explanation for why Jean cheated on me with another man. In fact, I questioned whether I still liked him after the talks because, as far as I know, we simply liked each other before engaging in sexual activity. I can't think of myself as having loved him. We didn't, however, make it clear how we were linked together.

 Yesterday I left John and got up early since Jean had called and wanted to see me. Sincerely, I thought I had cheated on someone this time.

I got up and took a shower; after that, I should return to the hotel to see what John was going to do. I thought Jean had told me he merely wanted to see and chat with me while I was soaking myself, but I didn't anticipate that to happen to us. I inhaled deeply and kept on with the bath. I quickly got out of the bathroom and changed into yesterday's clothing after a short while. I couldn't afford to pack extra clothing, so I'll just wear them again.

I was busily buttoning my polo shirt when Jean inquired, "Are you leaving already?"

I simply said, "Yes." He let out a sigh, and I heard it. I turned to face him after hearing him exclaim, "Ahhh," and gave him a serious expression.

I turned around and was ready to walk away when he suddenly spoke and said he was sorry for what he had done, so I paused for a second and faced him again. "Let's not meet again, and please forget about what happened to us," I said to him in a very serious tone, but he didn't say a word; he simply nodded and grinned. I finally made my way out of his hotel room by slamming the door. It's too late, Jean. As soon as I exited the hotel, I flagged down a cab and got inside. Since I'm in a city, it will take me a little while to travel to the hotel where John and I stayed.

I felt a little hurt as I looked out the window and imagined John being alone at the railway station. Why do I feel like I betrayed him? I didn't mean to leave him like that, but Jean blackmailed me, so I'm stuck in the middle. When Jean called, he threatened me that he'd spread the images he had taken of me while I was unclothed. Yes, naked photos, since at one point when we worked together, we were on the set enjoying the success of our work. We drank because a magazine featured the product of our imagination. We decided to snap pictures together on set while celebrating our labor of love with wine when we were a little tipsy. To put it simply, at first, he simply took pictures of me before telling me to remove my clothes. Of course, at the time, I wanted him so badly that I foolishly obeyed, and guess what?

He unexpectedly approached me and kissed me when I was completely exposed. When I gave the kiss back, something happened to us on the set that day that I wasn't aware had been captured on camera. I pulled the flash drive out of my pocket and gave it a close look.

I decided to meet with him and speak with him in person since he assured me that he would present me with the necessary documentation. He kept his end of the bargain, so I can now breathe easily. But I can't hide the fact that I'm quite pissed off at both Jean and myself. I wouldn't have permitted John to return alone to the hotel if it weren't for this flash drive. When I took my phone and tried to turn it on, the battery had gone out, so I wasn't able to call John to let him know I was returning. 

JOHN

I told Francesco to drive me to the closest bar in the region as I'm now in the car. He also informed me that the area had a well-known bar, so I asked him to take me there. I made the decision to go to the pub as early as I could to see if I could see anything around since it's now dusk and Evan hasn't arrived yet. I was bored at the hotel all day while waiting for Evan, which took up the most of my day. Since I was so bored, I only managed to finish the first three chapters of my narrative. And each chapter would have more than 5,000 words. I'm almost out of creative ideas.

When we finally made it to town, there were quite a few people there—especially at the amusement park where Evan and I visited. Francesco abruptly came to a stop in front of a bar, so I exited the vehicle and entered the establishment. When I heard the loud music coming from within, I was just about to enter. As soon as possible, I rushed to the bar and ordered a vodka cocktail. The bartender simply nodded and began blending. I scanned the entire pub while I waited and noticed that there were still quite a few patrons present. There are couples kissing, buddy groups, and lone diners all seated at the same table.Neon lights are frequently seen at clubs; they are stunning to look at and match the pace of the music.

I immediately drank the drink I had ordered because it had already been consumed while the bartender was speaking to me. He asked a lot of questions about me, and of course I responded. Giving and receiving must take place, although, of course, I didn't offer him all the details. We simply started talking while drinking; in fact, I've already had a few vodkas and am starting to feel tipsy. He stared at me curiously, as if he were flirting with me, until I discovered that he had covertly grabbed and stroked my hand. Nico had a hot body, which caught my attention as I stared at him. He released my hand and handed me a piece of paper. I opened it and read the instructions, which said to follow him, and at that point I knew what was about to happen.

I looked at him after reading the note, and he sent me a signal with his eyes. The bystanders didn't seem to mind when I turned around and followed him as he walked in one direction. We moved through the bar's dim interior. Until we both walked inside a storage space. He locked the door when we entered and began to walk toward me. We initially just exchanged blank looks until he held my face and gave me a slow kiss.

Initially sweet, the kiss we shared got harsh as we both responded. I kissed back. As if there were no future after our kiss. I felt his fingers toying with my nipples as he abruptly inserted his hand inside my shirt as we were still kissing. Oh, sh*t, I'm dizzy; I can't even hold back a groan. I feel like I've had quite a bit to drink. I moaned even more as he stopped kissing me, lifted my shirt, and then abruptly sucked my nipples. Even I was unable to avoid cradling his head closer to mine since he was so skilled at sucking my nipples.

 He unfastened my jeans and yanked them down with my underwear. He abruptly spun me around to face the storage shelf. I became aware that he was licking my asshole and circling it with his tongue. I moaned even louder; it had been a long time since I had sex. He rose up and kissed my neck once he had had enough of kissing my behind. However, I could feel his hand on my ass whenever he managed to stick his finger in my gap, and I was not mistaken. He gently placed his finger into my anus, then carefully removed it after a successful insertion and repeated the process till it became quicker and quicker. I felt him create a hickey on my neck as he played with my hole with his finger, so I bit my bottom lip and moaned louder. He kept doing what he was doing simultaneously.

He leaned in close and murmured, "Let me fuck you," and I nodded as a response. I'm unable to stop, and I don't want him to stop right away. He stopped fingering me for a moment and pointed the tip of his cock at my hole. Nico's is superior to Hanz's, which was large, fatty, and lengthy.I felt my anus expand as he slowly inserted his cock, and we both moaned when he finished. I can feel every part of his dick twitching inside of me, and as he plays with my hard cock while riding me like a whore, I get even more pleasure from the experience. He furiously rode me while giving me a spanking in the behind.

He has been fucking me for a while, but he hasn't finished yet. He wasn't content just yet. He forced me to lie face down on the ground with my two hands on my back, making me appear to be a slave being punished by his master. I enjoyed it even more when he harshly inserted his entire shaft into my ass again.

Then I noticed that my semen was all over the floor as he suddenly began thrusting me harder, and I felt a warm, gooey substance inside my anus. He looked at me with a smile when he took out his pet, and we both laughed as he assisted me in standing up and we both changed into our clothes. Both my hair and my clothing were fixed by him. He kissed me on the lips and said, "Thank you," in a whisper, before we walked out of the storage room and back to the bar. In answer, I simply grinned.

After acting as though nothing had happened, we returned to the bar. Even better, Nico bought me vodka and let me sample additional libations. But I still find myself reflecting on what occurred earlier—right as Nico kissed me, I thought of Evan. In all honesty, I had a mental image of Evan during our sexual activity. No matter what I did to remove Evan from my head earlier, I still saw him. I feel terrible. I picture Evan fucking me. I took a shot of vodka and shook my head to get the thought out.

A few hours later, the pub was packed with patrons. Though a little lightheaded, I was still able to drink and I was eager to become inebriated. I was abruptly dragged onto the dance floor. I was feeling queasy, so I couldn't make out what he was whispering. I simply followed the pulse of the music as I danced with an unfamiliar person. Even though I could feel his body pressing against mine and his hand stroking my butt cheeks, I didn't care and just kept dancing.

EVAN

John wasn't in the room when I arrived at the hotel. At first, I did nothing except wait; perhaps he was on tour and would return to the hotel later in the evening. However, it was already after midnight, and John hadn't yet arrived. I called him numerous times out of worry, but he didn't pick up. I instantly stalked his Instagram, and I was astonished when I read his post: He was at a bar dancing with a guy who was hugging him, and he was very drunk. My fist tightened when I saw the man embracing him, so I didn't hesitate to go to that pub. As soon as I left the hotel, I called Francesco, John's driver, and asked him to take me to John. I don't know why, but even though we weren't boyfriends, I felt cheated and deceived.

When I arrived at the bar, I walked inside right away to look for John. However, I was unable to locate him, so I went up to the counter and asked the barista whether he was still there. He immediately responded, but first he wanted to know my name and my relationship with John. I lied, "I'm his husband," and he grinned while pouring a glass. He added sarcastically in his terribly Italian accent, "Ahh, so you're Hanz, the cheater and an irresponsible husband," and I couldn't say anything, so John told the bartender what he went through. Okay, that wasn't good.

He laughed and reached for John's phone; he handed it to me, pointing in the direction, and I followed his eyes. "Man, you're a terrible person," he muttered. On the dance floor, I observed John and a man kissing each other. My heart was racing even more. I called John, and then I went to him. I grabbed his hand and dragged him away from the bar. Even the man he kissed screamed, but I chose not to pay attention. John has to leave this place, please. John had his eyes closed when we exited; fortunately, I caught him just in time before he fell. He's as red as a tomato, so I picked him up right away in bridal style and carried him inside the car.

His head was placed on my legs when I had him lying down. I don't know why, but I'm incredibly irritated and angry. He's dancing and worse making out with a complete stranger, and that makes me so concerned about him. I briefly became aware of something on his neck. There were lots of hickeys, so I pulled his top a little to reveal more hickeys that were concealed. Why had he allowed this to happen to him? Making me even more irate and angry, I was suddenly guilty. Maybe it was retribution for leaving John at the theme park alone and letting him return to the hotel alone that anything bad happened to Jean and myself.

I was so frustrated that I caressed my face. What am I even thinking at this moment? I watched John's annoying lovely, kind face sleeping and thought, Why do you appear so wonderful to me? We're not even boyfriends, but the way I act as if I have my rights, "Shit," I murmured.

HANZ

Since I prefer to be by myself, I'm getting wasted today at the bar. I was drinking and staring at the ring I was holding at the same time. My darling husband, this is John's wedding ring. I don't know why, but the knowledge that he had left his wedding ring in my drawer made me feel terrible and guilty. Even though he is the love of my life, it hurts for me, even if what I am feeling today is nothing like what John felt. A lot has happened to him.

Is his judgment actually binding? Is his desire to dissolve our union sincere? Hopefully not, my love please come back to me.

When my Instagram suddenly alerted me that John had posted something, I was sipping the wine I had ordered when I was shocked by what I saw: John was at the bar, he was very inebriated, and another guy was dancing with him. I read the comments as well and found nothing except worry from his close pals. I was particularly interested in one comment that stated something that I didn't know. The unidentified man who responded remarked, "This is what will happen after battling through five years of marriage."

John has had enough; I can't hold it against him. When I checked the location, I discovered that he was in Italy. The posts he was working on while in Italy caught my eye as I read through his updates. He smiled in every photograph he posted, which were all candid shots. He therefore has a photographer with him in Italy, and judging from the photos he has provided, I can assume that he is a skilled photographer. There was a picture of him sitting on the balcony while the sun shone down on him. As a result, he works to realize his writing dream.

Suddenly, a picture of the two of them enjoying the sunset together on the beach caught my eye. Although the camera is behind them, I can still make out a portion of the man with him, who is grinning and staring at him. Because the camera is facing the light, there is a slight silhouette. So this is the partner he's had? As I thought, I grinned.

You're not allowed to fall in love with someone else. John, I'll do everything in my power to reclaim your affection. Renee, you can no longer run away from me; you must now respond to my queries. John, I am never going to allow you to run away from me. I smiled when I dialed Renee's number, and she answered right away.As soon as she picked up the phone, I said "Renee, Hi!"