CHAPTER 24

On Monday, I came to the office on time and continued doing the project work that was assigned. The deadline was near, and I received a call from Simon informing me to send some information about the same project via mail, which I did. He also informed me that both Simon and Scott were on a business trip.

The whole week I was busy with that project, and finally on Friday, with the help of my colleagues, I was able to finish. When I reached my flat, it was 8 p.m., and after I reached it, I was resting in my bed. By that time, I had received a call from Scott, "Come and pick me up; I am at the pub," and disconnected. I received the address over text and made my way. After entering the pub, I made my way to where he was partying when I entered. His friends, including Simon, were enjoying themselves, and when one of his friends spoke,

Friend: Who are you?

Simon: Our employee, who invited you.

Scott: Me, and he is my servant.

Friend: Oh, servant, then go and fetch us drinks.

I am a servant only for Mr. Mathew and no one else; please help yourself. I turned towards Scott and spoke, "Do you want drinks?" He nodded his head. I made my way towards the bar counter to get his drink. I gave him his drink but didn't bother to join them, as they were a bunch of high-class idiots. I sat near the corner and was observing everyone.

My main focus was Scott, and within no time he became tipsy, so I approached Scott and spoke, "Common, let's go home; you are tipsy." His friends were protesting, and I didn't bother to listen to any of them. As Simon knew about me, he asked, "How did you think of taking him home?" to which I replied, "It's my concern; don't bother." With that, I turned towards Scott and made a shall we gesture, for which he complied, and started walking towards the exit. I was trying to hold him, but he told me not to touch him. I was following him when we came out, and he spoke.

"Where is your car?" He has not bought his car. "I don't have a car; we need to hail a taxi." "Are you fucking serious that you don't have a car? It's a basic thing; even ordinary people get a car nowadays." "No, I don't have one; I got a loan on my apartment after clearing, and I thought of purchasing one." "Don't get your own apartment too." "No, I got it; it's not mine yet after clearing the loan; it will be completely mine. What's the big deal? I started to earn and purchased the flat, then one by one I will purchase; it will take some time. "I guess with your salary, it will take forever.""Yeah, it may be that everyone will not be lucky to be born with a golden spoon, but I am happy with what I have. I will try to improve myself with my own ability, and I am happy about that, which is more than enough.""Shut it with your fucking philosophy. How are we going home now?" "I will book a cab; wait." "Geez, why the hell did I bother to call you? I could have asked any of my friends to drop me", 'Your so-called friends are already drunk; you need to reach safe and sound; that's important; stop babbling at least once".

I booked a cab, and it came in no time; he slept the whole ride, which was good. How does anyone make him understand that everyone doesn't get the privileges he or his friends have? We reached his apartment.

His flat passcode, which I also knew, was great. I entered the passcode and entered his flat. I asked him whether he had dinner, to which he replied no. In return, I asked, Shall I cook? He nodded his head and made his way towards his room.

I started cooking dinner; it took 30 minutes. By that time, he had freshened up and came towards the dining table. I arranged food on the table and informed him to have it. I was about to leave when he told me to stay. I was like, What? Then again, he spoke, Are you deaf? Stay and have dinner, to which I replied, "Okay.

We had dinner together, and after that, I cleaned the table, washed the vessels, and joined him. He was sitting on the couch, sipping wine. I joined him, and he poured me wine. He spoke,

"How come bastards like you are good at everything?" This guy. I was looking at his face. Was he trying to praise me, or was he insulting me? "Should I take it as praise or an insult?" "Which one do you prefer?" "For once, let me take it as praise, and thank you, "Yeah, whatever.".

We were facing each other, sipping wine. Is this wine making me high, or was the person sitting beside me not quite getting it? I can't forget the fact that he is toxic with or without alcohol. I am not able to hide the fact that I am getting aroused like hell. Should I make a move or wait for him to make it? Which would be like forever; this guy likes teasing rather than approaching.

I didn't give any other thought, which would definitely make me change my mind. I approached him, took the glass placed on the table, and started kissing him whenever my lips touched his. Something woke within me, which made me lose control. Every time with him will always be like the first time, evergreen, always carving for more and more, wanting to do so many things. I need to hear his moaning sound now and then, and his face while enjoying it is toxic, which is plastered in my mind. I can't get rid of it, no matter what. I left him to regain our senses. We fell from the couch. I really didn't know how or when it would always be like traveling to a different world with him.

When he regained his senses, only one word came from his mouth: 'bloody monster'. Again, I tried to approach him; he replied, 'room'. We made our way towards his room, and soon our lips clashed with each other. Meanwhile, I made him lie on his bed. Our kiss deepened. Meanwhile, I removed his clothes, and he undressed me. We were nude in no time. When I was taking my position, he stopped me and spoke.

"Shit, I don't get a lube", I don't want to stop at any cost, and my face was like shouting that sentence, "You fucker don't tell me you were going to enter bare like the first time", "No, no, no, like hell, am I mad if you got Vaseline, lotion, anything will also be ok", "On the shelf", "OK", I took Vaseline and came back to my position, "Tell me, did you think of using anything or not?", "No, no, I thought of using it", "Oh really, if I fucking didn't stop you, would you stop?", "I am so done with masturbating' myself by thinking of your face, don't ruin this, and please stop talking for once", "What the hell".

That's it. I couldn't take it anymore. I closed his mouth and spoke, "Stop talking at least once, ok?" to which he nodded his head. "Good, I am going to remove my hand. There is only one thing I should hear from your mouth that should be a moaning sound, nothing else, ok?" For which he nodded again. I took my hand from his mouth. Finally, again, I went back to my position. I should be careful; one wrong move now will destroy him for sure.

I applied Vaseline gently. I was giving him a massage, making him intense. Again, I was back in my position, and I was observing his face to make sure whether he was comfortable or not. When I tried to, his breath was heavy, not with lust but with fear, and he started to shake. I stopped, and he spoke, "I guess we should try next time; I am not ready yet.".

I don't want to listen to him not that lust consumed me, but I need to remove his previous images of our first time permanently, I started to calm him through my words, "Close your eyes, breath normally, don't get nervous I am not going to make any move until you are ok", by nodding his head he was following my instruction I was instructing everything in his ear to divert his mind and I was kissing in between just to make him concentrate on us, at present, based on his face reaction I was making my every move, when he calmed completely, I entered him it was quite painful he tried to stop me, I hold his hand started kissing him was pinching his nipples to divert his mind for few seconds, after few second I asked him whether he was ok he nodded his head, and I started moving I started hearing the same sound which made me crazy, each and every second I was observing his face, after few minutes we 'cum' together, I saw his face which was perfectly blissed and I lied beside him.

After a few minutes of regaining my senses, I started debating whether it was the right time to apologize to him. I could not delay anymore, so I mustered up and spoke.

"I am sorry," "Don't you think it's too late for that, so shut it?" "I know it's too late. I am really sorry for that day. I am literally dying inside, not being able to face myself no matter what. I never lost control in my life; that was the first time, and I know I don't deserve your forgiveness. I was thinking of asking for your forgiveness but never mustered up the courage. How would I feel after doing such a terrible thing? I am really sorry. I don't want you to forgive me immediately, but someday, please forgive me. I will be looking forward to that day.".

Neither of us spoke, but some relief came within me, though he didn't forgive me. I would wait no matter what I turned towards him; he was facing sealing, and I was observing him; he was way handsome and was out of my league.

I didn't want to give a name to whatever was going on between us, and I didn't want to leave his side, no matter what. He finally spoke, "Stop fucking staring at me." So fucking him, why the heck is it turning me on?

I was on top of him and started kissing him like a hungry animal, battling for a few seconds for entrance, and I won. He always tasted so different each time, which refreshed my entire body. I took a condom and entered him slowly from my back. I didn't leave him till morning at 3 a.m.; how many times did we do that? God knows, I was totally exhausted. I don't know when we slept.

When I woke up, it was 8 a.m., and he had slept on my chest. I remembered clearly last night that he had slept at the other end of the bed when he ended up on my chest.

Slowly, made out of bed without waking him, I got fresh up, made my way towards the kitchen, and started preparing breakfast. The time was already 9.30 a.m. I took breakfast and juice and made my way towards the room. After entering, I spoke, "Wake up; it's already 9.30; have something and sleep," to which he replied, "You fucker, get out; bastard didn't spare me the whole night," for which I replied, "That's why I bought breakfast; have and sleep." At last, he woke by cursing me, had little food and juice, and made his way towards the bathroom, and I exited the room. After 45 minutes, he came out and said I needed to go somewhere, so I told him I would get going as I got to meet someone, for which he was okay as he already had plans with his friends, and I left his flat.