CHAPTER 29

As I got into the car, Roger ushered the driver, and the car started moving. Neither of us spoke, and Roger was busy typing something. I was pretty sure David had kept his word and was following the car. I was facing the window every few minutes. I was getting messages from David. Was he freaked out? But I was not, for some reason. Is it safe to say I felt 'safe' with Roger, if it makes any sense? One more odd thing was that I was not getting any second thought, not because of my desperation for money, and at this point I was only worried about my annoyance. There was non-stop annoyance with Tristain, which he ignored till the last minute. Was the same thing going to repeat with Roger?

Roger spoke, "Thanks for noticing and for directly coming to the point. You didn't beat around the bush exactly like me, and my attraction was even more towards you. So, let me be clear from my side. Let's not discuss our personal information, and I want to keep this purely professional. Are we clear?" "Yeah, yeah, we are on the same page, nothing more." "That's good."

We reached the hotel, which was one of the best in the city. Roger started walking; I was following him, and when we entered the room, I didn't expect his next move would be kissing me. He started kissing like a hungry animal—a vigorous kiss—and it felt so good. He was a damn good kisser. We started undressing each other. He ripped off my shirt. Was he carving for me, or was he always this horny with everyone? God knows, but I was liking his every move.

After two rounds, we were exhausted. Sex with Roger was so exciting; he was a beast in bed. He made me so involved that I ended up liking everything about him, and even my orgasm was taken care of.

After catching my breath, I started wearing my clothes. Roger pulled me towards the bed. "Stay, please. I don't want to be alone. Tomorrow, I am free. We will go somewhere." "Ok, you are the boss." "No, no, don't agree because of this arrangement. I don't want to force anything on you; it's a request." Surprised by his change of tone, how could I say no to that? "Ok, I am going to stay because I want to." "Thank you so much. Let me order dinner any particular food you want to try." "No, I am okay with anything." "Not a picky eater; that's good."

After having the food, we cuddled for a few minutes. As we were both exhausted, sleep took over.

In the middle of the night, I was awake and saw Roger in deep sleep. I checked my cell; there were so many messages from David, and after replying to him, I kept my cell aside.

My life was taking a huge turn. I am whoring my body; not that I regret it, but I was forced to choose this path by so many people, which I was not able to accept. I am not a puppet, not anymore, but it feels like others are ruling my life. I don't get any sayings; no choice of my own forced me to choose so many things. I am no less than a puppet at present; the only freedom I got was choosing my own guy to whore like Roger, who was an instant attraction.

I was watching the sealing. I was tired from work and now sex, which was enough to exhaust a person, but now I was wide awake. All these diversions can mask my emotions only for a few minutes, not forever, and emptiness started engulfing for some reason. Even when my parents eloped, I didn't feel this empty.

The next day, when I woke, I heard the shower was running and Roger was taking one. Yesterday, I didn't get a chance to check out the room, so I started looking. It was a damn expensive suit with a white couch that was screaming costly, a vase with fresh flowers, paintings on the wall, and central sealing that was superb, and a spacious room that was shining. Roger is a bloody rich guy, for sure.

After a few minutes, Roger came outside by covering the towel over his waist, and I was dumbfounded because of his masculinity. This guy was not only a beast in bed, but overall, his appearance was fucking awesome. By gulping down, I averted my eyes, and this beast was my 'Daddy'.

"You got full permission to explore me tonight; stop with eye fucking, go and get a shower; you will be late." "I was not." "Right, you were not." Followed by his chuckle. I run and walk towards the shower, and as the hot water hits my body, I can't help but think of Roger's masculinity; he was a Greek god. How the hell did I end up in his hand?

After having breakfast, we left the hotel. I didn't ask Roger where we were going as we got into the car; Roger himself started driving. "I didn't have any idea we would end up, you know, like this, or else I would have planned something good for both of us. Definitely next time, today we explore the city; are you ok with it?". "Of course, I am okay." Tomorrow I am leaving the city, and I will be back, like in a month or maybe two, whenever I am in the city. I will drop you a message. I will try to inform you beforehand. Please arrange your routine accordingly. "Ok." "Good".

We parked the car near the exhibition and started walking. He grabbed my hand, as if it were a normal thing for him. I and Joshua were never touchy in public—not even a normal thing; it was like a mutual agreement between us. Both of us were okay too. I was a bit taken back by Roger, but I adjusted to it soon. We were behaving like a normal couple; every now and then he was kissing me, and when we were trying snacks, he was making sure I had a bite of whatever he was having, and it was not vice versa.

Roger was different because he was totally in a different country or had a different personality. I didn't want to debate. I was enjoying every minute. Roger makes his surroundings lively in a day, and I can conclude that too. He is good at cracking jokes, and at some point, my jawline started hurting. He was an art lover. In the evening, we visited an art gallery, and he ended up buying some paintings. According to him, they had a lot of meaning and were unique. I really don't know from which angle, but they were expensive.

God, I never thought being rich meant life could be enjoyed by many, and anyway, dam, I was a billionaire too. Always I was cursing that life never enjoyed a day. If I had any idea I would end up this way, maybe I would have enjoyed every damn thing so there would be no regrets, and if I consider my history, knowing I would end up this way won't change a thing. At last, I was going to choose self-pitying me and absorb myself in my own damn fucking world. Now I am beginning to think I have some disorder, for sure.

After his art and other shopping, we came back to the hotel. We thought of hitting the pub, but we were exhausted, so we ordered dinner. We gave a final touch to the day by having sex twice; after all, the word 'exhaustion' doesn't apply to everything.

The next day, Roger had to catch an early flight. By bidding goodbye, I made my way directly to the restaurant, and David was in the kitchen. After eyeing me from head to toe, "Someone is fucking glowing. I never thought getting laid would bring a glow to a guy's face too." "Don't even start; I can sense your jealousy. You are not good at hiding anything." "What's the bloody use? I am not going to get what I want anytime sooner." "Keep trying one day." "You are too much; I will get many just like that, do you know?" "Right, still, you want me at least once. How many times have you released by remembering me?" "Countless, even this morning too." "God, why have I even started?" "Yeah, that's right, don't test my frustration level, so anything to share?" "Not anything particular." "Is he good? I mean, there are many fish if you want to try." "Not now; he is good, so let's see how things go, and we can think later." "Yeah, whatever, go and do your work for which you are getting paid." "Yeah, yeah, and David." "If you changed your mind, I am not free today; I have given an appointment to someone else." "Please stop with your reminders and thank you for everything." "Anything for you, handsome, now get back to work." "Right."