Chapter 2: I slept with a man!

Omniscient POV

Damian darted to his side. "Okay... weird." He held Bentley's shoulders and moved him a bit. "I'm only doing this because I'm oddly generous today," he muttered and held Bentley's soft hands. They entered the car and drove off.

Bentley sighed deeply as the air conditioner washed his face like a wave of seaside breeze. His buttocks have never grazed such levels of comfort before. Damian glared at him. "Typical peasant behavior," he muttered.

"Which direction are you going?" he asked. Bentley turned to him, then giggled. "Ugh! Nevermind, I'm the eccentric one for trying to communicate with a wasted person," Damian rolled his eyes. He glimpsed at the driver. "Let's go home."

***

The Tesla entered a silver gate, which opened automatically with a push of its controller. The luxurious building's black Marquina marble complimented its white concrete siding, and the limited glasses placed on the balconies were like a cry for privacy. The few plants and leveled grasses gave the technologically advanced environment a touch of nature.

The car bent to the left and then drove into the garage—Damian's sacred place, structured with the finest materials. The unique architecture distinguished by labels made room for every car he owned. The Tesla took a sharp turn and parked in the line of the Tesla collection.

Damian came down; he glimpsed at his drunken 'friend' and then stretched out a helping hand. Bentley took it immediately and got out. Damian walked him to the door without letting go for a minute.

They took the golden elevator to the second floor. "We're almost there." They walked for some time and stopped at the fourth silver door. He placed his hand on the biometric hand scanner, and the door opened.

Damian moved to his dressing table and removed his cufflinks. "What a long day." "I... I feel funny," Bentley slapped his mouth, fighting back the nauseating feeling.

Damian's eyes enlarged. "The bathroom's that way!" he yelled in one breath. Bentley ran into the bathroom and threw up; he washed his mouth in the sink and was about to enter the room. "Don't move! Stay right there," Damian said, then he paused.

"Good." He scrolled through his phone and called someone. "There's an emergency. Five seconds," he hung up. An older man in a suit rushed into the room. "How may I help you, sir?" Damian darted towards Bentley. "Clean him up; there should be medium-sized pajamas in the visitors' bedroom."

He stepped out of the room until his caretaker was done. "Sir, he's ready," the man said, bowing. "Very well, thank you." Damian entered the room and glanced at Bentley, looking decent in navy blue pajamas. He walked to him and said, "The guest room is not far away; just take your left and..." Damian paused his explanation; he stared at Bentley's sleepy brown eyes.

"Nevermind, I'll go to the guest room; you can sleep here." Damian turned to leave, but Bentley held his hand and then turned. "You're not going to leave me here, are you?" Bentley spoke in a soft tone, his hand trailing from Damian's wrist to his shoulder, giving him a strange tingle inside.

Damian froze. "What do you mean? You don't have to be scared; I'll be in the next room." His body stiffened as Bentley closed the gap between them. Damian's eyes widened. "Woah, he's good-looking up close," he muttered. Bentley adjusted his collar. "You're supposed to protect me," he smiled. It was the job of an 'angel' to watch over the person they were assigned to.

Damian looked at his alluring brown eyes, wondering if they were his true colors or just the alcohol speaking. "Okay, I'll stay; I still think you're drunk." Bentley smiled and sat on the bed, pulling Damian along.

"Woah! Easy," he stopped, a few inches to his face as they almost collided. Bentley gazed at his lips before slowly entering his eyes, seductively teasing those fascinating gray eyes. Damian's orbs dilated; his heart skipped a beat as Bentley leaned nearer.

"He's going to kiss me," he mumbled, a faint blush appearing on his face. Damian panicked. "You can't sleep with this on," he said, gently taking off Bentley's glasses and placing them on the silver bedside table. Bentley rubbed his eyes and lay on the pillow. Damian sighed in relief and lay next to him, leaving enough space between them.

Bentley squinted, reaching for his protector. "Why so distant? Come closer." Damian hesitated, then closed the gap by moving to him. Damian dragged the sheets upwards. "Better?" Bentley shifted closer, snuggling in his arms. "Yes, this is perfect."

"Okay, goodnight," Damian said.

"Goodnight," he grinned.

***

The morning rays slipped through the black-laced curtains, giving the room a natural lightning effect. For the first time, Bentley did not wake up to honking and moving vehicles but to a serene environment.

He was tempted to go back to sleep, seduced by the soft pillow and comfortable bed. Bentley yawned and sat up. "Am I dreaming? I died yesterday; now I'm in heaven, right?"

He picked up his glasses and pushed them up his nose bridge, then turned to the black-haired stranger sleeping shirtless next to him. Bentley gasped and darted at his changed clothes; he pulled on the pajama sleeves with his palms.

"I slept with a man!"