Chapter 3: Not as bad as I thought

Bentley's POV

"This can't be happening; I lost everything, including my virginity, in a day. It can't be! No, no, no!" I said internally and slowly touched my asshole, searching for a sign of violation. I release the air trapped in my lungs. "It's... normal, thank goodness!"

The black-haired man slowly opened his gray eyes, which I found rather fierce. As he raised his head and ran a hand through his silky hair, I shifted further.

"Good morning." His low, deep voice made me shiver like thousands of ants crawling beneath my skin. I didn't know if I felt that way because I was frightened or surprised. I sneered in disgust. "What was that?"

I said inwardly. "Acting like a hot alpha male this early in the morning, is he trying to seduce me?"

"What was what?" The ash duvet rolled down as the man sat upright; my eyes unintentionally peeked at his ripped torso. My face fluttered. "What's the meaning of all this? Why did you bring me here?" I judged internally. "Shameless move!"

"Sorry, but I'm not into guys; I'm straight, as straight as a ruler," I informed. The man chuckled. "Yeah... you took some very straight actions yesterday," he emphasized,' very straight,' and I wondered what he meant by that.

He smirked, "I found you in a gay club; you were so clingy, and you begged me to sleep with you." My face reddened in embarrassment. "That's... not true. You're lying!" "You probably don't remember it because you were drunk. "You are free to return home," he said, standing up and walking towards the door.

The man paused, then darted at me from the corner of his eyes. "You're not my type anyway," he said, turning and leaving the room. I exhaled the air I held back. "That was scary."

My eyes narrowed to the king-sized bed adorned in ash and white sheets; the golden LED lights radiating from the black headboard drew my attention. I hurried out of bed but froze as my feet grazed the soft rug. I melted in its satisfying grass-like texture, reminiscing every step. My eyes widened. "What am I doing? I need to catch up," I said inwardly. I ran through the door, chasing the man about to take a turn.

"Hey! Mister! Please wait." The man halted and looked over his shoulder with a cold stare. I stopped in my tracks and panted to catch my breath. I raised my head, then diverted from his gaze. "Hmm... I'm sorry for jumping to conclusions. It's just that... yesterday was the worst day of my life; I lost everything, and now I don't have a place to stay, and... I stuttered. "Get to the point," he said in a firm voice.

I flinched, then swallowed hard. "I was wondering if you could let me stay here until I find a job to sustain me. I can help you with housekeeping, laundry, and cooking; please help me." He gave me a prolonged, pathetic stare. My stomach knotted like shoelaces, and my nerves tensed as I regretted my decision to open up.

"You may reside in my humble abode if you wish, and you don't have to contribute to the upkeep of this house; I have people to do it already," he said. My eyes enlarged. "Really? Thank you! Thank you so much, I'm He held his hand up, and I stopped. "I'll assist in your search for a job so you can leave as quickly as possible," he said as he walked towards the stairs. I beamed. "Thank you, sir. What can I call you?"

"Damian Giovanni, everyone calls me Mr. Giovanni or Mr. Billionaire; feel free to call me the latter," he smugged.

"Oh, okay, Mr. Billionaire, where are you going?" He dipped his hands in the pockets of his black pajama pants and descended the smooth wooden stairs, the edges illuminated by golden lights. I marveled at the glass baluster; it was the first time I'd ever seen something like it. I gently touched the handrail, wondering if the wood was as smooth as the stairs themselves. I gasped as my hand glided downwards with ease.

We got to the ground floor. "Your house seems so unreal; it's beautiful." I broke the silence. Giovanni smirked. "This is just the tip of the iceberg," he said, turning his head to the living room. The illuminated ceiling—a doppelganger of a galaxy full of golden stars—the wide flat-screen television depicting images as realistic; below was an elevated platform where artistic pieces were displayed; the small glass table in the middle of the room was surrounded strategically by three cream-colored sofas.

My mouth fell open, and my body fixated on a spot. "Is this a family house?" I stammered. "No, I live alone," Giovanni answered, walking in another direction. "The kitchen is this way." I blink twice and trail behind. "How can a single person live in a three-story building? Don't he ever get lost or bored?" I internally screamed.

The kitchen was an extension of the living room; bright LED lights were positioned by the corners of the ceiling with fewer galaxy-like lights. A black marble countertop stood in the middle of the kitchen; by the edge of the lower cabinets was a Giovanni opened the fully occupied refrigerator. "There's food if you're hungry; everything you need is in the cabinets," he said, closing it and moving towards an elevator door.

"I'm late for work already; if you need help with anything, ask my AI."

"Wait! Where is it? I don't know how to He took a deep breath.

"Hey, Alpha, this is..." Mr. Giovanni looked at me. "Bentley Kai, Bentley is fine," I said. "Bentley, he'll be here for some time; assist him in any way you can."

A robotic voice replied. "Identifying visitor," I shuddered as a blue light appeared from the ceiling. "Scan complete. Welcome, Bentley."

I peeked, forcing a smile as he looked at me. "Oh..." I chuckled. "Calling its name will trigger it," he said as he entered the elevator and clicked a button. I sighed. "What a sophisticated man."

I opened the refrigerator and brought out the ingredients for pancakes, then rolled up my sleeves with a smirk. "Time to get serious."