Michael sat in the passenger seat of Idris’ car, his eyes widening as he took in the grand mansion before him. The place was massive, nestled in one of the richest estates in Rome—just like Alex’s.
‘Since when did I start attracting wealthy men?’ he mused before turning to Idris. “What did you say you do again?”
Idris chuckled. “I never told you,” he replied, switching off the engine. “Because you never asked.” He stretched slightly, letting out a satisfied sigh. “Home sweet home.”
Michael shook his head slowly. “I can’t believe I just followed a stranger home,” he muttered, more to himself. “I don’t even know what you do.”
Idris sighed, his lips curling into an easy smile. “Michael, you don’t have to be so dramatic. You can just ask me anything, and I’ll tell you.”
Michael tilted his head. “Alright then… what do you do?”