After that day, sex became casual between us, and we started making out everywhere in the company and in his flat. Day by day, we were becoming more and more hungry for each other.
He likes to try juicy things, but he would never dare to try as he has his own reputation, so I needed to convince him. Making him agree to something was quite hard, and that too with a 'man' was a big 'no' to him, but sometimes I would never take 'No' as an answer.
Most of the time, I was staying at his apartment, cooking food, enjoying movies, and going out together. We started doing 'couple things' that don't label us as 'couples', though. He was hesitant to have sex at the office for fear that someone would enter, but I would always dare, which would make him give up.
I am proud of a few things I introduced to him, like making out in the parking lot, which he hated the first time, but after that, he got used to it. Not every time did we need comfort, but he got to know after making out in various parking lots. If something related to sex, I would always be in the 'upper hand' movie theater, which was the best example and was still highlighted in my memory till then. I didn't know he was too naïve about these things.
One fine Saturday, I planned on watching a movie in the theater. He argued, Outside, let's order something and watch over here, but I convinced him, for which he gave in. I booked a night show and selected a movie whose review was not good. The show was at 9 p.m.; we arrived around 8.45 p.m.; I already booked a ticket by showing the message; we went in; the theater was not completely empty; here and there were few people; after entering, he questioned
"Did you check the review, and was it good? Hardly a few members are there", "Relax, why do you bother so much if it's good, will stay, or else will leave, ok", "Really, did I hear it correctly, you are such a money-oriented bastard I never came across in my life who fucking never wastes money saying something like this strange, tell me should I be worried", "Sometimes it's better if you stop talking". By saying that, I took him to the corner seat and said, "There are so many available seats; I bet no one will come; let's change our places." Is he serious? On purpose, I selected these seats, and here he is telling me to change: "If someone comes in the middle, it will be a problem; we better sit in the allotted place." "You booked the ticket online, right? Why the heck did you select the corner place, not the middle one?" How the hell should I make him shut his mouth? "Please, will you stop talking for a few minutes?" "Answer me now," "I will just let the movie start," and "What's the bloody connection?".
By the time I could answer, thank God, the screen lit up, which made us take our seats. We carried the popcorn we were having while we were watching the screen.
After a few minutes, I rested my hand in the middle of his thighs. He saw me in shock, threw my hand away, and told me to behave. I went near him and spoke, "Sometimes, loosen up, will you? Don't react; relax, ok?" I placed my hand in the middle of his thighs again and started massaging his member both harder and softer. He was getting aroused. I was observing the surroundings to confirm whether anyone was watching us. "What the hell are you doing?" I replied, "Trust me, you will enjoy this, and don't worry, no one can notice us as we are in a corner and it's pretty dark.".
Again, I started massaging. He was breathing heavily. After a few minutes, slowly, I moved my hand inside his track pants. He was trying to stop me, but it was useless. I started pressing on his member. I saw his reaction, and he was trying his best to shut his mouth. I stopped for a few seconds, and he gave me a 'what the hell look'? I was teasing him, approached him, and asked, "Do you want me to continue?" To which he nodded. I got up from my seat and kneeled down in front of him. He was surprised. I made him sit on the tip of the seat. He was checking the theater just to be sure. I didn't give a dam and started giving blowjobs. He was shivering, not able to control his moan. He was saying, "I really can't control it." I closed his mouth using my hand, which was not successful. A low moan escaped from his mouth within no time, and he 'cum' in no time″. I had carried tissue with me, cleaned him, and made him sit properly on his seat. It took a few seconds to regain his consciousness, and after that, he saw me. I was watching the movie as if nothing had happened. I turned to his side and smiled at him.
This way, I made him enjoy sex, or at least blowjobs, in many more places, like when we went to a pub and tried in the washroom. While he was driving the car, I was giving him a hand job, which was making it very hard for him to concentrate on the road, and so on.
One fine weekend, we were chilling at his apartment watching a movie, and he paused the movie and spoke.
"Move in with me", I was taken back, for a few seconds, "What?", "Practically, you are living here so move in with me", "No, no, no, staying this way is good, let's not complicate things", "How it will get complicated", "It will be completely different if I move in, everything will change, and there won't be any privacy for each other", "Why not you will mind your business, and the same applies to me", "It's easy to say than to follow trust me this way is good", "Always thinking about future is not worthy, concentrate on present so move in, don't make me to repeat", "Sometimes you should consider 'No' as an answer", "Bloody like hell I would, and tomorrow is Sunday get shifted, will go together and pack your things".
Of course, he didn't listen to me, and the next day, according to his plan, we went to my apartment. This was the first time he visited, and after entering my apartment, he spoke.
"This is where you live; it's too small." No filter; for sake, he will not say pleasing words. "Yeah, it is small for this flat only; I am not able to clear EMI", "As I said before with your salary, it will take another few years, for sure", "Please tell me you came to help me or to irritate me", "Geez, common, let's pack your things, just take your clothes", "I am doing that only; I cannot take the risk of living with you; whenever you want, you may kick me out", "I should agree you do predict a few things, Smartass", after an hour, we left our apartment and made our way toward his.
After a few days of staying with him, I gained a lot of practical experience, and I can write a book on that for future reference.
We have hired a cleaning lady who will clean the entire house except the bedroom for so-and-so reasons. Living with him was hectic; it always felt like I was living with a child. I must nag him for everything from morning to evening. Now I am thinking, Why the hell did I agree to move in with him?
He never listens to whatever I say, not even a single thing we agree with each other on Day 1.
I always told him to separate washed and used clothes; he would practically mix them up. So many times I told him to keep his costly items in the locker, but he would literally throw them anywhere inside the bedroom. He always keeps a hefty amount of cash in the closet. If I ask why you can't keep them in the locker, his answer is, Why the hell will you always nag me? I am talking about money here, dam it.
I can't control my blood pressure; sometimes he will make sure it rises to the highest level. The only time I could make him shut his mouth was on the bed, or else he would always start his day by scolding me, and it would end with the same. Bickering around the house has become routine for both of us.
If I prepare food for both of us, he has a problem having it, and he replies that he doesn't have time. The same goes at the office too. I have fed him so many times that it's been only 3 months, and he showed me hell.
He was taking care of every expense of the flat. I was not practically spending on anything; I was looking for my own cost, which was not sitting well with me, so I thought of taking him to the restaurant to have dinner for a change.
One day, we went to a fine restaurant. I let him order food, of course, always more than he wanted, and wine. We finished having it, and I received the bill when I saw it. My blood boiled like anything. After 'checking the bill, I saw his face. He was like, 'What? Trust me, it was half of my salary; the wine he had ordered was the costliest one.
I couldn't control my anger, so I spoke, "The wine you ordered is way too costly," to which he replied, "Yeah, it tastes great, right? I like that one so much. Clear the bill; I will be waiting outside." I am not able to afford his restaurant bill because he is way too costly. If this were the case, then forget about bringing him monthly; it will be quarterly.
Together, we started exploring different places; of course, again, the expenses were borne by him. I would always suggest exploring local places, but why the hell would he agree? It would be a different country, and in my dreams, I also can't think of bearing expenses for both of us. I would try to give some reason to avoid going; he would make me go with him as he wouldn't take 'No' for an answer.
From the past few months I have got to know more about him, he doesn't think before he speaks, whatever comes to his mind he will throw on the opposite person, never considering the opposite person's feelings I didn't bother to correct him if he listens to me maybe I should give a try but that's a big 'no', his decision will always be based on others opinion, especially his friends, family not only in professional but also in his personal life too before dating someone he will ask his friends opinion same goes when he thinks of purchasing something, a major decision of his life will always be based on others opinion which is not at all good.
I had met his friend before, which didn't go well. Again, he took me to their usual place, where they drink and have a party. I was not willing, but he wouldn't listen, so I followed him. He introduced me and took his seat. I was not welcome; it was clear from their facial expression, which I didn't give a dam. They were disrespectful regarding me, my status, my education, and everything. Scott didn't bother to defend me or stop his friends, but from my previous experience, I had learned a lesson, so I didn't let them go beyond their limits. Scott didn't bother to stop me. What I am trying to convey is that his behavior is sometimes my biggest question mark.
I have to think that when we don't quarrel, practically for everything, he will always make sure to take me to a peak, and eventually I will give up.
If it comes to my professional life, it was going well. I got promoted to Senior Executive in place of Rachel, as Rachel got transferred to another branch, which was shocking. How the hell did Simon let me get this promotion? And Scott doesn't give a dam about my career, so I guess at last my hard work paid off.