Roger was calling and dropping messages every now and then; it was not regular, but the message was clear: how much he was missing me. It's been 45 days, and he was going to come within a few days.
Roger was generous—I mean, more than I imagined at our first meeting. Regardless of my protest, he gifted me so many things; everything was branded, and every other item was costly. How can anyone be so generous? He had also transferred a good amount of money to my bank.
David has suggested subscribing to more dating apps so I could get rid of the debt amount soon, but Roger was going to introduce me to his friends, so I gave pause from subscribing to any.
The next day, when I tried to finish my work early, Roger dropped me a message saying that he was in the city and waiting for me in the same room.
After finishing my routine, I made my way to the hotel. As I entered the room, I was pushed towards the bed, and he was on top of me, kissing; yeah, I should get used to this; he was a hungry animal and always horny; 'hi, hello, how are you', were not in his dictionary. After one round of 'sex', we were panting beside each other, chuckling.
He spoke. "I missed you, so don't blame me." By saying that, he gave me a box. I was surprised. He signaled me to open it, so I did the same. There was a gold neck chain with a pendant 'G'; it was expensive. I was watching Roger in shock. He collected the chain and helped me wear it. "Small gift. I hope you like it", and I was not getting what to reply to for that. I was lying facing the seal. Roger was also doing the same and spoke, "Accept the gifts in the coming days too; it's not going to stop here and it's a request; it's nothing, Gray; trust me; don't think too much; at least when I am with you, anything may happen anytime; who knows, so enjoy the moment." I nodded my head and replied, "Thank you." Not to forget, these gifts were only reminding me of what I was doing.
Roger ordered dinner, and we were enjoying the same with wine. He was also feeding me in between, cracking jokes, and he was successful in diverting my mind. I was enjoying the moment with Roger; it felt like we were connected, and something was building, and exactly I had to take a break, but where to start with I was not getting.
It's been 8 months, and Roger's visits were becoming more frequent, like monthly visits turning to 15 days, and most of the time it would be weekly visits too. When we were together, there would be lots of sex, shopping, and dinner, and recently he started taking me to romantic places. Fucking and going would never cause any problem doing these things, and for Roger it was nothing, but I was finding different meanings for every of his acts, which was creeping me out.
It's been 8 months, and Roger's visits were becoming more frequent, like monthly visits turning to 15 days, and most of the time it would be weekly visits too. When we were together, there would be lots of sex, shopping, and dinner, and recently he started taking me to romantic places. Fucking and going would never cause any problem doing these things, and for Roger, it was nothing, but I was finding different meanings for every one of his acts, which was creeping me out.
As usual, Roger had texted me. After finishing my shift, I made my way to the hotel. When I entered, I was surprised when I didn't meet his usual hungry animal. He was getting ready, and to pique my curiosity, he spoke. "Sorry Gray, I need to go; I got a call from my wife; my eldest daughter met with an accident and is in the hospital." After hearing this, there was an ache in my heart for some reason, and it flowed when I spoke. "Are you married?" With a mockery. "What do you think? I was going to stay single for the rest of my life and feed needy guys. Please, Gray." "No, I didn't mean that way." Which came in a low, hurting voice, and a well-experienced guy like Roger could guess what was going on with me, "Gray, please don't tell me you have fucking fallen for me. If I am wrong, then good; if I am right, please pluck it off. Nothing is going to develop between us. I am not going to trade my family over my fantasy, especially my daughters' happiness; they are everything to me. This is going to be an arrangement until we want nothing more or less. You can't expect anything more from guys like us. Trust me, and please remember this. We may be generous but self-centered too." "Sorry, it just took me by surprise. That's it." "So, are we good?" "Of course." "I have already made payment for a whole day. Please make use of this suit. Ok, I will get going. Text you." "Ok, bye." "Bye."
By giving pause to my fake smile, I was lying on the bed. I was a step away from falling—only one step away. Thank God I got to know how this finally works. I was saved from another broken heart, and now I was getting why David was reminding me not to involve my heart. So many things can be done without involving feelings, and for the second time, I was experiencing the same. When the hell was I going to learn my lesson?
My 'walls' were high; they may reach the sky anytime; I can't risk my heart anymore; this should stop from this moment; if I keep involving my heart, it will be shattered into so many pieces, and I will be left with broken pieces; no more trading involving my heart; no matter what bloody charming bastard I would meet, no more; it would be purely business; fucking and getting fucked up; that's it.