The smile has gone, replaced by a fake one and a small nod, only to incline. Something started rippling when I saw Ralph this way, and I was not getting what the hell I should do so that I could bring back the same smile on his face. That bastard, Asher. The only glimpse of his re-entry into Ralph's life resulted in the disappearance of his smile. I fucking loathe that bastard existence.
This was enough to decide whether a person's presence in one life was worthy, and ironically, only I am seeing it, and the rest who are closer to Ralph are blindfolded by what God knows. Everyone who is around Ralph knows what he went through in the past in a series of betrayals that came from the same person. Their hypocritical behavior is just annoying like hell.
I am sitting in front of my desk with lots of office work seeking my attention, and only one person occupies my mind with his missing smile. I had to note down important points related to the acquisition, and here I am scribbling on the same sheet nothing. I huffed.
His personal life is his bloody business—why the hell am I making my business, God knows? Over the years, I have improved a lot, not to give a fuck about anyone's life, and I am damn sure it includes Ralph's life too. Why the hell am I hating myself for doing nothing? Damn, that guy digs out so much in me.
I am strong in every area, and I can work everything my way if required. I will get what I want if I set my mind, and this acquisition is the perfect example. I know I have a bright future if I am on the right track for a few more years, and yes, I will be an achiever. I had worked out everything, and it was going accordingly. Now, emotional things are barging into my life. I hate to be involved emotionally and to acknowledge something similar to that. I am not able to help myself when I am giving so much work to my brain to think and come up with something to bring back the lost smile on the person who betrayed me.
Hell with my life.
I groaned. I gave myself a pause for everything and started googling a few things. It took 30 minutes, and I had a plan. Immediately, I called Ralph and enquired whether he was free on the weekend. When the question left me, was he startled or shocked? I don't know, but he took a few seconds to digest and responded as no. By informing him not to commit to anything, especially to his pests, I disconnected the call.
I suddenly felt giddy, the same thing I used to feel when I was waiting for Ralph in college. The warm feeling started flooding when I thought of bringing his smile back. This is crazy. I shouldn't feel this way when I know the result, but I can't help it. He always ends up making bad choices, and I don't know how to stop him. He is grown up but has never learned his lesson. I don't want him to choose me. Nope, I am done, but I want him to be happy. His happiness never was or will be Asher. He is a fucking asshole and will always be one in this life.
After bidding goodbye to my colleagues, I made my way to the apartment. After getting fresh, I was in front of the laptop, gathering more information. Once I was done with everything, I closed my lap and laid on my back. I was staring at the seal, feeling blank. I couldn't help but question myself why. Spending my hard-earned money on exactly what? What I am gaining in return is absolutely fucking nothing, and on top of that, he broke my heart. Suddenly I was frustrated and had this urge to cancel every fucking thing which I had planned, and I couldn't thanks to his smile, which promptly forced me to stop myself from doing stupid things with my consciousness.
It was the weekend, and I picked Ralph, he didn't question a thing. He occupied the passenger seat, and I started driving. Not that strange; he is usually this way; he would never question or demand things and would wait until whatever I had planned hit him. Oh boy, how many times should I mention that pleasing this guy is fucking easy? From a single penny to a thousand, yes, he will be happy with both.
My eyes were on the road, and occasionally I was glancing toward Ralph and making note of every change that was taking place on his face. After 2 hours, we were in the middle of nowhere, and I took a turn toward the forest. He was startled for a few seconds but didn't ask any questions. After an hour, we reached our destination, a glass house.
It was a private glass house that was huge in the middle of the forest area, and I knew the owner very well. Things became easy. After parking the car, I joined Ralph, who was observing everything. One of the guards handed us the keys, and we entered.
As we entered, we were dumbstruck. Ok, I knew it was lavish, but I never expected this much. It was a duplex house, so spacious, with a white coating, a wide couch, exotic furniture, and an open kitchen. The guard informed us everything was stored for the weekend, and in return, I nodded my head. We were both still in awe. Ralph is a billionaire. I bet this was nothing, and still he was mesmerized by the beauty of the house, so you can guess my situation.
After exploring the house, I went to the kitchen to cook something. I thought by the time I finished cooking, Ralph would join me, but he was nowhere in sight. I set the table and started looking for him. It took a few minutes, and I found him near the pool, eyes glued to the forest area.
This is not my thing. Liking silence and being in the middle of nowhere, completely abandoning the breathing human species. It's his cup of tea, enjoying the greenery, hiking, fire camp, and all the things that living in this forest means. His liking for animals and birds had reached the level where he was planning to build his own forest area. I can't even imagine, and the reason is not money. It's a complete waste, and I am hardly maintaining contact with humans and with wild animals—oh god, not in my dreams.
Ralph likes dogs so much, and he got 2 to 3 in his parent's mansion. He recently purchased a rare breed that was fucking expensive, and when I heard the amount he spent on that breed, I felt like my skin was crawling. He showed a few videos of the same dog, which was bloody licking all over, and the curse that was threatening to leave my mouth was expensive shitty words. I barely held myself back; if he had shown a few more, I would have lost my temper. Not to forget the amount that needs to be spent on the fucking maintenance. Oh man, I let lick any man, not any shitty animal if it's damn expensive too. How, I mean why? The saliva and let me stop there.
I was once again knocked out when I saw Ralph smiling. Oh god, do I really mind getting licked by a dog if I get that smile now and then?
I couldn't help but groan at my irrational behavioral change and slowly made my way toward Ralph. I joined him, trying my best to enjoy the view—I mean, the smiling view beside me.
We were silent, and I welcomed it. Our legs were in the pool, and I was making sure to touch and tangle his just to grab his attention. This was too good, just us abounding the rest—no emotional drama, no fucking bastard trying to intervene and mess up things—not to forget the negative energies around him forcing every time to patch up things and not to forget the fool beside me always getting hurt himself.
Ralph was staring at me, and I hate to admit that my heart started beating faster, indicating some feelings that are still reserved for him. This damn heart was always in my control, and now it's reacting on its own.
"I have cooked food; we should have it before it gets cold." By averting his eyes, he nodded his head. I got up from the place and held a handout, and Ralph placed his hand. I held it tighter than required, and I don't know why. We were facing each other with so many emotions, and I hate to admit that he was turning into my one and only weakness.
We started walking toward the hall, took our seats, and served ourselves. He was coming to track. In a few more minutes, I will get him back with his usual smile lingering on his face.
Ralph started exploring further, and I was tailing him. By the look he was giving, I can conclude he liked this guest house so much and its surroundings.
Once again, we were near the pool, and I wanted to relax, so I thought of swimming. After removing the clothes, I jumped into the pool. I took a few laps and approached where Ralph was holding his legs. "Common, you will feel relaxed, and it's clean." In return, he declined. I placed my hands on his thighs and pressed harder, his eyes were wide. "You are joining me." My hands were further moving while he was trying his best to stop me. "Ralph, now." Words were dominant, and I pushed him toward me a little. To make everything too easy, he was wearing shorts.
I was massaging his thighs within a few seconds; his breath was heavy, and he was staring with arousal. Slowly, I took him inside the pool; now we were facing each other. I want Ralph to get over or give a temporary pause on the things that he has been going through and what the best option is other than sex. I mean, one of the best options, and who is going to take care of my boiling mood?
I never tried sex in the pool, and with him, why not? The hungriness for each other promptly made its way. I attacked his lips with the same force, and he started kissing me back. The lust and the carving over him are not diminishing; I don't know why. Irrespective of the betrayal, it's the same amount, and it's increasing rather than vice versa. Things will be blank with Ralph, especially in terms of sex, and like Auto, it will take its time to explore, not skipping any steps and making sure to tear him apart. I was inside him without my senses, and only my ears were perking up to hear his moans, which were louder.
Ralph was the first to cum, followed by mine. I was still holding Ralph while at the same time balancing myself. I was not done yet, and I wanted him again, if my energy permits, again and again.
I hate when lust blinds me; the carving makes me forget everything.