The kiss was tender, a blissful sensation that washed over Augustine as he closed his eyes.
Without hesitation, he wrapped his arms around Charles's waist, pulling him closer, deepening the connection between them.
The world around them hem seemed to fade away as they lost themselves in the blissful sensation.
Charles tilted his head slightly to the side, his tongue slipping from his mouth as he deepened the kiss, diving it into Augustine's.
Augustine parted his lips softly, welcoming Charles's tongue with an eager tenderness that made the moment even more intoxicating.
"Hmmm," Charles purred and he immediately leaned away, withdrawing his hands from around Augustine's neck.
Augustine slowly opens his eyes, his lips curving into a smile as he moist his lips. "What was that for?" He inquired while smiling amusingly.
Charles scoffed, placing his hands on Augustine's chest as he tried to free himself from his grip. "Can we head to the company now? I think I'll be late if I stay here any longer," he said flatly, deliberately ignoring Augustine's previous question that now lingers in the air.
'Sigh!'
Augustine let out a sigh, his hand casually diving into his hair.
He raked his fingers through it, messing it up slightly as frustration flickered across his face.
Augustine also averted his gaze from one end to another, trying to make sure that no one had seen the scene from earlier.
"Follow me," Augustine uttered, grabbing Charles's wrist as he led the way towards his black Ford car which was parked at the garage of the hospital.
This time, Augustine didn't bother helping Charles with the side door. Instead, he walked straight to the driver's seat, opened the door, and slipped inside without a word.
'Why do I have a feeling that he is mad at me?' Charles inwardly questioned himself as he opened the door opposite the driver's seat and got seated.
Silence…
Silence followed still as Augustine placed his hands on the car steering, intensely clunching it with a tight grip.
"Did I do something wrong?" Augustine was being questioned by Charles who had his eyebrows arched upwards.
Augustine shook his head slowly, his breath steadying as he fought to compose himself. "You shouldn't have kissed me," he said, his tone icy and sharp.
Charles arched his brows, he gazed at Augustine. "What do you mean?"
"Our relationship is just a contract, and it's meant to stay hidden," Augustine said coldly. "If anyone outside my family finds out that I'm gay, my entire career will be over. It's not something I want the world to know."
'Pfft!'
Charles scoffed, rolling his eyes as he turned to gaze out the car window. "And don't you think that being in this… strange arrangement with you could ruin my reputation too?" he asked, his voice edged with frost. "Besides, I'm not gay. Have you ever stopped to think about the impact this contract could have on me?" His tone was as cold as the depths of winter, each word laced with bitterness.
Augustine releases his grip from the car steering, averting his gaze over to Charles. "What reputation?" He probed, his question sounding like a mockery to the ears of Charles.
Charles bit his lower lip, his eyelashes fluttering as frustration simmered beneath his expression. "Just because I'm not rich doesn't mean I don't have a reputation to uphold," he seethed, his gaze shifting from the window to lock onto Augustine. "Now drive," he commanded, his tone sharp and final, leaving no room for further discussion.
Augustine let out a deep breath, his fingers gripping the steering wheel as he started the engine.
With a smooth motion, he accelerated, driving the car out of the garage and down the road.
The entire car ride was in complete silence as Augustine drove steadily down the road.
His eyes eventually landed on a large boutique by the side of the street.
Without saying a word, he pulled over to the curb beside the shop, its entrance adorned with a prominent sign that read Monde de la Beauté—French for "World of Beauty."
Augustine stepped down from the car, making his way inside the boutique, leaving Charles all alone in the car.
'What a proud jerk!' Charles seethed inwardly, his anger bubbling to the surface. 'I only kissed him because his lips were intoxicating, and now he has the nerve to act like this!'
Charles continued to hurl insults at Augustine in his mind, the anger simmering within him.
Meanwhile, inside the boutique, Augustine was greeted with admiration as the entire staff bowed their heads in respect, acknowledging his presence.
"It has been a while CEO Augustine. How may I be of help?" The female manager of the boutique inquired of Augustine.
Augustine occasionally visited Monde de la Beauté to buy clothes for himself, especially when he wasn't in the mood to wear the brand his company produced.
His frequent patronage had earned him a VIP status at the boutique, where he was treated with the utmost exclusivity.
"I need nice clothes for a petite individual, including underwear," Augustine said to the manager, who nodded and led him to the VIP room.
The room was spacious, with a comfortable seating area, a large dressing room and bathroom which were behind two separate closed doors and an array of expensive clothes, bags, shoes, jewelry, and other luxury items, including a section dedicated to underwear's.
The manager stretched her hand toward the couch in the VIP room. "CEO Augustine, why don't you have a seat while my staff organizes clothes for a lady with…"
She was unable to complete her sentence when Augustine interrupted her. "It's for a man," he replied firmly, making his intentions clear.
As he got seated, he pulled out his phone from within his trouser pocket, dialling the phone number of Charles.
With a frown plastered all over the face of Charles, he angrily picked up the call. "What do you want?" He probed in rage through the other end of the phone call.
"Come inside the boutique," Augustine said, his tone steady. "Someone will escort you to where I am."
Following the words of Augustine, he hung up the phone call, leaving the grumbling Charles to step out of the car and make his way towards the boutique.
Arriving at the entrance, a staff welcomed Charles and directed him over to the VIP room where Augustine was seated.
Augustine had instructed the staff to lead Charles to the VIP room, ensuring that he would be escorted there without delay.
"Sir, here is the dressing rail that is filled with the size of clothes that would be of good fit to you." The manager uttered, pointing at seven dressing rails that were placed in the middle of the room.
While Augustine had instructed a staff to direct Charles over to the VIP room, the other staff had arranged seven clothes rails that had clothes for a person who had a small figure.
Augustine sighed, slipping his phone into his pocket. "Alright then," he mumbled, his tone laced with a hint of frustration. "I'll call you when I need you," he added, dismissing the manager with a wave.
The manager nodded her head as she stepped out of the room.
She has built a strong business relationship with Augustine and she trusts him even to the extent of leaving him alone inside a VIP room.
"Why the hell did you bring me here, Augustine?" Charles snapped, his arms crossed tightly around his stomach as he stood in front of the couch where Augustine was seated. "Or do you plan on rubbing it in my face that I have no reputation to uphold?"
Augustine inhaled deeply, his gaze steady. "I brought you here because you didn't have a chance to take a bath at the hospital, and I won't be dropping by my mansion."
Charles's lips tightened in a mixture of frustration and hurt. "Just last night you enjoyed my kiss," he hissed, "but a while ago, you pull away as if I disgust you. You should have told me my lack of a shower turned you off."
With a disappointed shake of his head, he turned on his heel and stormed towards a shot door.
Opening the door, Charles realized it led to a dressing room.
He quickly made his way to another door inside the VIP room, which turned out to be the bathroom.
Stepping inside, he shut the door behind him, taking off his white long-sleeve shirt that had gotten dirty from the fall the previous night.
Next, he removed his green joggers, leaving him in nothing but a black boxer brief.
Charles gripped the waistband of his boxer, ready to pull it off, when suddenly, the bathroom door swung open with force. Startled, he quickly turned his gaze toward the door, his heart racing.
"I am… I am sorry but I can't control myself any longer, Charles." Augustine uttered, sounding as if he was having an inner battle within himself.
Charles arched his brows in confusion. "H-huh?"
"I am horny Charles and I want us to have sex. Right here and right now." He declared with a desperate tone and a pleading gaze.
Before Charles could even react, Augustine bent down, lifting him effortlessly from the floor.
Charles was caught off guard by the sudden movement but didn't protest.
Instead, he instinctively wrapped his legs around Augustine's waist as Augustine pinned him against the wall.
Charles placed his hands firmly on Augustine's shoulders, his gaze locking onto Augustine's with intense focus, the tension between them palpable.
"Charles. Is it weird if I say I wanna fuck you?"
Charles bit his lower lips as he gently shook his head sideways while fluttering his eyelashes, a blush creeping onto his cheeks.
"May I do things to you?" Augustine whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. "And is it alright if I satisfy my lustful fantasy with you?"
Silence…
"Charles," Augustine whispered, his voice hushed and breathless.
As he spoke, the words slipped from his lips in a soft, low gasp. "Now that I've got you pinned to the wall, would you let me claim you—to suck and fuck you senseless?" Augustine's eyes burned with need, silently pleading for Charles to give in to his desires.
"I... I wouldn't mind," Charles murmured, the boldness of his words belying the slight tremble in his voice.
It was as if Charles could sense the hunger in Augustine's eyes and the depth of his desires.
Charles's heart thundered in his chest, his breath coming in quick, shallow pants.
Nervousness fluttered through his veins, but it was tempered by a burning curiosity and excitement that made his skin tingle with anticipation.
He was ready to see what lay ahead, regardless of where it led.
*Note*
The next chapter is rated PG-18