CHAPTER 9

Before 30 minutes, I reached the airport, and the plane was ready. It was a private plane. Don't tell me we are traveling on Matthew's private plane. Oh, my goodness, there are approx. 6 to 7 members traveling on this large plane. I never even dreamed about it; this was beyond my imagination in my present situation. I wouldn't dare to dream either. I was enjoying the beauty of the plane when Simon and David came; I didn't bother to greet them, and at last Scott came. Once everyone was in, the plane took off.

We reached France around 6 a.m.; it was Monday, and when we got off the plane, two cars were already waiting for us; one was for Scott, and the other was for us.

We reached the hotel, and wow, the outside view of the hotel was amazing. We entered the hotel, and Scott's assistant took the hotel room keys and handed them over to Scott; he gave one to Simon, and they departed. I didn't receive my room key, so I asked, "What about my room key?" "Our expected budget was not approved, so we must make quite an adjustment. We were able to afford only two rooms. You are staying with me." Is this an acceptable reason? He took a private plane, arranged for two branded cars, and couldn't afford a room for me. What the fuck? "Are you serious?" He came closer to me—very close, I could feel his breath—and spoke, "You are just an ordinary executive; are you worthy of spending the suite cost of a 5-star hotel, are you?".

He was very intimate, and words were not coming out of my mouth. The best option was being mute, which I am really good at given certain circumstances, like now. He spoke. "Fucking follow me." As if I had any other choice, I cursed within myself and followed him. This is just the beginning, I guess.

We entered the suit; it was a big one with a luxurious interior. I was like Dam; obviously spacious; those pieces of furniture looked like Dam antique; paintings on the wall wow; it's a really expensive suit. Now my biggest question is where I was going to stay, as this room has only one king-size bed. In my dreams, too, he would never let me sleep beside him. As I was battling within me, he spoke, Here I am going to stay; there is an adjoining room you can stay in. He gestured for me to go to another door.

There was another small door in the room, which I noticed later, and I made my way to the same room. It was small, where a single bed could fit in, with an attached bathroom. As I was observing the room, he came near me and spoke, "Is it ok for you? I mean, it's not too much for your standard; it is perfectly matching, right? I personally selected this room so you can easily fit in." This arrogant bastard. Definitely, I am not going to give him satisfaction, I replied. "Thank you; I can adjust anywhere easily, unlike others." To which he replied, "That's called faith. Everyone carves for our lives, and only a few like us will be lucky. Yes, you can thank me later. Get freshened up within 2 hours. We are leaving." By saying that, he left.

Such a bastard; all rich people are fucking bastards, ruthless, cold-hearted pricks. I started pouring in all the cursing words I was getting until I was feeling better and went to take a shower.

After getting freshened up, I walked out of my room, and Scott had already ordered breakfast—I guess not for me—so I thought of having it at the hotel dining hall. I was making my way towards the room door when he spoke, "Where the hell are you going? I ordered for both of us, come and have breakfast, and don't make it a bloody habit only for today, I ordered". I was shocked. Was he serious? Did he order for me too, or did he mix something with that? Seeing my hesitation, he spoke. "I won't let you die that easily, so have the damn food."

I hesitated for a few seconds after battling between 'odd and even' within me. 'Even' won the battle, so I made my way towards the dining table. I was so starving that I didn't give it a second thought.

He had ordered a few well-known dishes like scrambled eggs, French toast, rollups, donuts, and coffee, and I started enjoying my food. It was so delicious, and within no time I finished every item. Then the realization hit me: was it for both of us? He had already eaten, right? I mean, I don't think he was waiting for me; should I ask him? I was hesitating to even look at his face when I finally took courage. Already, he was watching me with an intense stare. "You are a fucking pig; you know that. You finished everything just like that. You don't have the courtesy to ask whether I had or not." Okay, he didn't have great. "I am sorry; I was so hungry I didn't realize. Should I order something?" "Oh no, thank you; your stomach is filled, which is fucking more than enough. Let's just leave. Bloody pig." With that, he left. I didn't bother to respond to him; I just followed him.

By the time we reached downstairs, both Simon and David were waiting for us, bright smiles on their faces. They had their morning fucking session, and our ride arrived. Scott left in one car, and the other three of us left.

It took us nearly an hour to reach the company; it was far from the hotel. A separate cabin was provided for each of us. I was thinking Simon would spare me, at least over here. Oh, boy, I was wrong. He dumped all of his work on me, and I already had so much on my plate. Now his work too. Here too, I need to extend my work schedule.

Time passed It was already lunchtime. I went to check on Scott, Simon, and David, but they were nowhere to be found, and I made my way toward the company cafeteria. After an hour, I came back and continued with my work. It was already evening from morning until now, and I didn't see any of their faces. I wasn't getting where the hell they were, and my work was not at all finished by the time I completed it, which was 10 p.m.

When I came out, it was 10.30 p.m., and my ride was nowhere to be found. Immediately, I started dialing Simon's number, which was switched off. I didn't have any other choice, so I called David, whose cell was also switched off. I gave up and booked a cab, which was quite expensive as it took 1 hour to reach the hotel and it was late at night. I didn't bother about expenses, as clearly stated in the mail; any extra would be reimbursed. By the time I reached the hotel, it was 11.40 p.m., and I had dinner and made my way towards my room.

I knocked on the door and received no response. Again, I knocked with no response, and the third time, Scott came and opened the door with an angry face. Geez, what is it with him? He was sleeping. I guess I went to my room, took a shower, and slept.

The next day I woke 30 minutes late as I was exhausted from yesterday's traveling and work until late at night, and Scott was nowhere to be found. I got up and had my breakfast. I was outside. Again, my ride was nowhere to be found. I was like, What the hell, and I called Simon. He picked up the call and said, "Where are you, and where is my ride?" We are already at the office, and you didn't come on time, so we left. Hire a cab; there is a pile of work waiting for you." "I was only 30 minutes late; you could have at least called me." "I am not your assistant; come soon."

By saying that he disconnected the call, fuck my life. I took a cab and left for company, and as soon as I arrived, I began to do my work again. It was like yesterday, which I couldn't complain about. When I finished my work, it was already 10.15 p.m. I am going to die soon because of this work pressure, I guess. I made my way out; my ride was nowhere to be found. Like yesterday again, I booked a cab.

After having my dinner, I made my way towards the room, exhausted. After like a decade, he opened the door, sleepy and angry, and spoke, "Can't you come early? Where the hell are you going daily?" Is he mad or what? "I was working." "Are you fucking kidding with me? We can finish our work on time. Why can't you? On top of it, give a shitty reason, stop fooling around, and don't fucking disturb me daily." I had no energy to argue with him. "OK, give me a spare key; I will not disturb you." "Hell no, and bloody, come back to the room immediately after finishing your dam work."

With that, he went back to his bed. I didn't have the energy to reply to him, so I made my way towards the bed and slept off. I am seeing hell in such a beautiful country.

Till today, which was Friday, it was like the same routine, no changes, and I strongly decided that no matter what, I needed to enjoy my weekend. By the time I reached the hotel, it was already 11 p.m. I made my way towards the room, and I could hear loud music and screaming—correct, it was a moaning sound—anyone could tell what was going on inside. I was fuming in anger. Bastards are enjoying their lives like anything over here, and I am the one who is seeing hell daily.

I tried several times to knock on his door, but he did not open it. I was tired of knocking and gave up. I made my way towards the reception, asked for a spare key, and got a reply that clear instructions were given not to give a spare key to anyone no matter what, just great. I didn't have any other option; I booked a cheap hotel nearby to spend a night.

The next morning, I came back to the hotel around 10 a.m. I knocked on the door, and a sexy girl opened the door half-naked. Why has she bothered to cover that much? I made my way towards my room. I saw Scott still sleeping naked. Wow, it was a hell of a view. If only I was in a good mood, I would have enjoyed it, at least for a few seconds. The more I saw, I was getting more annoyed.

I went to my room and got freshened up, picked up my camera, and left the room. It was my time to enjoy myself. After having my breakfast, I left the hotel to explore France. I had lunch outside, visited a few places, and took pictures. France is a beautiful place. In no time, it was already night. When I came back, it was 11 p.m., and yesterday's scene was recreated.

This time, I did not bother to knock. Again, I booked a night in the same hotel. The next morning, I came back to the hotel, and Scott opened the door. He was fully dressed; he was going outside, I guess. In no time, I got freshened up and left the hotel.

It was Sunday, and after exploring a few places in the evening, I thought of going to a 'gay pub' for a hook-up. Around 6 p.m., I entered the pub, and it was full of chaos. I made my way toward the bar section, ordered my drink, and was glancing at my surroundings. French men are hot, and their bodies are sculpted like hell. While I was glancing, one guy caught my eye. He was sipping his drinks, and we made eye contact. After a few minutes, I took the courage and approached him, and yes, today was my day. We spoke for a while; his name was André. We hit it off, and we left the pub. I booked a hotel to spend the night. By the time I woke, it was already 8 a.m. I was late for work, and my cell phone was switched off. I don't know when the battery died, and the charger was in the hotel. After bidding goodbye to André, I came back to the hotel.

When I entered the room, Scott was nowhere to be found. He went to work, I guess, and his things were missing, which was strange. I searched for a charger and kept my cell for charging. As soon as I turned on my cell, it lit up with Simon's call. I picked up the call, and he was shouting at the top of his lungs. "Where the hell are you from yesterday? I am trying to reach you, and why the heck is your cell switched off?" "I am sorry; I will come to the company in an hour." "You idiot, we are on our way back. I tried to reach you and left a text yesterday. You did not bother to read it, and your cell switched off. Book the next plane and come back." These fucking bastards.