CHAPTER 36

I was at the restaurant, doing my work. It's been a few days since the intense conversation between me and Joshua. He didn't show up on my doorstep again, which was fucking good. After finishing my work, I started checking my cell.

For the past few days, a guy from the dating website has been pestering me, literally pleading to meet him. He was a bloody hunk. I had come across a few before, but this guy was screaming of muscularity, and yeah, he is on top of my list. He had sent so many messages—a few photos taken in a gym, shirtless. After seeing those, I couldn't help but smile. When I was so involved in zooming in and out of the pictures sent by Jonny, someone wrapped a hand around my waist and started kissing my neck.

"Who the hell is this hunk? Are you going to meet him?" "He has been pleading for the past few days, and I should meet him, right?" "Hell with all the bastards who are getting lucky with you. You are giving a bloody chance to every fucking individual outside this building. Why the hell don't I deserve a bloody another chance?" "We talked about this." "Well, I am not satisfied with your reasons. Damn, you know, whenever you go with any guy, I feel an ache in my heart, and you swore to shatter my heart into pieces. Can't you show some mercy to me? I don't deserve to be heartbroken." "Are you done for the day?" "No, quite not? When you are old, you are going to end up with me. I don't deserve this treatment. My concluding part is to keep me in your favor. I am the only dependent source you have." "What got into you today?" "I don't know," "Everything went well with your new boyfriend's parent's visit, right?" "It went well. Too well. Damn, I didn't expect this outcome from this trip." "You are worried because this guy seems to be perfect, and you are freaking out. Not able to handle things." "I don't know," "I know you. I know I am not in a position to give relationship advice to anyone. But can't you go with the flow this time? Let's see how things work out." "This attachment will kill me if things don't work out between us, and I am scared." "I know, and I have been there. It is damn scary. You know I will be there for you if things do not work out." "OK, promise me if things don't work out, we will give you a chance to each other." "Oh, please, will you stop? For sure, we will end up together as friends." "God, why do you always do this to me? You won't meet any guy like me; mark my words." "And that's why I don't want to miss you by bringing Dick in between." "You can't do this; a good guy like me doesn't deserve this."

I was staring at him without uttering a word. Sometimes this guy would get on my nerves. "What? Stop staring. I know I am bloody handsome than that guy whom you are going to meet today." "You read my text." "Well, so," "You are turning into a stalker. Tell me, should I be worried?" "Yeah, well, good one. I didn't drug you or take advantage of you. See, sincerely, I have been pleading with you for three years, and you are the most merciless bastard I have ever met." That only made me laugh harder. "Oh god, get over your possessiveness and give a bloody chance to your boyfriend." "I am trying that," "Try sincerely. As you got Plan B," "OK, were you serious about Plan B?" "Every word, I mean it." "OK, I am going to give my sincere effort to this relationship. If things work out well or else, I will stop dating, and yeah, you should keep your word." "Done." "I am not going to stop flirting, ok? Whatever may be the case with my current boyfriend I will keep trying my luck with you. No one can stop me, including you." I nodded my head; no words were spoken. He wanted to hear a 'yes' from my side, and I couldn't help it other than nodding.

"So, you are meeting him." "Yes", "Share the location, ok?" "As always," "That's good. I got a date with my boyfriend. I will get going and be careful." "Of course, Dad." "Wow, you are killing me." "Get out, please." "Yeah, yeah, take care, baby." "You too.".

After finishing the chores, I left the restaurant. We were meeting in a five-star hotel; he had already booked a room and shared the room number. I was late, thanks to David, I reached the hotel as fast as I could. After reaching, I made my way to the room. I took a long breath before knocking, but the door was slightly open. He didn't lock the door, I guess.

I entered the room. I was baffled and dumbstruck on the spot. Both Joshua and Tristian were on the bed, sipping their drinks. Both of them acknowledged my presence and continued with their drinks, as they were expecting this to happen. No words were spoken, and there was a satisfying smile running down both Joshua's and Tristian's faces. I was not sure how to react to the situation I was pushed into. I could have gotten hell out of this place at this second, but I don't want to fucking run anymore. I want to know what they were up to. By taking a long breath, I occupied the chair that was near me, placed my right leg on the left lap, and closed my eyes, my head resting on the wall.

"You are here; congratulations; we are your customers." I was in the same position. "Well, I should be congratulating you guys for fucking using a cheap trick." "For cheap people, only cheap tricks work out, and you are here." That only made me face him with an intense stare. "Yeah, well, why the carving to sleep with a cheap person?" "Well, it's none of your business, and you need to know your place before rejecting something or before challenging. I told you, When I want something, I will get it." Yeah, by uploading a fake identity." "Some stunt needs to be done to get our way and to show a few their places. Exactly where they belong. Like you. You came running to the hotel just for money and pleasure. So, yeah, everything is ready, both money and pleasure." "If I fucking don't agree, would you force me?" "We are bloody customers; why the hell would you disagree? What is the work of a whore to give pleasure and take one right? We are fucking throwing money on your face more than we talked over the phone. Trust me." 

I was fuming, and my chest was falling from high to low. My breathing was heavy. Tristian, till now, didn't utter a word. I hate every fucking thing that has been going on for the past few days. I didn't ask this; I didn't ask his wrath towards me, which was fucking hurting, and at the same time, I wanted to make him feel the same. I hated the day when our eyes met for the first time, which made my heart flutter and is now replaced by an ache. I started unbuttoning my shirt, and both were shocked.

"So, who is going to come first?" "What?" "Who is bloody going to come first, or else is it a threesome? I never tried, but I love to try, which includes my ex and my friend. What more do I need? I am in." "You are ready to get laid with anyone just for money and pleasure." "What's wrong with that? You know, a few years ago, I had sugar daddies, like more than one. What's wrong with getting both pleasure and money at the same time?" "You don't care with whom you are fucking." "Why the hell will I give a fuck? Pleasure and money are a deadly combination. I welcome from anyone." 

This time Joshua was fuming, and Tristian was gulping down. Both didn't expect this. "So, who is top and who is bottom? As you know, I am versatile, and I am ok with any. Who is fucking first to give or take pleasure? My time is precious; I can't waste it like this. Every second counts. Should we let Tristian watch the show? By the time we are finished, he will be aroused and ready to go." "Are you this shameless?" "Why too? You are forgetting something I am whoring with my body, not to forget the handful amount I am getting." "Get out," "What, why?" "Get the hell out of my site." I could only chuckle in response to that. "What about my payment?" 

Joshua threw the glass on the floor with full force, which scattered into so many pieces, just like my heart. "Get the hell out. I may rip you off; trust me." Well, I want my payment, so transfer the bloody money to my account. If we didn't fuck, that doesn't mean I was going to ignore my payment. See to it that you transfer the amount by tomorrow, understood? I will get going, and next time don't fake the identity if you are itching to sleep with me so much; just say so for once. I will forget my list just for you, for old times' sake, and, of course, for money. Call or text me anytime; I will be at your service. Goodbye."

I exited the room, and I could feel both of their gazes on me.

From the time I heard he was a hooker, whenever I see his face, I feel like killing him at that second. It only increased my hatred toward him even more. I don't want to share any fucking things anymore; everything stopped five years ago. I want to humiliate him in every fucking possible way. I have turned into a sadist, and I felt strange happiness when I did that. He is a fucking whore, and he proved that today. For money, he is fucking ready to do anything with anyone. I have spared their fucking lives; can't he do any fucking decent job? He would get a lot. Whoring like seriously. How the hell didn't I see this side when I was with him those many years? Was he acting with me? No, he was not, and I cannot guarantee that. Whoring was it some kind of gig, I guess; yeah, easy money; still a bloody hooker.

"What you saw in him, I am still not getting." "What do you mean?" "I know your revenge thing and all. Still, it never felt like you were acting with him; maybe you were a good actor. But you were glued, fucking, sucking, and kissing everywhere. How the hell is it even possible if you are fucking acting, and what the hell did you see in him? I am really not getting it." "It was only sexual attraction." "Ok, that's only what the hell you saw for attracting, at least for sex too, with him. I mean, I was done with him for the first time that day. I didn't feel like trying at least one more time."

I was stunned by this revelation. What the hell was he talking about, and please don't tell me, did he? What, what, by clearing my throat, please elaborate. What are you trying to convey?" "That I slept with him, and I was disgusted on that day itself." "Are you gay or bi, by any chance?" "I wanted to try with men; he wanted money, so yeah, we had sex together." "You are not joking, right?" "Why would I joke about such things? You were fucking glue to him always. I thought something about him attracted you so much, so I wanted to know what that was." "Are you fucking making any sense?" "I don't know why I decided to have sex, but I loathe every second."

I was dead silent. I was not sure how to take this news. This fucking bastard slept with him for his fucking fantasy and for money; that bastard agreed. Why the hell did I get involved once again with that fucking bastard? It was over between us; I should have left the things then and there. Why the hell am I involved once again? Day by day, I am hearing horrifying news about Gray. Which was far from the Gray back then. If I fucking my business, everything would be as it was, and it would never come to my knowledge. Now I am not able to digest any fucking thing. If I get over one thing about him already, another one will be revealed.

If I stay one more second, I may fucking choke this bastard to death, and the next thing I did was walk out of the room. Tristian was shouting, asking for the reason. I didn't give a dam to him.