So this is it…
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In that moment of heightened ecstasy, he couldn't help but reflect on the profound questions swirling in his mind.
Was this the same intoxicating sensation that had captivated his lover to Ryder?
Had he finally unlocked the secret to their passionate connection?
Lost in a sea of pleasure and contemplation, Haidar's whispered words were drowned out by the symphony of his own pleasure-filled moans.
Yet, even as his voice faded into the background, the profound realization dawning upon him remained crystal clear.
"So this is it..." Haidar murmured to himself, his words barely audible amidst the cacophony of pleasure.
Yet, in that fleeting moment of clarity, he felt a profound sense of understanding wash over him, as if he had finally glimpsed the elusive truth that had eluded him for so long.
He couldn't avoid that thought. He pondered about intimacy, about how he had missed many things in his relationship that he thought was good enough.
Maybe this was what made it hard for her to let go of this young boy.
Ryder was clearly a skilled host. He was quite meticulous in exploring his client's body and finding out how to satisfy his partner.
"I fully understood now." Those words escaped his lips without him realizing it, continuing his contemplation in his mind.
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At least there's warm water. Ryder really hates showering with cold water after sex. They had engaged in various positions for over two hours without pause.
Initially, Haidar seemed cold and dismissive, but as time went on, he kept asking for more. The initial judgment in his eyes faded, replaced by curiosity and desire.
Haidar transformed from a distant skeptic into an eager student, attentively observing everything Ryder did.
By the last half hour, their intense physicality had given way to light conversation. They discussed the various sex positions they had just explored, with Haidar asking questions and Ryder offering insights.
Ryder appreciated Haidar's willingness to learn and adapt, recognizing the shift from mere physical interaction to a deeper, more intimate exchange.
The warm water cascaded over him, a comforting end to their passionate encounter. Ryder dried himself off with a clean towel and got dressed right away.
As he emerged from the bathroom, he saw Haidar sitting at the edge of the bed with one leg crossed over the other, a cigarette in hand, its tip pointed towards the open window.
Haidar was only wearing boxers and had a satisfied expression on his face—the typical look of someone who feels fulfilled after sex.
The soft glow of the streetlights outside cast a warm hue across Haidar's face, highlighting the tranquility in his eyes.
Seeing Ryder come out of the bathroom, Haidar put the cigarette to his lips, took a deep drag, then directed his phone screen towards Ryder. On it, the screen displayed proof of a successful transfer.
Ryder glanced at the phone screen for a moment before smiling. "Thanks," he murmured sincerely.
Haidar nodded, then showed a photo of a girl on his phone screen. "You know her, right?"
Ryder leaned in slightly, studying it carefully. "Hmm, she looks like one of my regulars, but I forgot her name."
"One of your regulars," Haidar repeated. "How many times have you slept with her?"
"I don't remember. Maybe three or more? I don't know, I've been taking on a lot of jobs lately. My memory is bad."
Haidar laughed. "Her name's Cindy."
Ryder's eyes widened slightly in recognition. "Ah, Cindy. Now I remember. She's been a regular for a while. How do you know her?"
"She's my girlfriend. She's booked you a few times in the last 3-4 months. How can you not remember the name of a regular client! Pathetic! What kind of elite host are you?"
Ryder felt like he had been hit by a truck. In an instant, feelings of anxiety and awkwardness washed over him.
He never thought he would meet someone who had a direct connection to one of his clients, especially the girlfriend of one of his clients.
"Shit," he muttered to himself. This situation could quickly become messy and complicated.
Haidar watched Ryder's reaction, his expression unreadable.
Ryder considered making a run for it, but Haidar suddenly appeared.
"I'll walk you out now," Haidar said, stubbing out his cigarette and getting up. He winced in pain from his slightly sore back. "Shit."
"I'll send you the name of a good painkiller through the chat feature."
"Whatever!" Ryder waved his hand in the air.
Phew, thankfully Haidar didn't act out. It's not his fault if he slept with his girlfriend.
That's his job.
Blame his girlfriend for booking a host. Yeah yeah yeah, Ryder did nothing wrong. He defended himself in his mind.
As they made their way to the door, Ryder couldn't shake off the lingering unease.
Haidar held the gate open and – again – without saying anything, gestured for Ryder to leave. Once Ryder was outside, he closed the door without any small talk.
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When Alaric arrived at the room where Raven was being treated, the atmosphere was warm, illuminated by the soft glow of the bedside lamp.
The air carried a sense of tranquility, enhanced by the delicate scent of fresh flowers from the vase on the table.
Raven lay on the bed, his hands still bound with reins, but he was no longer wearing hospital clothes.
Alaric sat carefully on the chair next to the bed. His hands tightly hugged the bouquet of fresh flowers he brought.
The bouquet consisted of various soft-colored flowers, creating harmony with the room's atmosphere.
Raven glanced slowly towards him, sighing. His face looked tired and sleepy.
"Where's your pretty mom?" Alaric asked, glancing towards the door. "Here, I brought a bouquet of flowers, so your mom will be even more crazy about me." He joked, smiling. "Be ready, I'm going to be your step-dad!"
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