Chapter 2 - Application F*e

"Sir Levi?" he called as he opened the door after a few knocks. He looked surprised. "How come?"

This small house-well, the smallest size of the properties my company used to market-didn't take long for the occupants to open the door.

"Just a moment." I took off my glasses and hung the folds in my pocket before raising my eyebrows, signaling my desire to enter the house.

"Shame, Sir ...." He pushed me back, away from the door that closed behind his back.

Nabastala Putra, the real name of a gigolo who claims to be Aryo. More interesting, actually. However, this man who was taller than me by a few inch seemed to investigate our surroundings with an annoyed look.

"Just a moment..., just a moment." My forefinger and thumb formed a small pinch in the air. Perhaps pinching the tanned circles on his chest was much more fun than starting a conversation like this.

"Guest, Bro?" Another voice asked from the open door behind Aryo. Ah, I'm used to calling him that.

Aryo. Similar words of invitation as I started to tie his hands together on the bars of the headboard and started to wet his backside with saliva.

His muscles would tighten with all the sensation, hard, forming sensual chunks that sent ridiculous shivers down the tip of mine.

Just imagining it, I wanted to pull Aryo to the car and hollow out his ass with maximum force.

The twitching..., the suffocating sensation down there, including my success in getting him to shoot air multiple times.

Okay, I'm crazy. I'm crazy about someone like him. If only I could lock him up, let alone walk, if possible he wouldn't sit other than swaying on my lap.

"This... is the head of the office." Aryo half-shouted, responding with a similar intonation.

His younger brother was a boy, too? Is it the same as him?

I mean, families must have similarities. Aryo is good-looking in my opinion. Okay, I'm face-blind when it comes to determining someone's level of looks, and that's normal for a man. Our dominant race prefers tangible objects that are comfortable to touch rather than faces.

So, women are beautiful. Ah, there's no difference. Like a woman who just came out. To me, she's beautiful. Probably the same age as my eldest brother who is now lying in the hospital. In a coma.

"Hello!" I prefer to greet this woman with a full smile. A smile that was friendlier than the habitual corporate slaves in front of me when I had to work.

"Who, Bas?" asked the woman who turned out to be shorter than Aryo, wearing new home-made overalls, as evidenced by the price tag that had not been removed.

What a cute family. She stuck out her hand and I immediately greeted her with a handshake—pretending to be happy. I felt somewhat disturbed by the presence of another person between us.

"Friends, Ma'am." Aryo reasoned and pointed to the courtyard where his motorcycle was parked. "We'll talk outside, okay?"

"Don't you give your guests a drink first?" The woman, Aryo called her Mom, turned to me. "Mister..."

"Levi," I responded quickly.

"Yes, Mr. Levi. What would you like to order?"

"Mom, this isn't a restaurant!" Aryo sounded agitated. A typical nag by my standards.

I replied quickly, "Just tea then."

She nodded and gestured with her hand for a moment. Okay, we had time to talk alone. It wasn't long and it had to be done quickly.

"You know where this address is?" Aryo's tug on my arm shifted us away from the door and window.

"That's easy." I turned to the corner of the courtyard that was filled with a long couch fused to a divider with the same chrome trellis material without a table. Unique. I didn't even think twice about sitting down.

"You insulted me before. Called me like a dog," Aryo complained. His face showed more wrinkles than when his mother was there.

"That's an order." How to persuade him, huh? I grabbed each part of his fingers, brought them together in a complementary grip, and kissed the back of his hand that felt rougher than before. "I want you to bark, to do as I say."

"Not here, Sir ...." Aryo hissed, pulling his hand away from my touch.

From the dimness of the fine hair visible along his arm, Aryo must be getting aroused too. What a lie to say he wasn't interested in being impaled. Hypocrite!

"Did you accept HRD's offer?" I took the cigarette case out of my pants pocket, simply lit a cigarette on my lips, and talked about work like there was never any intimacy between us.

Only Aryo seemed to be keeping his distance by standing, maybe two steps away from where I was sitting. He was holding on to the guardrail of the courtyard.

"Already." Aryo nodded, then turned to me. "It can't be free, right?"

"One day a week." That was the condition I proposed, I just thought of it briefly. Whereas before my intention was just to help, but now I wanted to ask for something in return. "I want to be with you."

"Sir ...."

I put the cigarette filter on his lips after taking an impromptu standing step. It was enough to silence him for a moment.

"It doesn't have to be in bed. We can go for a walk, eat, or do you like shopping?" I whispered in the corner of his ear ending with a small bite that turned out to provoke a stifled scream.

"Not in public!"

"Are you embarrassed?" I chuckled and sat back down, stretching my arms on the trellis divider while looking around very casually.

Who cared about our interaction? Mostly just people passing by on the compound streets without noticing the houses on the side of the road. Maybe I should be a little wary of the few eyes watching in the distance.

"I'm still normal, Sir." For the umpteenth time, Aryo rejected me. Pointing the finger at himself under false pretenses. He returned the remaining cigarette to my hand. "I still want to get married and have children."

How challenging he was. Women and men don't usually refuse my offers. After all, who would want to marry a man with a background like his? Did he impregnate someone to the point of needing to propose as soon as possible?

"It's just one of seven days, Aryo darling ...." I ran my forefinger over my dry lower lip. I felt like I was holding back too much. "You have nothing to lose with my offer."

Seeing Aryo after a long night of swearing, I wanted him even more. Oh, that round ass is obviously well-groomed, smooth. When is it time to take care of himself?

I don't think a man would openly go for a treatment at a salon or spa, unless... maybe invited by one of his clients first.

"What is this offer, sir?"

Thankfully I didn't touch Aryo and remained safely seated. His mother came over to ask while placing a teacup beside me. The jasmine aroma of the tea was tempting.

"Oh, this way, Aunty." I took a sip of the sweet, warm liquid from the rim of the cup before explaining, "I gave your son an extra job at the company. It requires an overnight stay, but we're willing to pay overtime accordingly."

"Accept it, Bas! It's not bad to add to the application fee!"

"Mister ...."

It turned out to be easier to talk in front of Aryo's favorite old lady than to wait for a personal answer.

"As a token, I'll leave this first." I put down the car keys and a debit card with some money to convince him. "You can refuse and return this during my visit to the office tomorrow. I think my business here is done."

Shaking hands with Aryo's mother, then saying goodbye, I briefly winked at Aryo.

I had gotten his real identity and could bury him at any time if he dared to refuse. There should be no refusal.

"Sir—Mister?" He called out, chasing me to the side of the car, right around to cover the open door from the view of others. Aryo shook his head, "I ... can't."

He placed the two items I'd given him earlier in the palm of my hand, forcing me to grasp them.

I, who had been sitting on the passenger seat, shifted to face him, taking his hands to hold my gifts.

"Think about it first." I looked at her sharply, along with an aura that should be irresistible. "You guys need expenses, and... that yesterday was still very impressive."

My reflexes often rise every time I recall the heat of our union in bed. A few days ago, even a few years ago I can still remember.

"Here." Aryo showed me the card he kept and returned the key to my hand. He confessed, "I can't drive either."

Hah... it turned out to be that problem. Really? I couldn't believe it. It's true?

I haven't let go of his hand that handed me the key. I still held it, then strengthened it into an impromptu tug.

Aryo came closer, clinging to me, right between my groin that confined him. He actually looked down when I looked up and parted my lips.

My free hand grabbed his smooth jaw and gave it a chance to release the feelings that were bubbling up.

This wasn't just lust. "I really miss you."