Chapter 3

At 7 PM sharp, Alex walks through the office door, ignoring Sebastion's deep sigh of displeasure, for once again enter without knocking.

- Get your ass up, it's time.

He even tried to protest that he had work to finish, but ended up being pulled out of the chair, seeing his coat tucked into his arms and pushed out of the office, making his secretary gaze at him and raise an eyebrow.

- Have a nice weekend - Alex shouts, without giving Sebastian the opportunity to say the same or even hear any reply.

Alex charges into the elevator, taking it directly to the underground parking lot, and to his car. Sebastian protests again, but Alex ignores him, again, saying that tomorrow he can take an Uber and pick up the car.

In less than 20 minutes, both were at the door of the compound where Sebastian lived. The concierge opens the door for him with a smile.

- Welcome Mr Jones. Arrived early today.

Sebastian responds with a “thank you” but continues on his way to the elevator, pulled by Alex.

When they enter Sebastian's luxurious apartment, he is locked in the bathroom to take a shower while Alex chooses his clothes.

- Man, do you only have work clothes? – he says aloud while he continues his search. Finally, he finds some black jeans, which are brand new, and a white t-short to which he has added a leather jacket.

When Sebastian got dressed, he didn't even recognize himself. He seemed to have rejuvenated a good few years, but even so he protested that those clothes were not comfortable.

Alex ignores him, and as soon as Sebastian takes his wallet and cell phone, he pushes him out of the house, into the elevator and back into the car.

40 minutes after this game of "pushing Sebastion", they were sitting in the pub, accompanied by two women, slightly alike, who were, without any doubt, the most beautiful in the space.

One look was all it took for Sebastian to know he wasn't the least bit interested in any of them. Clearly, this was not the case for the sisters, as they took turns sexually trying to win the best match on the market.

30 minutes later, Sebastian pulls a $100 bill from his wallet, leaves it on the table saying "the drinks are on me", leans over to Alex and whispers in his ear:

- You take advantage of the sisters. I'm going to sleep because I'm rotten with sleep. Don't worry, I have already called an uber.

Alex sighs and looks at him disapprovingly, but there's nothing he can do to hold his workaholic friend from his hermitage life.

- One of these days you're going to be impudent for not leaking out your balls, which I bet are no longer blue, but completely black from lack of use – Alex replies in his ear.

Sebastian smiles, says goodbye to the women and leaves, as if the flames of hell were approaching, ready to consume him.

When the Uber arrives, he doesn't give his home address, but his office address. When he gets there and looks up at his office window, he can't make his legs walk to the entrance of the building, and runs to the entrance to the underground garage, heading to his new Tesla, the Model S. He gets into the car to head home, but a hypophany makes him turn on the GPS and turn to Cornell University as his destination. It was almost 10 pm and the trip would take about 4 and a half hours, but it was Friday night. He was too tired to sleep, and if he went home, he would certainly be working at 7 am. So, even knowing it would arrive at 3 am, he takes off before he regrets it. He would certainly find a hotel to spend the night and somewhere to eat along the way.

More than 2 hours later, he remembers that his old friend and reformed dean would kill him if he went back to Cornell and didn't knock on his door to ask for an overnight stay. But knocking on William and Nancy Smith's door at 3 am, asking to have a shower, food and landing on their couch until the next morning didn't seem very fair.

But he was hungry, he was tired, and he needed to fuck. Perhaps it was better that he stayed in the pub, and at that hour he would be on top of one of the sisters, making her scream his name with pleasure. But getting a woman into bed always comes at a cost. The cost of seeing in their eyes the expectation of being the one, of something more happening between the two, more than the casual sex, and the phone calls and constant “accidental” encounters that would follow. No, what he really needed was to eat, jerk off in the shower, and go to sleep. However, when he realizes it, he is parking the car and putting the car in charge at the back of the block where William lived. Now, all he needed to do was wake up his old friend and talk for a few hours.

When a sleepy William, with Nancy hidden behind his back, opens the door, he regrets it, but is immediately embraced by him.

- Sebastian, my boy, come in, come in. How can this old man help you?

- Good night William. Good night Nancy – he says, kissing the woman's smiling face. - I'm sorry to get you out of bed at this hour. I didn't even think about that, sorry.

- Nonsense. - Nancy responds. – someone my age can always sleep all day, having nothing to do. Do you want a coffee? I'm going to do it. – and run to the kitchen, without waiting for an answer.

- The usual Nancy - he says, smiling at William.

- It's not after we're old that we're going to change, don't you think? – William replies, laughing.

- You may be retired but you are not old. By the way, I feel older than you.

William tilts his head and looks at Sebastian, waiting for him to continue.

- I'm tired William. All my life is my company. I'm getting sick of my life. Not from work, but from having only work. I'm not depressed, just overcome with anxiety.

- You need to get a wife - Nancy says, getting back with a tray with coffee and several sandwiches. - I bet you didn't even have dinner and you're starving. I made you some sandwiches. That's all I can do at this hour.

- Sandwiches are perfect, Nancy. – he says, grabbing one and taking a bite.

- Why don't you take a few days off? This weekend doesn't count, don't even think about saying it, but get your things together and take a week off. You can stay here with us, go visit the college. You know I didn't cut ties with Cornell and I'm still an advisor.

- Yes. And I bet the kids are grateful to have you there. You were the best dean there.

- Please don't get his ego up. It took me the last few years to get his ego to sleep.

Sebastian laughs heartily. Nancy always managed to make him laugh. Especially when the victim was William.

- It's not a bad idea to take a week off from the company. I haven't taken a day off since my dad passed away. But I have so much work pending.

- Jesus, are you saying that your company will go bankrupt if you take a few days for yourself? You, who were elected the 10th most powerful in the world and the 7th richest, by Forbes Magazine, don't you have that organized to take a few days off? Bullshet.

Sebastian smiles and lowers his head.

- The company survives without me for a few days. Whether I survive without having my head buried in work, I don't know.

- Nonsense. I warn you, 8 days from now, I want you here at home with your luggage, to spend at least a week, preferably two. You can remote work if you're running out of things to do, but Nancy and I will keep you busy. Who knows, maybe you'll find a wife around here.

- For fuck sake, don't act like my mother, and start introducing me to all the single women you know. I'm leaving right away.

William louth.

- No. I wouldn't do that to you. Are your mother and sister still on this adventure? Haven't they given up yet?

- They think that, one of these days, I will get all fours for one of the women. Crazy women in my family.

- Son – Nancy says – maybe you should try a man. Perhaps this lack of interest in the female gender is due to the number of women you've slept with. Same-sex marriage has been legally recognized in New York for some time.

Sebastian laughed until tears ran down his face.

- You're too much Nancy. I missed you. No, I would not want to "test drive" a man. The only dick I play is mine own.

- Puritan! - she says.

- I am not! I just like women. That gay dream of you going to your gay BFF's gay wedding is too gay for me.

- stop saying gay - Nancy says, blushing.

William laughs.

- Tomorrow we'll talk better. I bet you want to take a good shower and sleep. Let's get the guest room ready for you while you shower.

- I can stay on the couch. I don't even have a change of clothes.

- Today you're full of nonsense boy. The room is full of my son's clothes, and he hasn't slept there or worn those clothes for over 15 years, so pretend it's all yours – he says, pushing Sebastian into the bathroom while Nancy puts 2 towels in his hand.