Paul had followed the path his motorbike had taken him. He was trying not to think about Alex, but it was difficult. Deep down, he must have been angry with Alex. How dare he kiss him and then run away, as if Paul had kissed him against his will. After all, which of the two was the youngest?No one had ever made him feel so bad. As if he were the plague or the devil's temptation. Not even when he had to sell his body to disgusting old men, who at home spoke badly about gays, and then looked for kids to have sex with in exchange for money, because of the secrecy it gave them.But he couldn't be mad at Alex. He was simply confused, and since his best friend was dating a man, he decided to try a kiss. Oh Gods, and what a kiss. Paul, for the moments that the kiss lasted, experienced things and feelings like he had never experienced in his life. He hadn't been with anyone since he started being paparazzi. He didn't even miss it, because all the sex he had in the past was for other people's
On the night of December 24th, everyone sat at the table. The table was beautiful and abundant, and Sebastian had the honor of cutting the pieces of turkey that were going to be eaten. Everyone was laughing and telling stories and jokes, but Sebastian knew Alex too well not to know how unhappy he was.Hanna and her new boyfriend looked happy. The boy was friendly and seemed like a good guy. According to what he said, he was an orphan, like them, and had a modest job. He and Hanna met shortly after her mother's death. When she went to the cemetery with fresh flowers, to put them in the mausoleum. They bumped into each other as they turned, without seeing each other. He had gone to the cemetery to put flowers on his parents' grave. Conversation started and they started dating. Sebastian approved. The sister didn't need to marry into money, as her mother always wanted. Hanna just needed someone to treat her well and make her happy. Besides, Sebastian would have a job for him as soon as h
Paul had spent the whole day drinking eggnog, and then he switched to wine while he was cooking. Now that he had finished dinner, and had drunk an entire bottle of wine during it, he was completely drunk, sitting in the armchair in front of the television, watching one of the Christmas movies that come back every Christmas.On his lap, his landlady's cat slept curled up, while he petted him. Beside him he had a bottle of gin and another of tonic water, and he had already made the gin and tonic to drink. He wasn't used to drinking. In fact, he didn't drink. All the alcohol he had consumed during the day, in addition to making him dizzy, staggering and with double vision, had also made him sentimental. He saw the film and cried. To be honest, he didn't watch the movie, because he couldn't even see the cat on his lap. He was crying because he felt sorry for himself. He was there, celebrating Christmas alone, as always, but feeling sorry for himself because this time he was in love and al
Paul stumbles out the door. The night was extremely cold, only 25ºF and he was wearing pajamas and slippers and his new motorcycle jacket. With the key in hand, he tries to get to the motorbike, but falls twice in the snow. Laughing like a maniac, he crawls over to the motorbike and tries to get on it, but the motorbike falls under the weight he uses to get up. He ends up sitting on the ground, leaning against the bike.- It looks like I won't be able to ride my motorbike. I must have had a little too much to drink. – he says, laughing at himself.He leans back, looking at the sky. He could see the stars. His eyes began to grow heavy, and he ended up falling asleep, not seeing the snow that began to fall during the night.Within minutes, Paul stops shaking as the snow covers the bike and his body. He falls into the deepest sleep of his life.- Oh my god, what am I going to do? Johnson City is almost 12 hours away – Alex says, taking his coat and getting ready to leave. He hadn't hung
William sat in the hospital waiting room, while his son went down the hall, to call home and rest his mother.When the doctor appears, William stands up as if he had a spring in his ass, and moves forward.- Paul Lloyd's family?- Doctor, how is Paul?- Are you the father?- No sir. I'm just a friend. He has no family. Just us and the other friends will be here tomorrow. They were in New York.- I shouldn't give information if it's not familiar, but Paul had no emergency contact with him, and it's Christmas. Anyway. He was very lucky. If you had found him 10 minutes later, he would probably have died. He was in severe hypothermia. He had a dangerously low body temperature, below 95°F. His rectal temperature was 75 F, which caused him to fall into a coma. We apply warm intravenous fluids and are progressively warming him with warm blankets. His current rectal temperature is 96 F, which makes him out of danger. He came out of a coma, but as his alcohol level was very high, he didn't wak
It was a different Christmas Day, spent in a hospital room. Sebastian, with his influence and money, had arranged for Christmas cakes and some food and juices, which he had delivered to the doctors' and nurses' rooms, and to the patients who spent Christmas there. Everyone was grateful for their generosity. He also made a large donation to the pediatric ward. The director was as radiant as anyone. The next day, Paul is discharged and the friends part ways. Sebastian, Theo, Hanna and her new boyfriend return home by plane. William and Nancy go to their son's house, where they plan to celebrate New Year's Eve, and Alex stays with Paul at his house, to take care of the move. Yes, Alex doesn't plan on letting Paul out of his sight and is taking him home.- I'm not comfortable with this idea of moving to your house. I love you, but we don't know each other. I didn't want to ruin everything.- I'm not going to take you to my house, room and bed. The house has many rooms.Paul glances side
Alex made love for the first time with Paul. In reality, Alex made love for the first time in his life. He was lying next to a sleeping Paul cuddled against him, and he didn't know whether to be shocked or happy. All his life he had taken women to bed. One after the other. Sometimes two at the same time. He didn't even know if he took them to bed because he was attractive, or because he was Senator Carter's son and had a big wallet. It was probably because of who he was, more than because he was pretty, but he never wanted to know. He had always been concerned about using a condom, so that no one would say that he was the father of his child, and the only time he was accused of that, everything was handled confidentially, a DNA test putting an end to the pretense. He had a motto. Take the woman to bed, fuck her as he pleases, and move on to someone else. They are always women who open their legs to him and he fucked pussy after pussy. Never had another cock besides his been in his be
- I don't want you to react without thinking. I want you to listen to me and then we can talk about what I'm going to tell you. Do you promise?If Sebastian was apprehensive, now he is very worried.- Promise. Tell me what's going on,- When I went to call Hanna to say goodbye to Paul, I unintentionally heard some unpleasant things. But the worst part is that I heard Harry slap Hanna.-What? And only now you tell me? I kill…- Stop. This cannot be treated that way. You promised.Sebastian tries to calm down and tells Theo to continue. He says everything he has heard and then looks at Sebastian.- I know we have to do something. It may have been an isolated case, but whoever attacks their partner usually repeats it and tends to get worse. There was no point in confronting him or talking to Hanna hotly. It will only serve to push her away from you and fall deeper into a dangerous relationship. We have to find out what's going on. How did Harry know that Paul was a prostitute? Who is he