Chapter 3

“Does it hurt?” Eryx asked, rubbing his cheek with one hand while the other gently massaged his abdomen.

Braylon whimpered softly as Eryx continued to caress his cheeks gently. He couldn't believe he was lying there with Eryx.

“Just stay with me, Braylon. We can study together here,” Eryx murmured, resting his head on Braylon's shoulder. But the words he hoped to hear didn't come from Braylon's mouth.

“I have already applied, Eryx. I can not do anything”, As Braylon said, Eryx pulled out his shaft and shoved hard inside him which made Braylon scream in pain.

"I don't want you to leave me," Eryx confessed, his demeanor shifting as he expressed a desperate longing for Braylon, bordering on obsession. He seemed consumed by his emotions, almost animalistic in his intensity.

Eryx released his frustration on Braylon, making Braylon breathless. Eryx planted his seeds inside Braylon that didn't receive objection from Braylon's side. They both were panting hard and Braylon was almost choked by his dominance. It was his first sex with his love, he indeed loved that streamy lovemaking. But Eryx was aggressive which Braylon disliked the most.

Eryx laid down and quickly fell asleep. Braylon sighed heavily, gently stroking Eryx's hair.

He had only intended to confess his love to Eryx, never expecting things to escalate this far. Braylon decided not to wake Eryx, instead embracing him and closing his eyes, savoring the surreal moment as if it were a dream he never wanted to end.

The next afternoon...

When Eryx woke up, he found himself lying naked on a comfortable bed. The hangover was pounding in his head, and he rubbed his forehead in pain.

His first instinct was to look for Braylon, who had slept with him the previous night. But the space beside him was empty. Eryx sat up in bed, looking around the room in confusion.

His clothes lay scattered on the floor, but there was no sign of Braylon. Eryx clenched his fists tightly, his expression grimacing with frustration and his heart sinking.

He checked his phone and saw that it was already 1 PM. Feeling unsteady, Eryx got up and made his way to the bathroom. Turning on the shower, he stood under the hot water for a long time, letting it cascade over him, attempting to soothe not just his physical hangover but also the pain in his heart.

He usually forgot what happened after drinking, but this time, he remembered everything from last night vividly. Braylon had confessed his love and then left for another country, seemingly leaving Eryx's life.

After coming out of the shower, Eryx picked up his clothes from the floor and dressed himself. Glancing back at the bed, memories of Braylon crying and their intimate encounter flooded his mind, the evidence of their passion still visible on the sheets.

Running a hand through his hair, Eryx let out a deep sigh. He left the room and checked on Alex and Revilla, finding them still asleep in their respective rooms.

Exiting the motel, Eryx hesitated, torn between leaving and staying to watch over Alex and Revilla. Eventually, he decided to stay a while longer.

Half an hour later, Alex and Revilla emerged from their rooms with tired expressions, clearly still affected by the previous night's alcohol.

"Hey man, sorry for keeping you waiting. My head is killing me," Alex said, placing a hand on Eryx's shoulder and grimacing in pain.

Revilla looked around, noticing Braylon wasn't with Eryx. "Where's Braylon? Hasn't he woken up yet?" She leaned against the car, but Eryx remained silent, indicating Braylon had already left the motel. They understood not to press him further on the matter.

"Let's get in the car; it's getting late," Alex suggested, trying to lighten the somber mood, though Eryx's mood remained unchanged.

“Braylon, where the hell are you, man?” Eryx shouted as he entered the hall, drawing puzzled looks from everyone present.

“Eryx, what's wrong?” Mrs. Rhys emerged from the kitchen, holding vegetables.

“Where is Braylon, Aunt? He didn't tell me he was leaving the hotel. I got worried, so I came to check on him,” Eryx said, trying to keep his temper in check in front of Mrs. Rhys. Her expression changed instantly.

“Didn't he tell you about his flight? He left an hour ago, Eryx. By now, he's probably already on the plane, and it took off 10 minutes ago,” Mrs. Rhys explained gently.

Mrs. Rhys appeared shocked because Braylon typically didn't keep anything from Eryx. Besides his parents, Eryx was Braylon's closest confidant among their friends. No one understood Braylon as well as Eryx did, but now Braylon had kept his plans for studying abroad hidden.

In reality, it was Eryx who hadn't listened to Braylon. He clenched his fist, feeling a wave of frustration.

"Is everything alright, Eryx? Braylon wouldn't hide anything from you. Did you two have an argument?" Mrs. Rhys asked, clearly concerned for both of them. Her worry was palpable. Eryx took a deep breath and met her gaze.

"I completely forgot, Aunt. He told me last night, but I was drunk and didn't pay attention. I came here to check on him, to see if he got home safely, and it seems he did," Eryx replied with a warm smile on his face, though behind it lay a bitter truth.

After realizing Braylon's true feelings for him, Eryx found it difficult to accept his absence. He yearned to hold Braylon in his arms and keep him close, unwilling to let him out of his sight. It felt irrational, but it was undeniably true.

"Don't drink too much, it'll upset your stomach. Come and sit for a while. Lunch will be ready soon," Mrs. Rhys suggested, walking towards the kitchen.

"It's okay, Aunt. I'll come back later. I have some things to take care of," Eryx replied, scratching his back awkwardly and forcing a smile.

Mrs. Rhys sighed knowingly, aware that he was lying but unable to stop worrying about him. She nodded reluctantly.

"Then, I'll take my leave," Eryx said with a heavy heart.

Leaving the mansion, Eryx leaned against his car, trying to maintain his composure. The more he tried to suppress his emotions, the more they boiled over into frustration and anger.

Driving home, he found Mr. and Mrs. Silvester in the hall, engaged in conversation with a guest.

"Eryx..." Mrs. Silvester approached him, her expression concerned.