Roth woke up in the morning to 19 missed calls from Tristan. He smacked his head with worry - he had put his phone on silent. He usually woke up late on Sunday mornings after his rendezvouses the previous night. He glanced at Charlotte, still soundlessly asleep in his bed. Remorse began to fill Roth’s head, he should have spent the previous night with Tristan. Well, no worries, he would go and make up for it now. He pressed a button to call the new chef his staff manager had hired for them, and ordered him to prepare a breakfast in bed and get it delivered in Tristan’s room. After fixing his appearance, he arrived at Tristan’s door, which was, much to his surprise, open. Knitting his brows, he neared the door to look inside. There was Tristan on the bed and someone else with him, fixing his sheets. “Craig!” Roth exclaimed in surprise. Both of them turned around to face him. “Did you spend the night here?” He asked, the frown on his face intact. He didn’t know why but the idea of
Of course, when he sat before Tristan, holding Tristan’s arm, looking into Tristan’s eyes with those somber gray eyes of himself, and told Tristan he was sorry, Tristan was left with no choice but to forgive him. “Thank you.” Roth smiled and got up, “I’ll leave you to rest then, I guess.” His cheeky voice was back as he winked at Tristan, and Tristan just threw his head back and laughed. Classic Roth, topping his mishaps with some cheek, but that seemed to always work for him. That was just Roth’s way, he was the kind of person that no one can remain angry with for a long time. Before he dimed the lights on his way out, he turned to look at Tristan briefly, who had also been looking at him expectantly. Roth stopped for a second, and with his hand on the switch panel, he softly, almost inaudibly, said, “And I know you more than you think I do, Tristan.” He hit the lights and exited Tristan’s room, without caring to stop for Tristan’s reaction, leaving him alone in the yellow hue of l
After wiping Roth's nose, he moved his finger to Roth's lips, appearing to wipe non existent sauce from there as well. As Roth patiently let him, Tristan felt a bubble of hatred rising in his chest for Craig. How could this man openly flirt with Roth, knowing that he was straight, and completely ignoring Tristan's existence. Craig was taking his time tracing Roth's lips with his finger, but Tristan had had enough of it, "Craig, I think you got all of it. Let him go back to his fish." Craig, not bothering to turn to acknowledge Tristan, still rubbing at Roth's lips, definitively replied, "Nah, there's still some." "Where?" Roth asked promptly. Craig's finger accidentally slipped inside Roth's mouth as he opened it. Now Roth was sitting with his mouth gaped open waiting for Craig to remove his finger, meanwhile Craig seemed to really enjoy his finger being inside Roth's mouth. Saliva was building up in Roth's mouth as Craig gave his finger a detailed tour of Roth's mouth, with no
Roth finally reached to the conclusion that it would be an awkward time to wake up for him now, so he delayed his plan, deciding to wait a while before opening his eyes, to not make it seem like he had heard that, saving Tristan the embarrassment and himself the awkwardness. However Tristan had other plans in mind, he never gave Roth the chance to execute his plan, continuing to spill out his heart in that soft voice that melted Roth's heart, "You're so beautiful, but unfortunately, I would never be able to tell you that in your consciousness." "Oh, Roth, you have no idea what you have done to me. You have no idea how much it hurts to see you with other people." Roth had all the idea in the world how much it hurt, he had felt that pain when he saw Ruby with that other guy. But Roth used to go through at least three women per week. He could imagine the thought of Tristan going through that pain repeatedly. His heart started to go out for Tristan, despite everything, Tristan was his
“Good morning ladies and gentlemen! I hope y’all have planned loads of sex for this particular Friday night. Allow the sex doctor to assist you in your journey of pleasure. Let’s have our first caller ready, Tristan, shall we?” Roth’s cheery voice boomed across the booth, not carrying a hint of his sleep deprivation. “Right, doctor, our first caller is Antonio.” Tristan informed him before connecting the caller’s audio to the headset on Roth. Roth gave Tristan a thumbs up across the booth, as he spoke, “Hello Antonio, what made you call the sex doctor today? Unable to make your lady’s juices flow?” Roth’s wit made Tristan chuckle - he did not enjoy the rest of the days as much as he enjoyed Fridays. He liked Roth in the booth. Roth was a whole different person in the booth. His masked identity behind the sex doctor allowed him to be completely reckless and open with his remarks. “Doctor, lately for some personal reasons, I was not able to have penetrative sex with my girlfriend, so
“Good morning ladies and gentlemen! I hope y’all have planned loads of sex for this particular Friday night. Allow the sex doctor to assist you in your journey of pleasure. Let’s have our first caller ready, Tristan, shall we?” Roth’s cheery voice boomed across the booth, not carrying a hint of his sleep deprivation. “Right, doctor, our first caller is Antonio.” Tristan informed him before connecting the caller’s audio to the headset on Roth. Roth gave Tristan a thumbs up across the booth, as he spoke, “Hello Antonio, what made you call the sex doctor today? Unable to make your lady’s juices flow?” Roth’s wit made Tristan chuckle - he did not enjoy the rest of the days as much as he enjoyed Fridays. He liked Roth in the booth. Roth was a whole different person in the booth. His masked identity behind the sex doctor allowed him to be completely reckless and open with his remarks. “Doctor, lately for some personal reasons, I was not able to have penetrative sex with my girlfriend, so
“Good morning ladies and gentlemen! I hope y’all have planned loads of sex for this particular Friday night. Allow the sex doctor to assist you in your journey of pleasure. Let’s have our first caller ready, Tristan, shall we?” Roth’s cheery voice boomed across the booth, not carrying a hint of his sleep deprivation. “Right, doctor, our first caller is Antonio.” Tristan informed him before connecting the caller’s audio to the headset on Roth. Roth gave Tristan a thumbs up across the booth, as he spoke, “Hello Antonio, what made you call the sex doctor today? Unable to make your lady’s juices flow?” Roth’s wit made Tristan chuckle - he did not enjoy the rest of the days as much as he enjoyed Fridays. He liked Roth in the booth. Roth was a whole different person in the booth. His masked identity behind the sex doctor allowed him to be completely reckless and open with his remarks. “Doctor, lately for some personal reasons, I was not able to have penetrative sex with my girlfriend, so
“Good morning ladies and gentlemen! I hope y’all have planned loads of sex for this particular Friday night. Allow the sex doctor to assist you in your journey of pleasure. Let’s have our first caller ready, Tristan, shall we?” Roth’s cheery voice boomed across the booth, not carrying a hint of his sleep deprivation. “Right, doctor, our first caller is Antonio.” Tristan informed him before connecting the caller’s audio to the headset on Roth. Roth gave Tristan a thumbs up across the booth, as he spoke, “Hello Antonio, what made you call the sex doctor today? Unable to make your lady’s juices flow?” Roth’s wit made Tristan chuckle - he did not enjoy the rest of the days as much as he enjoyed Fridays. He liked Roth in the booth. Roth was a whole different person in the booth. His masked identity behind the sex doctor allowed him to be completely reckless and open with his remarks. “Doctor, lately for some personal reasons, I was not able to have penetrative sex with my girlfriend, so