I didn't know where to put myself or what to think anymore. Alex was kissing me like never before; you wouldn't think he wasn't gay with how passionate and gentle he was at the same time.
I was out of breath, I had almost forgotten how to breathe, and Alex kept kissing me even more passionately without letting me go. He had pinned both of my hands to the bed so I couldn't fight back. His tongue moved against mine, and I could feel warmth running through my body, but not enough to arouse me or make me feel anything for another man.
And after five minutes of torture — because yes, for me it was torture — Alex finally let me go. He got off the bed, wiped his mouth, and walked out of the room without saying anything, leaving me exhausted on the bed. My wrists hurt even more because of him. How can someone kiss for that long? It's inhuman.
I just hoped I hadn't made a huge mistake by accepting his offer, especially since I had never been in a romantic relationship. Anyway, I wanted to stop thinking about it. I got up from the bed and looked around the room. I saw that everything I needed was there, so I went to take a nice hot bath. There were high-end shampoos with amazing scents, though not as good as the ones Soren bought me. After washing up, I dried my body and massaged my skin with a skincare oil I found in the bathroom. There were all kinds of luxury products, so many that I didn't even know what to choose. I helped myself to whatever I wanted without asking Alex for permission — I just hoped it wouldn't cause problems.
After that, I went to get dressed. I opened the wardrobe and was shocked. It was full of clothes in my size, everything I could ever need.
Since when had Alex prepared all of this? What kind of world are we living in? That means he really planned this kidnapping well. Anyway, there's no point thinking about it now — it's too late. I looked at myself in the mirror; I could finally see my beautiful angelic face again, and now that I was looking closely, I really did look like an angel. White hair, blue eyes… I must have been an angel in another life.
Then I sat on the bed — I had nothing to do, no phone, no book, and Alex had left a while ago. And I was really hungry.
Knock knock.
Angi: "!?!! Someone is knocking at the door! But why are they knocking?
Didn't Alex lock the door before leaving? Or maybe I didn't hear well… or maybe it's a ghost? No, what am I even saying — how old am I to be scared of ghosts? But I wasn't taking any risks, so I stayed on the bed completely silent until the person — or thing — behind the door spoke first.
Knock, knock, knock.
I was already starting to sweat with fear. I stared at the door without moving while the knocks echoed once, twice, three times, four times… but not a single word. So I refused to speak first.
"Mr. Angi, are you in there?"
Angi: "Huh!? Yes, I'm here!"
He took a while to speak, but at least I was sure it wasn't a ghost.
Angi: "Who are you?"
But that didn't mean I was going to open the door.
"My name is Fred. The boss sent me to bring you some food."
Angi: "Fred! Alright, I'm Angi."
Fred: "Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Angi. Now, could you please open the door?"
Angi: "Yes, I'm coming!"
Click!
When I opened the door, I saw an older gentleman, very well dressed. He was wearing an outfit that made him look like a butler. Maybe Fred was a butler — I wouldn't be surprised. That kind of thing is typical of rich families.
Angi: "Aside from the food, did Alex say anything else?"
Fred: "No, nothing else as far as I know."
Angi: "Ah, okay… come in then."
Fred: "Don't worry. I'll let the boss know that you want to see him."
Angi: "What!? No way, I don't want to see him!!!"
Fred: "Oh, my apologies! Please have a seat, I'll serve you."
Angi: "Yes, thank you. Next time, don't say something that horrible, hm."
Fred: "… Understood."
After serving me the food, Fred apologized again and left. But before leaving, he told me the door would stay open and that I could come out whenever I wanted. He also explained where Alex's office and bedroom were, and that I could go there anytime. I told him I didn't need to know anything about Alex, and he said that wasn't a good idea. I stayed silent — I didn't know what to answer.
But at least one thing is certain…
I'm now the boyfriend of a dangerous yakuza.