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Chapter 4

  • Episode 4
  • "So what were you going to say," as he remembered that he was stopped halfway by the compliment he received.
  • "I think the love of my life is slowly slipping away from me, I don't know how but I'm losing the most important person In my life and there's nothing I can do, my beautiful flower is far gone from me, my beloved," he muttered as a tear dropped from his eyes.
  • That was enough to make Andrew go nuts, he couldn't understand say, but for no reason did he want to see this person cry. How could he feel so compassionate over someone he was meeting for the first time. How could he feel so hurt and broken over someone who is drunk and might probably never remember that they even met?
  • He couldn't explain how he felt so much emotion running through him at that moment, he was questioning himself, yet he felt pity for this man, who have somehow looked so helpless before his eyes.
  • He knows, he was farmilaer with the feeling of having to watch someone you love slowly slip away from you. He knew what it felt like, cause he has experienced it far too many times.
  • "I too understand what you feel, I guess we are going through similar things, isn't that strange, we are both about to lose someone we lost," sounding as if he recalled something making his voice sound so low and full with so many emotions.
  • He looked back at Maxwell, who was already slowly falling off his seat. He immediately got up and caught him instantly before he could land on the ground.
  • It was then he realizes that Maxwell was already dozing off when he was deep in thoughts. He lifted him and placed his hands on his shoulder as he carried him to the VIP area, where his room was, isolated from every other.
  • He felt inside and he looked at those men, who were assigned to pleasure him, and immediately send them off. He didn't need it at all, he just wanted to be kept alone.
  • Slowly, he placed him on the bed, and he help him pull off his shoes. He Kay him properly on the bed, when he began to stare at Maxwell's features intensely.
  • Firstly his eyes met with his grey brows, which were full, but yet neatly curved, and he couldn't resist but brushed his fingers over it, causing him to move in his sleep a bit.
  • His eyes slowly moved from there down to his eyelashes, they weren't as long as his own, but they were absolutely perfect. He stared at his pointed nose and down to his lips, which weren't pink in color but it was red. He felt his heartbeat increase as he stared more than usual, fighting the urge to kiss him.
  • They were in perfect shape, as he couldn't stop imagining how good they would taste on his and how perfect were they for his lips. He was still deep in thoughts, when immediately Maxwell's eyes flew open and he stare at the person who was staring down at my lips.
  • "Do you want a kiss pretty man," he heard himself asking as he recognized the face to be the man who walked elegantly to the counter.
  • Andrew on the other didn't realize when Maxwell had suddenly opened his eyes. But hearing the question he had asked, this has made his heart jump for joy.
  • "Was this a sign, could this be too good to be true, or was he hearing something else and his head was interpreting something he wanted to hear," he looked back at him having doubt in his eyes as he continue to stare at Maxwell.
  • Instantly Maxwell, grabbed him by the neck and jammed his lips on his, causing him to freeze. But immediately he opened up and began to suck on Maxwell's lips slowly.
  • Gosh, just like he had imagined, these lips were perfect for him, and not only that, they tasted so much better than any lips he had kissed all his life, it was sweet, gosh not just that, to him, this lips were just meant for him and him alone.
  • As the kiss started off slowly, with the two parties feeling hot within them, as they suddenly started to pull each other closer as if demanding more. Andrew couldn't control it anymore, he couldn't control what he was feeling.
  • The burning desire in his eyes, as the kiss deepened could not be ignored. He knew he wanted more, so much more than just the kiss, and that was the only way to quench that fire he was feeling. Who the hell is this guy, and how much crazy things could he do to make me feel this way? Andrew asked himself, as they both began to trust their tongue against each other, enjoying the taste of their lips on their mouth.
  • Slowly, Andrew made the first move and began to pull off the coat on Maxwell's body. He stopped halfway and began to shower kiss on his neck down to his chest, as he slowly help himself get his clothes off until he was completely naked.
  • He couldn't explain it, he felt hot, he felt his body burning with so much desire, even his eyes were blazing with so many desire as he held Maxwell, slowly kissing his jaw down to his neck, making him shiver at his touch.
  • Maxwell was so occupied to understand what was happening, that he couldn't comprehend that the pretty man was kissing him. She could tell was, whatever he was doing to him, was damn good that he felt his body beg for more than that touch.
  • This time, it felt nothing like he had experienced before, it was happening pretty fast, and it was so damn hard to resist those touches. It was as if this was what his body was begging for, longing for, and slowly he found himself moaning in deep breaths as this person continue to do wonders on his body.
  • "More," he found himself begging as he was completely naked before the pretty man