Chapter Three

Marcelo’s POV

" By dad!" Diamo said as I dropped him off at school and casually made my way to the station while vibing to “ I Drove All Night To Make Love To You” by Celine Dion. I hadn't really been myself since last week, not since I agreed to indulge in gay sex. I was as straight as they could come, and nothing of the male body made me sexually attracted, but that night was different.

We were at a fancy restaurant and Pedro and Pierro had placed a bet that I couldn't ask a lady that was sitting at the bar out. I hadn't asked a woman out since Aria died and neither have I had sex, in fact, she was the last woman that I had asked out, but I thought I still had it in me, that charming aura and crippling tongue that always swept girls off their feet whenever I spoke. They had put a good deal on the bet.

“ Successfully ask her out and get her number and you'll get a thousand dollars, if you fail, you'll have to fuck someone tonight”, Pierro had said as he emptied his glass of champagne.

I looked over at the lady, all tanned up behind her silk, slim fit, black dress, together with matching earrings and necklace that were no doubt twenty-four carats of gold quality, with her long black hair trailing behind her, almost reaching her waist line. She was beautiful, but she still looked ugly. She wasn't Aria.

But nevertheless, I took the shot and decided to prove to myself that I was still Marcelo De Woman Catcher. I strolled down to where she sat and sat beside her, ordering a shot of tequila.

“ Hello there, gorgeous”, I said, and even I knew that I sounded like creep who just wanted to see the color of her underwear.

She stared at me as if my whole body was covered in shit before getting her bag and walking out on me.

“ Here's your tequila sir”, the bartender said, placing the short glass in front of me, leaving me to decide whether to drink the shot or chase after the runaway human bet. I could've done both. I could've taken the shot and chased after her, but I couldn't, I didn't want to. I looked over to where Pierro and Pedro sat and they were covering their mouths, laughing the shit out of me.

“ You're gonna have to fuck someone tonight”, Pedro said as I sat, still grinning from ear to ear.

“ Okay. I'll do it”, I said and they cheered in victory. Even Lionel Messi wasn't as happy as they were when he won the FIFA world cup.

“ Don't bother yourself. We'll arrange a chick for you right now, and once we're done drinking, we'll drive you straight to her”, Pierro said, pouring himself another glass of champagne.

“ Wait, make it a guy”, I said, wondering what was speaking through me because I was damn sure that I wasn't the one saying that.

“ What do you mean?” Pierro asked, his confusion clearly written on his face.

“ I mean that I don't want to fuck a girl”.

“ So you'll fuck a guy instead? Have you turned gay or what”, that was Pedro.

“ You don't get it. I won't be able to fuck a girl. I can't. It'll just feel as if I'm cheating on Aria”, I said.

“ Come on bro. She is dead, okay, she died five years ago, it's high time you moved on”, Pedro said.

“ I know. But me moving on will not be fucking a girl tonight. I can't bring myself to do it, and besides, the bet clearly stated that I must fuck someone, not just a girl”.

“ Well, suit yourself. I'll make some calls”, Pierro said and we continued with our drinks. We ordered more drinks and I drank myself to a situation of near drunkenness. I knew I wouldn't be able to have sex while sober.

They both drove me to the hotel and gave me the room number, but I kind of forgot if it was room 2002 or room 2020. I decided to check on room 2002 but as soon as I walked in, I found two guys pounding on each other, screaming and moaning at the top of their voices. I quietly stepped out, grateful that I didn't disturb what they were doing before moving to room 2020.

The room was dimly lit, and the sex worker was prepared, laying naked on the bed. As soon as I walked in, we got into business, and never in my life have I enjoyed sex so much. It was something else. There was no emotional connection or anything, the kind that I usually had when I did it with Aria, but apart from that, every other thing was present. The guy was tight, so tight that my dick found it hard sneak into his ass, and when I finally got my dick in, his insides engulfed me with such warmness that made me realize that my dick was finally home, right where it belonged.

A traffic was starting to form as I got to the bridge, and while waiting in line for whatever could be the problem, people started getting out of their vehicles; something was happening.

I unbuckled my seatbelt and stepped out, following the crowd as they gathered around someone, a nicely dressed guy who was standing on the rail of the bridge, looking like he wanted to jump off.

“ Don't jump. Someone should get him out of there. Call the paramedics. Go ahead and jump”, I heard people saying and taking videos as I moved closer to the center, and just when I was able to completely see him in his white and pink tuxedo, looking like a little groom, he let himself go and fell into the water.

I didn't think. Because if I had, I wouldn't have made the rash decision that I had made.

I jumped after him as people screamed, and only when I hit the water did I realize what mess I had gotten myself into - I couldn't swim. And now, instead of having one suicide case, it was going to be two.