6. His name (R+18)

“You?”

Shock rippled through him the moment he recognized the man standing in front of him. He works here? The questions crashed into his head one after another. Wasn’t this guy working at a restaurant? Why was he in a club and dressed like a waiter of all things? What the hell was going on?

“What do you mean, ‘you’?” the man snapped irritably. “Pay for what you broke, asshole.”

It was the first time Matthew had ever seen him angry. The man he remembered was always smiling sometimes unreadable, sometimes calm but never like this. Never sharp or hostile.

Matthew forced himself upright, even though the side of his cheek was still numb, pain throbbing deep beneath his skin. It hurt like hell. He had been worried about this man and now the first thing he did upon seeing him again was throw a punch?

“Hey! Don’t you remember me?” Matthew demanded, steadying himself despite the dizziness threatening to drag him back down.

His jaw screamed in pain. You damn bastard. If not for the fact that Matthew remembered him saving his life before he would’ve already returned that punch tenfold.

Now he understood why the man had been able to take down Kuznetsov’s men so easily. That punch wasn’t normal. One hit and Matthew had gone flying.

The man let out a low, sarcastic laugh. “Was my punch really that strong? That you lost some screw in your head and made you confused?”

Matthew sucked in a deep breath, forcing himself to swallow his irritation and pride. The man’s sharp tongue was cutting deeper than his fist. “I’m not joking,” Matthew said tightly, forcing a smile in his mouth “If you don’t remember me, just say it.”

The laughter suddenly died.The smirk vanished from the man’s lips as his gaze turned cold and assessing Matthew, like he was weighing Matthew’s worth as a human being. His eyes dragged slowly from Matthew’s head to his toe.

“Hm....” He tilted his head left, then right—and stepped closer leaning toward Matthew

Too close....he was too close!!

Matthew swallowed hard as the man invaded his personal space. A faint scent reached him—sweet, floral scent. A woman’s perfume?!

A grown man smells like this?

His face was disarmingly gentle. If only he would stop talking. This was the closest Matthew had ever seen him. Up close, he noticed details he’d never realized before—sharp siren eyes, a striking brown that seemed to pull him in. Long lashes, far too delicate for a man. Smooth skin, flawless, untouched by blemishes. Soft reddish-pink lips—

Matthew swallowed again. Why do they look so—

“Nothing” the man said suddenly, his voice calm, almost gentle. “No matter how much I look at you, I don’t remember you.”

The words snapped Matthew back to reality like a slap. What the fuck? Had I really been staring that long? Long enough to mentally catalog every feature of this man’s face? Long enough to think its kissab—WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME???

The man pulled away and shoved a piece of paper into Matthew’s hand. “Here’s the price for the wine glass you broke. Pay it at the counter. And behave yourself next time—unless you want to get punched again.”

“N-No, wait—” Matthew started.

Too late. The man didn’t even spare him a glance. He removed his apron and walked away, disappearing into the crowd as if nothing had happened.

Matthew stood there, stunned. What....just happened?

He had planned to invite the man to his house. His father wanted to speak with him. And now—nothing. Not even a chance to explain.

It felt like he’d been hypnotized.

“Fuck...” Pain flared along his cheek, radiating down to his jaw. That bastard had hit him there too and for the second time—

Matthew clenched his fists. He still hadn’t asked for the man’s name.

“Young master!!”

Theo came running and five bodyguards close behind him. The moment Theo spotted the bruise, his hand flew to his gun—followed instantly by the others.

“What happened to you?!” Theo barked.

“Stop.” Matthew cut him off sharply before things escalated. One wrong move and someone innocent might get shot. Theo was dramatic enough as it was.

“It’s not like that.” Ignoring Theo’s deepening frown, Matthew shoved the paper into his hand. “Pay it at the counter.”

Theo stared at him, clearly confused but Matthew didn’t explain. He didn’t have the patience.

That unsettling feeling the same one he’d felt the first time he met that man crept back into his chest.

Stop. Just fucking stop.

Matthew shook his head violently as they walked back toward the VIP room, trying to chase the man’s image out of his mind. It was useless.

Then a thought struck him.

If he wanted answers, there was only one way.

Employee profiles.

Matthew knew who owned Eclipse Club and that man would never refuse him. Not when Matthew’s family had practically built this place from the ground up.

“Theo,” Matthew said suddenly, “tell Lee I’m visiting his office later.”

“Yes, young master.”

After he learned that man’s name, Matthew would dig into his background. He wanted to know exactly where that sharp tongue and shameless attitude came from.

Actually.... Why would i need to wait?

“Never mind,” Matthew said abruptly, stopping short. Theo bumped straight into his back, the bodyguards piling up behind them.

“Y-Young master?” Theo asked, confused.

“I’m going now.”

Without another word, Matthew turned and headed straight for Lee’s office.

—Eclipse Club-Main Office—

Minutes passed. Then more. Lee was still nowhere to be found. Matthew’s temper snapped. “Tell your boss that if he doesn’t get here soon, I’ll have this entire club demolish—”

Suddenly the door burst open.

“ YOUNG MASTER!!”

Lee rushed in and dropped to his knees, palms pressed together and face pale with panic. “I’m sorry! I saw your message late! Please forgive me!”

Matthew stared down at him coldly. He’d really do anything to keep this place, huh?

“Enough.” Matthew waved him off. “I want your employees’ profile documents.”

Lee blinked. “My.....employees’ profiles?”

“Are you deaf?” Matthew snapped. “do you me to repeat what i just said?”

Lee shut his mouth immediately and motioned for his secretary to comply.

“I only need the male employees.” Hours later, more than twenty folders were placed in front of him.

Matthew discovered the truth one page at a time—and with every page he turned, the silence grew heavier.

“His name isn’t here.”

The words fell coldly into the room. He frowned, fingers tightening around the folder as he checked again, slower this time, sharper. Each sheet was examined as if willing the ink to rearrange itself. He flipped back, then forward, again and again, his pulse thudding louder with every failed attempt.

Nothing.

No name. No trace.

Why isn’t he here? Did they forget something—or was he never meant to be found?

Matthew lifted his gaze. “Are you sure these are all your employees?”

The two staff members across from him exchanged a glance—quick, tense, loaded with unspoken hesitation, as if deciding who would dare speak first.

Annoyance sparked in his chest. What? Was he supposed to answer his own question?

“U-Um… Young Master, those really are all of our male employees,” the secretary finally said, nodding repeatedly, desperate to sound convincing. “Day shift and night shift. Everyone.”

Then why isn’t he here?

Matthew’s jaw clenched. He knew what he’d seen. He wasn’t blind. That uniform—those movements—that man is working here.

“May I ask,” Lee ventured carefully, “why you’re checking our male employees? Are you looking for someone?”

Isn’t it obvious?

Matthew shot him a dark look. Lee immediately shut his mouth and nodded stiffly.

“If you don’t mind, Young Master,” the secretary added quickly, “we can help you find him. What’s his name?”

That was the problem.

Matthew swallowed back a sharp, furious laugh. He didn’t know the name. That was why he was here. Why was he wasting time flipping through papers that led nowhere.

He exhaled harshly, snapped the folder shut, and tossed it onto the table. “Never mind.”

He stood and walked out before either of them could respond.

As he strode down the hallway, his eyes searched relentlessly every waiter, every uniform, every passing shadow. But the gentle face he was looking for was gone, as if it had never existed at all.

Then he reached the VIP room. He opened the door “Ugh… I-I’m c-cumming—Ahhh~”

The sound slammed into him like a slap to the face.

Matthew didn’t react. He couldn’t. His expression froze into a perfect mask as his eyes took in the scene before him—bodies tangled together, naked, shameless. The man he had been searching for was there, buried between two others, fucking one while giving the other a blowjob.

So this was it.

Earlier, that same man had scolded him for making out with a woman in a VIP room and now he was here, performing something far more obscene, a fucking miracle

“U-Ugh… Oh, Matthew. It’s you,” the man said breathlessly, pleasure written openly across his face—an expression Matthew would never understand.

“Want to join us? There’s still one more here,” he added with a grin. That grin snapped something inside him.

“Fuck you!” Matthew roared, slamming the door so hard the walls shook.

That was it.He hadn’t come here to be humiliated, to be irritated, to feel this tight, furious knot twisting in his chest. He was done.

He would go home. He could drink there. He could fuck there. He could call Beatrice. Anything was better than this.

— Guerrero’s Mansion —

“Ughhh—ahhh! Faster, Young Master, f-faster~!”

Her cries echoed through the room as Matthew drove into her relentlessly, his movements rough, merciless. Her eyes rolled back as he poured every ounce of frustration into her body.

All the irritation from earlier, every unanswered question, every image burned into his mind. He released it into her.

He lifted her legs onto his shoulders and thrust harder, deeper, her moans bouncing off the walls of his bedroom.

She was tight, too tight every single time. Her body clung to him perfectly, drawing more heat from him, more need.

“Ughhh....ahhhh.... mmmnn...”

Matthew dropped her legs and leaned over her, mouth finding her breasts. He sucked, bit, played with them while he continued pounding into her.

“Ahhhh..ahhhh!”

He kissed her hard, swallowing her cries. She struggled to respond, overwhelmed by pleasure as he drove into her again and again.

“Do you like it?” he murmured against her ear.

A lewd smile curved on her lips. “Y-Yes... ughhh~”

Her body arched beneath him.

Fuck! This woman’s body was driving him insane. He could feel it. He was about to cum. He gripped her waist tightly and finally released inside her, a rough groan tearing from his throat.

“Ughhh...”

The tension drained from his body.

“Y-Young Master... you are the best... e-ever,” she whispered before passing out, a blissful smile still lingering on her face.

Matthew stared at her. Was it really that good? He pulled out slowly, removed his sixth condom, and tossed it into the trash. Six rounds. An entire night. She would’ve begged for more if she hadn’t lost consciousness.

He headed straight to the bathroom. Hot water poured over his head, steam filling the space and then, an uninvited image surfaced in his mind.

Gentle features......Long eyelashes......Smooth skin.....A sharp nose.....Reddish-pink lips........

So kissab—Matthew suddenly froze when he realized what he was thinking

What the hell am I thinking?

He slowly looked down as something react in his body. His cock was hard again. His eyes widened as he realized the reason behind it

What the hell? Did I just get turned on by thinking about him?

“No. Fuck! NO.” His breath came fast. “I’m not gay!!”

There was only one way to erase this. He stormed out of the bathroom naked, water still dripping from his body. Beatrice was just beginning to stir, reaching for her clothes when he grabbed her and dragged her back onto the bed.

“W-Wait—what are y—”

He silenced her with a forceful kiss, pinning her wrists down. She resisted at first, then melted into it. He knew she wanted it. His hands roamed her body, squeezing, teasing, drawing moans from her lips once more. He kissed down her neck, to her breastsbut every time he closed his eyes, that man’s face appeared again.

Fuck. Get out of my head. “Ahhh! I-it hurts!” She cried when he bit her breast too hard, glaring at him. He ignored it. His hand slid lower, fingers circling inside her wet heat until her body trembled, her fingers gripping the mattress.

Just when he thought the image was fading—

That smile appeared again. Damn it!!! With a growl of frustration, he turned her over roughly, forcing her face down, her ass raised.

“You won’t leave my head, huh?” he muttered to himself. He grabbed a condom, put it on, and shoved himself into her without warning. She was still unbelievably tight so he fucked her hard, relentlessly, her moans filling the room as his mind burned with images he couldn’t escape.

All day....All night.....

He didn’t stop until morning. Even when Beatrice starts to beg, even when his body aches and starts to give up, he kept going and so desperate to erase that man from his thoughts.

But no matter what he did....Those lips....That face.....

They never disappeared. Matthew collapsed beside her, staring at the ceiling as dawn crept in.

What the hell is really wrong with me?