Twenty: Feelings

Carlos' POV 

I walk up to my father like other guests did.

I've never considered him as father, but simply Jonathan my boss at work.

If only I wasn't his only child, I'd have probably had a free life to live.

"This is my son Carlos." He introduced me to a woman by his side.

She smiled warmly to me and stretched her hand for a handshake.

"Well Carlos, it's nice to meet you." She spoke calmly.

"The pleasure is all mine Miss..."

"Victoria." She completed.

"Miss Victoria." I echoed with a mutual smile.

A straight man should have looked at Victoria with a lustful eyes. She's exquisitely beautiful.

However, Jonathan seems not to be fond of this.

He goes around claiming to be straight.

But underneath this walls, I know he fucks men as much as I do.

I might not have caught him with anyone yet. But I see the way he looks at his bodyguards. The way he treats them.

"OMG! Where is the present you brought for your father?" She snapped all of a sudden, raising the interests of those closer to us.

"Pre...p." I muttered and hit my head gently with my hand.

It didn't even cross my mind to bring the old man a present.

Why should I?

What's the big deal in that?

It's not like he'll accept a present from me anyway.

"You didn't bring any presents for your father?" She asked, looking shocked.

"Well..."

"The present." Travis' words cut into mine.

He stepped forward to stand beside me and stretched forth the package in his hand to Jonathan.

"Carlos gift to you sir." He said with confidence .

Where the hell did he get that in seconds?

I caught the woman staring at him.

"This is Travis my body...my boy." Suddenly I lack courage.

I don't even know what to introduce him as. He told me to keep our relationship from Jonathan.

"I'm his boyfriend." Travis voice filled the silence that could have lasted.

"Boyfriend?" Jonathan was the one who chorused.

He couldn't believe his eyes I'm sure.

"You two do look good together." Victoria praised, raising the glass of champagne she had just taken from a waiter's tray.

"You have a lot of awesome male servants here Jonathan. Mind if I borrow one?" Victoria teased, patting his chest slowly.

I saw him restrained, moving back almost an inch.

I chuckled, not able to control the laughter I had inside.

Jonathan is gay whether he tries to deny it and yet he disowns me for being one.

Even a blind man could tell that she was pulling his legs. She seems more interested in him.

"I'll excuse you." I said away with Travis accompanying me.

"Travis. You don't have to accompany me here like a bodyguard, play the boyfriend...please." I had to add the plea else he'll throw a tantrum. He is as stubborn as I am and I hate it when he gives me that arrogance.

"Okay my love." He muttered, beating my butt gently.

A grunt escaped my lip as I almost lost balance.

I didn't expect that. Not his words, nor the romantic play.

This guy is surely a player.

Stanley will believe this act and come running back to me for sure.

Speaking of Stanley, where is he?

I look around the hall that seemed to be crowded with numerous guests.

"He's speaking to your father." Travis' voice obstructed my focus.

I rolled my eyes and looked.

"Gosh! You're head over heels over Stanley that he won't waste a second to figure out our act."

"How do we make real what isn't?" I asked, not denying the fact that I'm head over heels.

"I thought you'd never ask." He said, coming closer than an itch.

What is this freak up to now?

Wait! Has he fallen for me or something?

"If you really want to make it look real, then you're to play it real."

He sounded seductive this time, raising a glass of booze towards my lips.

I tilt my head to a corner to avoid sipping from the drink.

"What's wrong? Can't even sip a little wine from my hand?" He nagged mockingly.

"That scent is too strong for a wine. Are you trying to get me drunk?" I accused him.

"Well, thought you're willing to take the shot. I saw Stanley doing so with another man. Besides, he's watching right now." He alerted.

I leaned closer to him, placing my mouth upon the peak of the glass, while he drove the drink into my mouth.

I wiped my mouth quickly, and asked him if Stanley would be jealous by this action.

He said there's more we need to do.

"Come, dance with me. There's already music dancing in the background." He beckoned.

I gulped, "dance with you?"

He pulled me even without my consent to it and then, he placed my hands on his waist, while he clung the back of my neck with his.

His eyes were looking directly into mine.

I can't tell what he's eyes were saying.

But I think they were burning with intense flame.

He pulled me closer, such that our chest touched.

Even if this is just a game of attraction, and nothing else, I was suddenly feeling a burn in my chest. A burn that doesn't hurt, but it's cold.

Whatever it is that he's doing, appears to be working fine.

I'm getting hard.

I've not gotten hard in a long time. I don't even think that was possible. Yet here I am, with the most unlikely person, getting hard for him.

I gave him a kiss on the lips. My heart skipping a beat.

It was affectionate.

I haven't quite felt this way even with Stanley.

I suddenly want more— his lips, his body. I want it all and now.

"Travis..." I muttered his name, my legs falling weak and my eyes clumsily staring at his lips.

I could feel myself cumming, even without an intimate touch.

This affection...

I can't control it, it's taking a hold of me.

I grabbed Travis by the hand and pulled him away with me quickly.