Twenty four: Infected

Travis POV 

Why can't I close my eyes? Why are my eyes still open and staring at the ceiling?

And why is he all over my mind?

Like a venom spreading through my thoughts. I can't control it. I can't stop it.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no. It was all an act. I don't have feelings for that man. I can never have feelings for him.

It was just a moment. Besides, I had one with Mr. Alvarez on the first day.

I know we never really got intimate, but…

Wait a sec!

I've never had sex with my girlfriend before. We were going to do that after our wedding.

Goodness! I've been a virgin ever since and now, Carlos and his father might have just destroyed my virginity.

Damn! 

Does that mean I'm now a gay?

No. One action cannot change the whole cause of things. And sex is not love.

I shouldn't have let him touch me. I shouldn't have.

I thought I would be able to forget about him once I closed my eyes, but that was a lie.

At least, that was what I kept telling myself.

I had convinced myself that whatever happened between us was just a moment. Something born out of emotions, perhaps loneliness, and the kind of closeness that could make a person forget about everything else for a while.

But the moment I stumbled upon the bed to sleep, I found myself thinking about him.

I stared at the ceiling for what felt like forever, remembering the way he had looked at me. The softness in his eyes. The little smile he had given me when our eyes met. The warmth of having him so close.

I closed my eyes tightly, hoping the memories would disappear.

They didn't.

It only worsened, becoming clearer.

I could still remember the quiet moments between us, the way we had held each other afterward, neither of us rushing to move away. There had been something different about that moment. Something that had gone beyond attraction.

It felt real.

And that was what scared me.

I should never do that again with him. It'll only spark a bond I don't wish to create.

I rolled onto my side and grabbed my phone. Without thinking, I opened to check my conversation with Sammy.

However, his name was right there at the top.

Carlos.

What now? 

A groan escaped from my mouth and I frowned at the screen.

My thumb hovered over it.

I don't want to read his text. 

Whatever it may be, it might just be something nasty.

I intended to scroll his chat away, but my finger tapped it instead.

Damnit!

[Are you awake?]

I scoffed.

I wanted to reply with something mean, something to spike anger in him, so he'll know I have nothing tied to him tonight. 

But I didn't send anything. Instead, I locked my phone and tossed it onto the bed.

Five minutes later, I picked it up again.

He had sent an image.

Goodness…

Please let it not be what I'm thinking. 

I prayed, my fingers dancing around the image which was yet to be downloaded.

It was an image of his flaccid dick. Beneath it he wrote, [Waiting for you to rise again]

Oh my goodness!

I laughed quietly at myself.

"This is ridiculous," I muttered.

It was ridiculous.

I tossed my phone away again, and this time I was not going to pick it back up.

It'll all go away once I close my eyes and sleep.

—

In the blink of an eye came the morning to wake me up.

I didn't even spend four hours in my sleep.

I stood up from bed and went through my morning routine, but nothing felt normal. I brushed my teeth while thinking about him. When bathing I rubbed my skin gently and even stroked my cock for a while, the way he did to me yesterday.

Every little thing I came across reminded me of him all of a sudden.

It was frustrating.

Mostly because I didn't know what it meant.

Was I falling for him?

The thought made me stop.

"No," I whispered immediately, rejecting the thought.

But my heart didn't seem interested in agreeing with me.

Can only one night change a person so much?

I wondered.

 I usually knew how to separate feelings from reality. I could enjoy someone's company without immediately imagining a future with them.

But Carlos is somehow slipping past the wall I'd built.

I won't let him. The sooner I get on with my plans, the faster I get out of this trap.

Fuck!!!

I suddenly had a flashback of Mr. Alvarez's intrusion into the room.

I sat down on the edge of my bed and ran both hands through my hair.

I was in trouble.

Real trouble.

In fact, big one.

You talk of the son, and now there's the father.

He might not admit it but I see the jealousy in his eyes.

when I confessed I was Carlos' boyfriend, when we ran into his room and when he caught us together. 

I think he wants me for himself.

Gosh! 

I don't want to get on his bad records either.

But I can't give him myself fully.

I have a beef with his son for killing my girlfriend and him also for his dark organization. So I need to take both father and son down no matter the cost.

I better go settle things with Mr. Alvarez before Carlos wakes up.

I got out of the room and closed the door gently behind me.

I made a tiptoe across the hallway like I was a creepy thief. I didn't just want my shoes to make a creak on the wooden panel of the floor.

I was halfway towards the corner that led to Mr. Alvarez's room when I heard the sound of an opened door.

I made a stop and closed my eyes, knowing who it was.

“Travis.” He called my name. “Where the hell are you going? You've forgotten the way to my room?” His voice sounded like a tease.

I turned around and began to walk back to him.

He stuck his hands into his pockets and wore an unexpected dark gaze.

“You were going to see my father weren't you?”