CHAPTER 5

Now hearing that Rolph would not be seeing him again for the third time, Asahi became very upset and refused to bulge.

"If Rolph is not going to see me, he has to tell me himself!" He insisted.

"That's a bad idea Asahi."

"How can you ask me to come down on a last minute notice, make me wait for hours, only to tell me to leave again? Just like your boss told you to tell me to leave, my boss also told me to do everything to please Rolph. I will be in trouble if I don't see him!"

"I will personally call Don Richard and give you 5 star ratings if you leave right now."

Even though Asahi had been reassured that he wouldn't get into trouble with his master, he was still not pleased with the situation. He was really looking forward to this rendezvous. Most of the twinks that have passed through Rolph never stopped praising his massive rod and the wonders it did to them. They all wanted a second serving but Rolph never do a hole twice. 

'I am not leaving. I have to delay till he comes out then I will seduce him' Asahi planned in his heart. He could already feel his manhood hardening due to his heightened anticipation. 

" Okay then. I will just sleep here and wait for sunrise."

"I am sorry but you can't stay here. I have asked the staff to prepare a suitable room for you."

"But…"

Just then, the closet door opened and Rolph, now in a flurry, purple, full length robe came out.

"Come here Asahi" he said with a thin smile on his lips. 

Excited, Asahi hurried over and stopped in front of him.

"Rolph darlyn,, I thought you liked me. Why do you keep sending me away?" He said cutely. 

"Is that so? When did I send you away?"

Asahi was a little confused. The only way to stay alive in the underworld is to be tight lipped and saying that Derrick tried to get rid of him was also a type of snitching. 

"I was the one that asked him to leave." Derrick came to his rescue. 

Asahi released a breath he didn't know he was holding. 

"Why?" Rolph's tone was low and chilly. Asahi became worried for Derrick and started wishing that he had listened to the man. 

His worry was not because Derrick could get into trouble but because if Derrick got into trouble, he may blame him and hold a grudge. Nobody in Texas city wanted to be on Derrick's bad side. He holds grudges and forgives no one. That Asahi was well favored by his master and thereby well protected doesn't mean he was oblivious to the happenings in the underworld. 

Deep in thought trying to figure out a way to appease Rolph, Asahi didn't know when Derrick got to his side. 

Derrick grabbed his arm and yanked him away from Rolph who was now holding him with a thin smile and eyes hinting at pleasure and pain. 

Asahi gasped! " What is wrong with you?!"

"What do you think you are doing Derrick?" Rolph asked calmly. 

"Let him go. I have already sent for another one."

" But he doesn't want to." Rolph replied with a childlike innocence.

" Tell him to leave and he will not have any reason to stay."

"Why should I?"

"Because he is under the protection of Don Richard. We can't afford to offend him."

Hearing this weird conversation, Asahi knew immediately that something was wrong and without any push from the two men who were talking about him as if he wasn't in the room, Asahi opened the door and left. 

In the corridor, he came face to face with two fierce looking thugs. One was holding a very petite white girl in black mask. The girl looked 'fifteenish'. She was terrified, shivering and whimpering. 

The other thug was holding a slim twink that looked drugged up. The boy looked 17, handsome and could have competed with Asahi if he were Japanese or Chinese because even for a Texan guy, he was pretty and could be made sexy with a little help. 

They came out of the elevator just as the Irish chef  turned bodyguard finished conducting a body search on Asahi. 

Remembering the mischievous look in Rolph's eyes and the dread in Derrick's own, Asahi felt a chill run through his body and said a short prayer for the two fellows taking his place. 

After Asahi left, the Irish chef carried out a body search on both the thugs and their companions before using his finger print to open the door and they stepped into the presidential suite. 

When the door opened and the thugs brought the kids in, Derrick's eyes flashed with pain. 

" You know what to do." Rolph said to the thugs.

"Yes boss." One of them replied and they walked to the second door by the bedside. They opened it and went in, closing the door behind them. 

"Rolph, please don't do this. I am the one that needs to be punished. Not them."

Rolph remained silent.

"Just don't go overboard please."

"I will have dinner now." Rolph replied. 

Knowing that nothing he can say will change Rolph's mind, Derrick bowed his head and left the room to get the dinner his master ordered. 

The moment Derrick closed the door after him, Rolph went to it and locked it. 

Outside the door, Derrick heard the locks turning and knew that Rolph wasn't hungry. He just wanted to get rid of Derrick. 

Shaking his head, he entered the elevator and the door closed after him. 

Rolph settled into the largest chair and looked around his sparsely furnished presidential suit. He found it funny that nothing about it was presidential in any way. 

There was no TV, Deck, Woofer, Window,  or anything that made a suite presidential. All it had were things he needed like wifi, light, air, power and every part of it was sound Proofed. It was also underground. 

He laughed out and stood up. He walked to the mirror and after staring at himself for sometime, he pushed a spot on the mirror and it slid open revealing an inbuilt wine holding rack. 

The rack is a rotating wheel with wooden circles made of oak wood, caught between the circumference of the wheel. 

Using all his five fingers to create friction on the wheel, Rolph rotated the wheel and kept doing so until he found the wine he was looking for. It was a well aged 1990's Roumier Musigny Grand Cru. 

Rolph uncorked the wine and took a long swing straight from the bottle. He continued staring at himself in the mirror. 

Not long, the door by the bed opened and the two thugs stepped out. They silently bowed their heads to Rolph who seemed not to be aware of their presence, then quietly left the suit. 

Immediately the front door clicked, Rolph walked to the door by the bed and opened it. 

Red light rays enveloped him as he paused and took another long swing at the bottle of wine he was holding. 

He was still gulping down the wine when he stepped into the room and closed the door after him. 

It was a red room. Not because it was painted red, but because a huge chandelier of small, tear-drop shaped red bulbs hung in the middle of the room and bigger bulbs of the same color were installed, one in each corner of the wall. And they were all switched on. 

The room was so red and dark, you could hardly see anything.  But if you squint your eyes, you could make out shapes of things hanging on the wall. 

Heavy breathing could be heard from Rolph's right but all one could see was an upright Shadow. 

"This will not do." Rolph muttered to himself. He moved to the wall and pressed a switch. The chandelier lights turned warm immediately. 

Now you can see the room still bathed in red light but infused with warm light though the corners were still primarily red while the middle was warm and bright. 

Then there were the sublime points where the two colors came together. 

"Mm mmm." Rolph shook his head in the negative and pressed the switch again. This time, the warm lights switched to white and every corner of the room was exposed.

 "Good." Rolph approved.