“Yes, Roth, can you please come to my room and help me? I have injured my foot.” He said softly. There was a brief silence on the line, in which Tristan could only hear his own breathing, followed by an alert and wide-awake concerned exclamation from Roth, “How even? Alright, you don’t move, I’ll be right there.” Tristan took care to hide Roth’s picture under the covers before he arrived in his room. The condition of Tristan’s room was far from well-kept, the clothes from last night were still sprawled on the floor, mixed with Tristan’s own clothes from the day before that he had just left there to tidy up in the morning. Roth had a worried expression on his face as he entered the room. Not even stopping to take in the condition of the room, he rushed straight to Tristan’s side, “What happened? Are you okay?”“Yeah, I just twisted my ankle I guess.” Of course he couldn’t tell him the truth. Roth was now removing the covers from Tristan’s body, disclosing an only boxers-clad Tristan

Roth closed the door of his bedroom behind him, taking in the sight of the woman before him, boldly sitting in his bed. She raised her eyebrows at the sight of him and put one of her legs on another. As her leg rose,he could see the exposed pussy beneath. She wasn’t wearing any underwear under the tight red dress hugging her body. He showed no reaction to the sight. It was nothing unusual for him. Roth Dimitri was used to women throwing themselves at him - that’s what he had liked about Ruby: she had maintained her self-respect and pride despite being in love with him. This particular woman was a friend of Craig’s, who had been trying to get in his pants for months, but he had paid no head to her. He never seemed to be running out of women to fuck, so that he would need to actually especially call somebody. Roth’s terms with Craig had paved Charlotte’s way into Roth’s bedroom. Her light hair was pinned up in loose curls, diamond earrings dangling from her ears and a seductive smil

Of course, when he sat before Tristan, holding Tristan’s arm, looking into Tristan’s eyes with those somber gray eyes of himself, and told Tristan he was sorry, Tristan was left with no choice but to forgive him. “Thank you.” Roth smiled and got up, “I’ll leave you to rest then, I guess.” His cheeky voice was back as he winked at Tristan, and Tristan just threw his head back and laughed. Classic Roth, topping his mishaps with some cheek, but that seemed to always work for him. That was just Roth’s way, he was the kind of person that no one can remain angry with for a long time. Before he dimed the lights on his way out, he turned to look at Tristan briefly, who had also been looking at him expectantly. Roth stopped for a second, and with his hand on the switch panel, he softly, almost inaudibly, said, “And I know you more than you think I do, Tristan.” He hit the lights and exited Tristan’s room, without caring to stop for Tristan’s reaction, leaving him alone in the yellow hue of l

Roth finally reached to the conclusion that it would be an awkward time to wake up for him now, so he delayed his plan, deciding to wait a while before opening his eyes, to not make it seem like he had heard that, saving Tristan the embarrassment and himself the awkwardness. However Tristan had other plans in mind, he never gave Roth the chance to execute his plan, continuing to spill out his heart in that soft voice that melted Roth's heart, "You're so beautiful, but unfortunately, I would never be able to tell you that in your consciousness." "Oh, Roth, you have no idea what you have done to me. You have no idea how much it hurts to see you with other people." Roth had all the idea in the world how much it hurt, he had felt that pain when he saw Ruby with that other guy. But Roth used to go through at least three women per week. He could imagine the thought of Tristan going through that pain repeatedly. His heart started to go out for Tristan, despite everything, Tristan was his

“Good morning ladies and gentlemen! I hope y’all have planned loads of sex for this particular Friday night. Allow the sex doctor to assist you in your journey of pleasure. Let’s have our first caller ready, Tristan, shall we?” Roth’s cheery voice boomed across the booth, not carrying a hint of his sleep deprivation. “Right, doctor, our first caller is Antonio.” Tristan informed him before connecting the caller’s audio to the headset on Roth. Roth gave Tristan a thumbs up across the booth, as he spoke, “Hello Antonio, what made you call the sex doctor today? Unable to make your lady’s juices flow?” Roth’s wit made Tristan chuckle - he did not enjoy the rest of the days as much as he enjoyed Fridays. He liked Roth in the booth. Roth was a whole different person in the booth. His masked identity behind the sex doctor allowed him to be completely reckless and open with his remarks. “Doctor, lately for some personal reasons, I was not able to have penetrative sex with my girlfriend, so