He is there. At seven pm. I don't know why my palms are so sweaty.

"Hello, sir." I say sitting in the hallway. We both have our masks on but I remember his face vividly.

"Shall we go?" He hands me his hand.

I follow him to his room, 69. Is he not going to ask me about the shop?

He locks the door behind us and takes off his mask.

"Your brother looks like you." Is the first thing he says.

My heart jumps up. "Please. We were not supposed to meet. We can't know each other's lives."

"Well, I think it was destiny we met there."

"Destiny." I bite my lip, "but yet, you know a lot about me and I know nothing about you sir."

He chuckles. "You are right. I would like to fix it."

"You would?" I look up to him. He pats my curls.

"I want to know more about you too."

"but we can't."

"We will talk later about all this, but now. What do you want to know about me?"

I think for a second. "Your name. My real name is Soren so ..."

"It's Lars." He says. Lars is such a powerful name and suits him.

"Okay. Who was the man in the shop with you? Your boyfriend?" I say a bit jealous.

Why am I jealous? And why would it be his boyfriend ?!

"No, not at all. Carlo is my bodyguard. He's with me a lot of the times."

"Bodyguard?" I say surprised.

"Yes. I'm a known man. It's always good to have protection."

"I see. I've never seen anyone with a bodyguard around, but if you are rich ..."

"I'm very rich."

"Hm." I nod, jealous again. I would switch my life with his any time.

"Do you shop often with your brother?" he asks me.

"Yes, I do, sir. Ehm, Lars." Now I know his name.

"Why don't your parents shop? Unless you live alone." I don't really know what to say so I ignore the parents part.

"I live alone. Atila shops with me. Can we move on this evening?"

"Of course." He pats my curls, "we can talk later on."

*

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He lays on the matrass as I move my hips on top of him. I cover my mouth from the intense feeling.

He holds my hips and pushes me onto him more, burying all of him inside me.

The moments he hits my prostate, I moan out loudly. I push my hands to the back of his body and press them onto his thighs.

My back is arched a bit as I move my hips on him. I probably make weird faces, but it feels so good.

Lars is the only one that actually leaves me satisfied and it's more than just a work for me.

It's an experience.

I cum onto his stomach again. I wonder why he never puts a condom on me. He must enjoy seeing me like this.

On the other hand, he never goes raw, always protected. Only if everyone was like him.

He huffs too and his huge palm squeezes my ass cheek. I realizes our size difference the first time we met.

He's bigger in every aspect, but I like it.

I lay on the pillow next to him and he kisses me. His kisses feel so real.

"Are you okay?" he asks me. It's 8.10 already. He always takes his time but makes it worth it.

"I'm good." I sit up.

"Don't leave today. I have you booked remember?"

"But ... I,"

"You need to go home to your brother." He says.

I gulp down. "Yes." I look at him.

"I know, but let's have a talk at least."