I swim our of the water and wipe drops out of my face. I lay my hands on the edge of the indoor pool and wipe my palms to the towel.

I look at my phone and all the messages. 3 emails from work, 2 missed texts from my dad, 1 text from my friends. Some notifications on news.

I'll read it later. I need to think. Soren must accept my offer. I don't want him to be used my other man.

Not because I shame him. I can't shame if I was a customer myself. But because I care for him.

My heart does strange things when I'm around him and he shops with his brother.

How cute.

I didn't know siblings could have such a good bond. Their parents must be happy.

Wait. How old is Soren anyway? I don't think I know.

He looks very young and maybe he is. All I know is that he must be an adult to work in the hotel, which makes me feel better.

I would not want to be with a minor. And our age gap would be 10 years which is also not the worst. I could live with that.

Was his brother older or younger? I can't tell. He looked more grown up but Soren acted like the adult there.

So many questions and I'm not sure if I'll get answers.

Do I mind paying him 210 euro a week? Not really. I'll just miss my drunken depressed session and money is saved up.

I make about , which of course doesn't mean it's my only source of income.

Safe to say that roughly 840 euro a month wouldn't kill me, and who knows where my plans with Soren would go anyway.

*

My family is rich since birth. There was never time in my life that I would be poor and suffered. My father is a millionaire, my mother is a millionaire, my grandparents are too.

All of my siblings and I were given money and ways to become as rich. Unless I make my parents mad in some way, I don't think I'll ever be broke.

Not even if my own business failed.

*

I decide to go on a golf with my friend Karl.

"So he will be your personal prostitute?" He says and smashes the golf ball.

"Don't call him that. It's not the same. This is different."

He gives me a side eyes and fixes the scarf on his head. His melatonin skin is really shinning in the sun today.

It's clearer than the sky.

"Okay. Your personal sex worker."

"Better and don't say it so judgmentally. Aren't you a virgin?" I hit my ball.

"Yes I am, but by a choice."

I chuckle and we get to the golf cart. "Why would you want to be a virgin till marriage?"

"Listen, it sort of gives a sense of power and it's beneficial. No unwanted babies, no diseases, knowing the person is tight to you and probably won't cheat.

And I'm only twenty four. Some people are virgins at twenty four without a choice." He stops the cart.

"Yeah, I know that. I just lost mine too soon and now I'm obsessed with sex."

"Good for you." He nods. I guess.

*

On Friday, I arrive at the hotel, nervous about what answer I'm going to get. But I already have a plan B and C.