Boyfriend. I'm his boyfriend. Not just a boy toy. Sex partner. Not a friend or occasional person.

I'm his ... boyfriend? What! I don't think my brain understands it.

It happened in my vulnerable moment. They just threw it at me and I didn't know what to do.

I don't know what to do now. Like I said, I've never had a boyfriend. Only 3 men that were soon to be boyfriends but never took the positions.

In other words, they enjoyed my company and sex, but never wanted more and never made it official.

I was so blind for being with them. And then I started working at the hotel.

I felt too embarrassed to be in a relationship and have sex with other men too.

Now, I'm not at the hotel. I'm not a sex worker.

I'm ... a boyfriend. What does a boyfriend do anyway?

*

"Why are you so stressed?" Lars asks me in his office. He puts his face onto my stomach. I blink.

I'm glad people don't see us.

"I just don't know how to act."

"Why?"

"mm." I look away.

"Why? What's different?"

"What do you mean, what is different, Bonnet?" I give him a look.

He looks offended that I used his surname. "I don't know. MOREL."

I squint my eyes. "How am I supposed to act as your ... your."

"Boyfriend?"

"That."

"Well, the same as before. Except." He grabs my ass and I squeak, "now, I can just have sex with you all day and night and not worry about you running away."

I blush. "weren't you doing that before too?"

"No. before you only worried about money and me not being too close. Now," he licks onto my stomach under the shirt. I grab his shoulder, "you're all mine all the time."

"Yeah. I get it." I step away. "So you will stop paying me for sex. Is that the difference?"

"One of them. The other is us going on dates."

"Dates? No." I shake my head, "dates are awkward."

"Awkward?" he smirks. "Then ... you'll just go into my house and I will be touching all over you and then send you home."

I roll my eyes. "Okay."

"I have a pool."

"Where?"

"In the house."

I open my mouth. "You have a pool in the house?"

"hm. Do you want to come?"

"No." I pretend not to be interested.

"And I have sauna."

"Hm." Oh my god, he has a sauna!

"And champagne with strawberries."

"O-kay." Strawberries, my favorite.

"I have Netflix in my t- ..."

"Fine, I'll come to your house. If you want me to come so much then I will do it for you. But not because I want to. Because- you want to."

"Of course." He takes my hand and kisses it. "do you want to meet my family?"

"What?" I say shocked.

"Since you don't have one. I can introduce you to mine."

"I don't know. Isn't that weird?"

"No. You're my boyfriend."

"And they are okay with you being bisexual?"

"Well, the queer people in the family support me, others ... tolerate me." He looks up to me, "do you really not have anyone in the family?"

I shake my head. "No. Mom is gone. Dad is, I don't know where. My Aunt lives in Asia now, or somewhere far away. She was never much friendly. My grandparents are too old."

"Do you have a god father?"

"No." I shake my head.

"Secret uncle?"

"Maybe from dad's side, but I doubt he knows about us."

"Hm, okay." he lowers my head and kisses me, "and your friends."

"Just you know, in colleges living their good lives. I meet ...some." I rub my neck. Not really. "sometimes."

"We can see my family then. My father will have birthday, you know, so I'm hopping everyone will be there.

Well, probably not Theo. He just does what he wants, but maybe he will surprise us." His brother? I think.

"Fine, but I don't want to leave Atila home alone."

"No, we can take him. It's in a week."

"He has school."

"It's on the weekend." He raises a brow.

"Oh." I cough, "hm. If you want me to be there, then I can be there." I feel stupid to admit that I want to see other people too and make friends.

"You're so cute." He pushes me on his lap, "don't be so cute, I have to work."

"I'm not doing anything." I whine.

"Exactly. You just exist and you are cute." He plays with my curls.

**

Lars' family coming soon !