Are you my Adonis?

The After

I woke up the next morning with a groan. I was very exhausted and sore from last night. I had woken up 30 minutes after I passed out to have s*x with him again. It was not nearly as passionate as the first time, but it was comforting and what I needed. He spent the night making gentle love to me. We would have s*x, nap for a bit, and have s*x again. We kept doing it until he ran out of condoms. He said very sweet words to me the whole time that made me wonder if being with a boyfriend would be like that.

I turned to look at the man beside me. His sleeping face was almost angelic. A strong Roman nose, full lips, framed by strong eyebrows, he did resemble what I thought the real Adonis would have looked like. His jet black hair fell onto his face. I was tempted to brush it away from his eyes, but I didn’t want to wake him. He deserved his rest after the night he gave me. I got out of bed slowly and took another look at him. He reminded me of Renaissance sculptures reclining like that.

I grabbed the robe on the door and put it on. I sneaked out of the bedroom to the living area. I found my purse on the couch and pulled out my phone. I called Hank and asked him to have the car ready in thirty minutes. I went into the other bedroom in the suite and took a shower. I was a little surprised that the bathroom was stocked with the basic amenities instead of my personal toiletries. Another thing I will have to bring up with the management team. Knowing I didn’t have casual clothing here and wanting to wait until the concierge got clothing in my size, I decided to wear that hideous bridesmaid dress home.

After my shower, I sneaked back into the main bedroom. He was still sleeping. I pulled out 1000 dollars in cash and laid it on the pillow I used beside him. I scribbled a quick note thanking him for a wonderful night, and this was the tip I was leaving him. I put on that dress but decided to forego the g-string. I tossed it in the garbage can. I was about to open the drawer to get some fresh undies, but I remembered I hadn’t stocked up this suite yet. I shrugged; I’ll be in the car soon, and the dress is calf-length.

I took one more look at the man who blew my mind, knowing I’ll probably never see him again. I blew him a kiss and walked out. I was looking at my socials as I took the exclusive elevator down to the lobby. Sally had posted photos from the Bahamas. I liked their photos and commented that the room looked wonderful. I sighed, knowing this was my first day without me pining for Bill. He’ll just be a friend from now on.

Hank was waiting for me when I walked out of the lobby. He opened the door to the Bentley, and I slid into my seat. I look up at the window to my suite and sigh. Fantasies can’t last forever, and the real world always waits. I close my eyes and lean back as Hank pulls away from the Presidium.

Halfway home, my phone rang. I looked down, and it was the number to Adonis Romance Service. I wondered if I hadn’t left enough of a tip and they were calling for more. Kinda tacky.

“Hello?” I answered the phone carefully.

“Hello, Ms. Fowler. This is Eros from Adonis Romance Service,” said the same pleasant voice from yesterday but slightly clipped.

“Oh, hello. Is there something wrong?” I asked,

“Ms. Fowler, I understand you were slightly inebriated last night when you booked your session. However, our bookings are binding, and we have a no refund policy.”

“What do you mean? I’m not asking for a re…”

“Ms. Fowler, the Adonis we sent to you said you did not show up for your session. Since you booked for the whole night, he stayed at the designated suite until 8 am. Whether you attend your session or not, you will be charged the entire booking fee plus the session fee. “Eros continued

“But….”

“I hope you continue to use our service and actually give our Adonises a try. Thank you and goodbye,” Eros rushed.

“Goodbye,” I stammered, too stunned to process

I palmed my forehead and thought hard. Wasn’t I in my private suite last night? Wasn’t that man the Adonis that the service sent me? I retraced my steps and realized I got off on the wrong floor. I was in the wrong suite. It would explain the amenities being wrong. So who was it I spent the night with? Why didn’t he correct me or throw me out of his suite? At least he wore a condom each time. But I can’t believe I gave my firsts to a complete stranger. I even gave him my first kiss… completely naked.

I took out a bottle of water from the console and took a long drink. I can’t believe what I did. I’m never drinking again.