MINE MY HEART

CHAPTER 3: SIR ROMAN

“Sir, please I don’t think it’s wise that you’ve wandered out here, New York is rather different from here. It’s dangerous to be out here and your father would get angry if he finds out that you left the house” a short slim man spoke as the man in front of him kept walking forward, they had been walking for over an hour now. “Albert. I would appreciate it if you just turned around and went back home, you’ve done nothing but complain all the way. I never asked you to come along, you did on your own free will. Please keep your wise thoughts to yourself.” he voiced not wanting to lose his temper, he wasn’t a child anymore and beside it was night time, nobody gave a damn who he was. Albert on the other hand seems to have another opinion on the matter.

He continued to wander around but came to a stop in front of a hotel that caught his fancy. The iaspis pressura was written on the it, “Albert, you see the shop over there, go get me coconut milk” he ordered he turned to his direction.

“What? But you don’t like it, what then is the need of getting one?” he asked, knowing he just wanted to frustrate him to go back home.

“Albert, are you asking me questions? Was that what you were employed to do?” the young man asked.

“But sir Roman…”

“Coconut milk now” Albert nodded before walking away, Roman stared at him making sure he wasn’t seen by Albert before going into the hotel.

The hotel was like every normal hotel he had been to but there was something off about it that he couldn’t place his fingers on, the furniture showed it was for the rich and a place where the poor couldn’t gain access were often hiding something, the made his way to the reception, dropping the envelope in his possession. The receptionist nodded and without a single word took him inside one of their VIP rooms.

The bus finally came to a stopped, Jerome was still trying to fight with his consciousness. “Alright, we all know why we are here, remember the men in there have the power to take you out of this damned place. Be of good conduct.” He advised before opening the door.

Leaving the town? That didn’t sound bad to Jerome, he had always hated the town and this may be what fate had designed for him what was the worst that could happen? He asked himself as he stood to his feet moving with the boys. They got into the hotel and took a sharp bend. There was a room at the end of the hallway, they walked in and it was filled with fancy and clean clothes, there was also a big bathroom inside the play, “watch up and get ready” Jerome could hear but could move anymore.

“Are you drunk” one of the boys asked Jerome as he just sat with his eyes fixed on the floor.

“he ought to be Oliver, this was a stupid idea. What we are about to do is disgusting” he scoffed taking off his clothes and walking into the bathroom.

“Don’t listen to him, it’s nothing like that, just think about as an exchange of pressure and desire for money and a better life.” He spoke taking off his clothes.

“I’m Oliver, what’s yours?” he asked helping Jerome take off his clothes, he knew just how the boss gets if his work is delayed, especially if it was because of a newbie. “Jerome” he managed to speak as Oliver helped him up into the bathroom.

“Next time don’t drink so much, just a little to give you encourage would do” he advised before pouring water on Jerome. As water hit Jerome’s skin he could help but shiver, he could feel each and every sensation, he let out a soft moan as Oliver rubbed soap on him body.

“You must be a giver” he spoke, Jerome didn’t say a word as he enjoyed the water touching his skin, he could feel the water running down his body, he could no longer feel his pain although his senses were increased, he was glad the pain was gone.

“thank you” Oliver smiled before getting dressed, after a few minutes the man from before came back.

“Ready?” he asked, with that they all got into a line and into the hotel, Jerome could see a bit as the ground had manage to stop spinning. The first room the entered was red, the furniture were quantity and Jerome could see it. His eyes caught a glimpse of someone on the bed, it was a male as his shirt was not buttoned but he couldn’t see the face of the man sitting on the bed because it seems as though he was wearing a mask. What was he doing? Was he going to sell himself because of Amadeus? Yes, he wanted to leave town but was this his only options? He asked himself as consciousness hit him a bit.

The man on the bed got to his feet and started with the front of the line, he seems to be inspecting the boys. He didn’t say a word until he got to Jerome, he looked at his face. Jerome could feel his eyes trailing down his body, he raised his hand touching his face; Jerome could feel electricity passing through his body, he felt warmth from the man in front of him which made him close his eyes.

He gently traced his fingers from Jerome’s face down his neck pulling his closer that he fell out from the line. Jerome didn’t look behind him but he could feel everyone leave the room, “Your name?” a soft calm yet deep voice whispered into his ears.

“Jerome” he replied not wanting him to move away from him, he wanted more, he wanted him to touch on his skin.

Albert walked back with the coconut milk in his hand and couldn’t find Sir Roman anywhere. “I’m dead, this boy is going to be the death of me” he spoke knowing how his father would get if he found out about this, he glanced at his watch 10:30 pm. Nobody in the house knew that they were out.