The story of gay boss comes to the end. If you haven’t read the previous parts of this gay sroty yet, you have an opportunity to find them here – the first part, the second part, the third part. And now our story came to the end.
… The dinner was amazing, we had a great conversation, eye in eye and heart by heart. Even to warm it a little bit more we ordered red wine, he knew that I was very passionate about it. He had even noticed the brand I adored – a French wine brand – Bordeaux. Then he asked for the bill, of course, he paid the invoice, despite my insisting on letting me pay.
We were getting ready to leave the restaurant and he unexpectedly turned toward me and said: “You have no idea about the surprise I have for you.” And he smiled. I was both curious and uneasy, I gave a surprised gaze. Then I asked: “What is it? I want to know!” He smiled again and told me simply to follow him. We got in his car and he gave me a romantic kiss, that had calmed me down a little, but I still was curious and I insisted on knowing. “Where are we going? Just tell me!” I asked. Then he felt the uneasiness in my voice and stopped the car, then caught me and started talking: “Why do you have to be like this all the time? So curious and sweet? I’m driving you to an amazing hotel, where we will spend the night together. You just didn’t let me surprise you…”
That was really unexpected… I shut up and started thinking, I actually wanted this, I wanted to spend the night along with my man, but… It was our second day together and we hadn’t identified our relationship yet. Was it even a relationship?
I couldn’t know that this night was going to be the one that I wouldn’t forget for a lifetime. We arrived and in front of us, a giant was standing. It was a 20-floor, 5-star hotel. I couldn’t believe that he had done it for me… I thought then that he really loved me. I felt so small at that hotel, there was too my luxury for a simple waiter like me. However, I quickly adapted myself, it is easy to get adapted to good things, isn’t it? We spent some time enjoying the hotel and its café, then he wanted us to get in our room. I was fine with that, we went there, just after entering the room he caught me and we started passionately kissing.
After some intimacy moments of this sort, I wanted to watch a movie together and he was completely fine. He didn’t take me there just for sex and that was important for me. We didn’t have anything more than kisses and warm hugs that night. Now we were able to enjoy our conversations, lying together, dreaming together – that was the feeling of being in love, of being a couple. I was ready to give him my heart, he had deserved it.