When Yibo woke up, it was almost afternoon. He had sore muscles all over his body and his head was buzzing. But he had not forgotten what happened last night, or rather in the morning between him and Zhan. But when he looked around for Zhan in the room, he was not there.

There was only a note on the pillow next to Yibo, on which was written: "I had to leave. I'm sorry I wasn't there when you woke up. Order something to eat, I'll pay for it. If you're free on Monday night, please join me for a business dinner. And hey, I really enjoyed the night and morning with you. Zhan."

Yibo was a little disappointed that Zhan had left. But at the moment, his headache and sore muscles, which were mostly on his butt, and also his great hunger were his bigger concerns. He called room service, ordered the lunch menu, and quickly went to take a shower.

When Yibo stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom and saw all the little hickeys on his upper body, he had to smile. No, he didn't regret having sex with Zhan. In fact, he had enjoyed it very much. It was a completely new experience for him and he had never had as much fun having sex as he had with Zhan. But he wasn't sure he would want a repeat.

After Yibo got dressed and his lunch came, he took his cell phone and wanted to take a picture of the meal. He had never had such an expensive lunch, which then looked like an artist had made it. But when he turned on the screen, he suddenly felt guilty when he saw the selfie of himself and Emily.

He realized again that although they were on a relationship break, they were far from separated. Because he still hadn't been able to bring himself to do that. And in the end, it meant he had become unfaithful to her after all. Something he swore to her would never happen.

But this also showed Yibo how broken his relationship already was and only made it clearer to him once again how little he was still attached to her and their relationship. He had slept with Zhan out of lust and curiosity, completely ignoring the fact that Emily existed. How many more signs did he need that the relationship was at an end?

After dinner, Yibo called a cab and drove home. With every movement he made, he felt like an old man. He conquered the headache with two aspirin, but the sore muscles were still there. And it seemed to be getting worse.

When Yibo arrived home, he dragged himself to his room and dropped onto the bed, complaining about his sore muscles. Shortly after, his best friend came into his room and wanted to know where he had been all night. "Ah don't ask." Said Yibo, covering his eyes with his forearm.

"Come on. Don't tell me you were out walking around until just now."

"No, I wasn't. I was in the hotel."

"How could you afford that?"

"I told you, don't ask."

"Well, I'm asking! Did you spend the night with a woman?"

"No, I didn't. Definitely not a woman!"

"Then what? A guy?"

"And what a guy!"

"Huh?"

"Never mind."

"Tell me, do you have hickeys on your neck?"

"What? No, it just looks like that."

"I know hickeys when I see them, don't I? What have you been up to?"

"Do you really want to know?"

"Yes, of course."

"I had an unexpected amount of fun losing my virginity of my butt."

Youn almost choked, "*cough* You what?"

"I had sex with a man. Well, actually, he with me."

"Voluntarily?"

"Yes."

"Oh, come on. You're lying."

"No. I really wanted it. God I was really into it. I was so hot I really ripped him when I was riding him."

"Ah too much information Yibo."

"You asked."

"And you really liked it?"

"Mn. I was so into getting fucked by him that I forgot everything around me. Ey, he fucked me to paradise."

"Ahem, Yibo!"

"No kidding!"

"And now you're into men or what?"

"No. That was a one-time thing. But one I'm sure I'll never forget."

"Are you sure it was a one-time thing? I mean, if you liked it so much, there must be a reason."

"Sure, the guy knows exactly what he's doing to make you forget everything."

"That's not what I meant."

"Listen Youn, I'm still really tired and I'd like to get some more sleep. Can we talk more later?"

"Sure. But one more question."

"What?"

"What about Emily?"

"Well, I guess I'm going to break up with her. That night just showed me that it's over with her."

"Okay. Sleep well."

"Mn. Thank you." Yibo rolled over onto his belly as soon as Youn left his room. He thought about the gentlest way to say to Emily that he no longer saw a future for the relationship. But is it even possible to tell someone this gently?

Before Yibo could find an answer to that question, he fell asleep again. He dreamed about Zhan and how they slept with each other. When he woke up, he had a hard dick as thanks for that. "Shit, now I'm already getting hard from a dream." He muttered as he considered pleasuring himself. Actually, he didn't like that much, but it didn't seem like the boner was going to go away on its own either.

Yibo turned over on his back, ran his hand inside his pants, and began to masturbate. He tried to imagine himself making love to a pretty woman. But in his mind's eye, Zhan kept appearing, taking him hard. And with those memories, Yibo had quickly reached his limit and came. He wiped his hand on a handkerchief and wanted to get up to take a shower and get ready for his escort appointment that evening.

But as soon as he sat down, his sore muscles had become hellish by now, there was a knock on his room door. And when he called: "Come in" exactly the person came into his room, which he had least expected. Emily!

Yibo immediately threw his bedspread around his body and covered his neck so she wouldn't see the hickeys. Emily sat down next to him and looked at him thoughtfully. "Are you sick?" She asked.

"Um, no. I was out with Youn last night, met another friend and just drank too much. And now I'm feeling a little bad about it." Lied Yibo.

"Oh I see."

"What brings you here? I thought you were still with your parents?"

"I was. But I missed you and I really wanted to see you. I wanted to talk to you."

"Um okay. And about what?"

"I've been really mean to you the past few months, and I've said a lot of mean things that I didn't mean. I wanted to sincerely apologize to you for that." Yibo momentarily felt even more guilty.

"Emily, you..."

"Yibo, I love you. And I know I don't deserve it. But please give me another chance. I don't want to lose you. I'll accept your job and I won't complain about it anymore. I know you've always done the best you could."

"Emily...I have to...." But he didn't get any further because Emily kissed him. He was so perplexed that he just sat there and didn't move. He didn't even return the kiss. He just sat there and stared at her with his eyes wide open.

And before Yibo could say anything after this very strange and uncomfortable kiss for him, Emily said, "I promise. I'll be better." Then she kissed his cheek and ran out of the room.

A completely confused Youn, who had let Emily into the apartment moments before, then looked in the room at Yibo and asked, "What was that?"

"I have no idea." Replied Yibo, who was simply at a loss for words.

However, since time was running out and he didn't have time to wonder about it, he carelessly threw the bedspread off his body and dashed into the bathroom. Although he had already showered in the hotel, he nevertheless showered again. Because he wanted to wash himself thoroughly once again with his own care products. After all, his customers always praised him for his fresh appearance and wonderful fragrance.

An hour later, as Yibo made his way to his customer, he had a moment to think about Emily and her sudden realization of her behavior over the past few months. He still didn't understand where she suddenly got this insight and she even asked him for a second chance. She wasn't really like that. So was she really afraid of losing him?

That evening Yibo accompanied his customer to an Irish pub. He was glad that it was not a club and that he could sit next to his customer and not have to move much. Because his sore muscles would have made it impossible for him to dance for and with his customer. He also refrained from drinking anything alcoholic, preferring to order a water with lemon and ice.

They had been in the pub less than an hour when the door opened and Yibo couldn't believe his eyes. It was Zhan and he was accompanied by a young handsome man. And that didn't please Yibo at all. Who was this guy? Another escort Zhan booked for himself? Did Zhan need that after they just slept with each other that morning?

Zhan and the young man sat down at one of the high tables near the bar and talked animatedly. They laughed and seemed to be having fun. And inside Yibo it began to boil. Had Zhan not seen him? Or was he deliberately not paying attention to him? And why was he going out with another escort again? Didn't he actually want to book Yibo again?

Although Yibo tried not to get angry about it and to concentrate on his customer, when he saw Zhan going to the toilet, he immediately followed him. He wanted to confront him and ask him if he didn't even think it was necessary to greet him after what had happened between them.

When Yibo arrived at the guest toilet, he waited until Zhan came out of the toilet cabin. Immediately, he walked up to Zhan and asked, "Can't you at least say hello?"

"What?" Zhan asked, confused.

"I've been waiting for almost an hour for you to at least say hello to me. Or did you get what you wanted from me now and that's why you don't pay attention to me anymore?"

"Yibo, I don't understand what you want at all. I haven't seen you. I'm sorry."

"Yeah right. Because you were way too distracted fooling around with that guy."

"Listen..."

"No Zhan. I get it. You've had your fun with me, and you're certainly not going to book me now after all."

Yibo angrily wanted to leave the guest bathroom, but Zhan grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him to him in his arms. Yibo tried to free himself, but quickly realized that he had no chance. "Yibo, I really didn't see you. If I had seen you, I would have said hello to you, of course. Even though you're actually working now. I'll book you again, and yes, I had my fun with you, but that doesn't mean I'm going to drop you because of it. Besides, you had fun too. And to that guy. Well, that's my little brother. So don't worry, you'll be the only escort I'll book anymore. And even if you don't believe me, but it meant a lot to me too with you."

"Your brother?" Yibo asked with relief.

"Mn. My little brother. He's visiting the city. And because of him, I had to leave early too and couldn't wait until you woke up."

"Oh okay."

"Good, now calm down and go back to your customer. You don't want to be unprofessional again do you?"

"Right."

"I'll see you Monday night?"

"Mn. Just send me the information."

"Will do." Said Yibo. Zhan kissed his forehead and let go of Yibo. He washed his hands, winked at him, and left the guest bathroom.

Yibo stayed a minute or two longer, which he needed to calm his racing heart. What was wrong with him?

When Yibo returned to his customer, he sat down next to her and was in a better mood again. He looked over at Zhan, who nodded and smiled at him, and felt relieved. He managed to finish the evening sovereignly and then went home, where he lay awake in his bed for quite a while, already looking forward to Monday night.

But, what is he going to do with Emily now? He doesn't love her anymore, he knows that now. He knows that he urgently needs to talk to her. But what is the best way to do that?