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The Angel of Pie Jesu.
By John T. S. Teller.
Part 49.
Book two: Journey of the Coin.
Aleric
Gareth has fallen asleep. I'm not surprised. Because he'd come back from Japan, we worked out that he'd been awake for twenty nine hours. He was up at six o'clock Japanese time; spent six hours before he caught the flight, which lasted fifteen hours; it was another four hours before we got to Bedri's place; we spent two hours in there, and it's been three hours since we left and have been making love together. But I'm also exhausted. Apart from five hours troubled sleep after Bedri had left, and the two hours nap I had, I've only had seven hours sleep since I woke up on Saturday morning, and it's now Monday morning.
Making love together. It's not been the same as usual. We've both been pretending that me going with Bedri hasn't come between us, but the fun we usually have has been missing. Yes, we've had sex, but both of us were too quiet as we were doing it. I know why I was quiet. I'm hating myself for what I've done. I can try and dress it up any way I like but the brutal truth is that I've betrayed the man who loves me... and even though Gareth says he's forgiven me, I know that I've done something that can never be forgotten. That's why I'm sobbing now as I'm in my favourite position in the world; lying on top of Gareth, on his chest; my head on his left shoulder so I can see the profile of his face and rub my nose on his designer stubble and kiss him when I want to; my legs are between his, and Gareth's hands are locked in the small of my back. I don't know how he does it, but he entwines his fingers and they never come undone unless I'm uncomfortable, and then I have to reach behind me to undo his fingers before I can get off him. But I don't want to get off him now. This is my heaven after we've done it. This is what comes after and what was missing last night.
After. Yes, it was what was missing when I did it with Bedri.
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Bedri. I pressed the white button and immediately regretted it, but I also didn't regret it. I was too worked up to worry about principles. My body was aching for sex; for the unknown; for that which was forbidden. That's why I wanted it; that's why I even pushed the bedclothes off me and lay naked when he came into the room in his white nightgown. He came like a ghost in the night; holding a tray, which he placed on the bedside cupboard before sitting on the edge of the bed while he fondled my body from head to toe. His soft fingers were like electric shocks as he sought every part of me that made me shudder, and then he went to work.
I thought his beard would tickle me, but it didn't. It was another of the tools he used to make me like a jelly of sensuality. The first time I ejaculated, his beard was doing magic things on my balls when I spurted up my belly after he'd used just his tongue to work me off. When he got up, I thought he was going to lick it off, but instead, he gathered it in the palm of his hand and smeared it on my pinkler and balls and wanked me off in a way that I've never been done before. I was watching him, intent on seeing how he could create such feelings that I could never do. He was using the fingers of both hands to do it; massaging my balls and the part between them and my bum hole, and occasionally touching my hole without going inside it. And while he was doing that, he was using the semen soaked fingers of his other hand on my foreskin to massage the nerves on my knob. It wasn't long before I climaxed again, and I was surprised myself how much I produced. Two more spurts shot out and landed on my belly. And then he cleaned me up with his tongue until I was as clean as a whistle.
I was panting then, and wondering if he was going to want me to do him, but Bedri had other plans.
Beads. Bright purple ones. Small size to large size. I was instructed to hold my knees on my chest, and then he began to push them into me after he'd applied loads of gel everywhere. It was the strangest feeling I've ever had in there. I didn't feel a bit of pain, not even when all that was left was a piece of string hanging out of my bum. Then Bedri pushed my head back onto the pillow and told me to close my eyes. What followed was amazing. How he did it I'll never know, but I climaxed twice and tears of emotion were flowing from my eyes before he gently pulled them out of me. Then he ordered me to lie on my belly.
Goodness knows what it was because I never got to see it, but Bedri made me lie flat while he was doing it. My legs were spread while he knelt between them, and then I felt It going inside me. Although it was vibrating, I could tell that it wasn't a dildo he was using. Well, not one that was shaped like a pinkler. It was sort of a plum on the end of a stick, because as soon as it went through my bum hole, I felt my bum go back to being normal and not stretched. And then whatever it was went into me not far until it was on that spot that drives me crazy. I was biting the pillow because I was so worked up, but Bedri just wouldn't let me come. He kept taking me right to the edge, which gave me small climaxes, and then changed the position of the plum so I couldn't go the whole way. He did that for about twenty minutes, all the time running his fingers over my back, feeling at every tender spot that aroused more nerves inside me before he took it out, and then I was in such a state that I didn't care what happened to me. All I wanted was release from the feelings that were screaming at my nervous system. That's when Bedri had his way with me.
He hoisted me onto my knees, got himself into position, and I felt his knob push against my hole. I think out of the two of us, I was the most relieved when something solid slipped into me, and within a few seconds I went over the top big style while Bedri was wailing out a prayer and emptying whatever an old man can empty into me. Well, that's what I thought until he whispered into my ear, "None of me has entered you my sweet prince. You are too precious to despoil. Only the man you love must ever be allowed to do that."
Then came the cleaning up process. Bedri sat on the side of the bed, his fingers idly fondling my nakedness; brushing the hair back from my forehead; smiling into my eyes with his beautiful twinkling ones. He pointed a finger at me, told me to relax for a few moments, picked up his tray, and left the room. A few minutes later he came back with a stainless steel covered pot, and when he took off the cover, it was filled with hot, white cotton cloths. Then he cleaned me from head to toe, making sure not to get the bed wet, dried me thoroughly, kissed me on top of the head, told me to go to sleep, and then thanked me for having pity on him. And like the ghost that walked into the room, he went out just the same.
Never in all my life have I ever felt so drained, but it was not just sexually. That's when I needed my Gareth. That's when I realized that sex is only part of me. That's when I realized that without my Beautiful Man's loving arms to sink into, I might as well not do it. Always after sex I get depressed, but Gareth's warm arms bring me through that easily. It's never more than a couple of minutes before I'm back to normal, but without him, there was no normal, and I cried and cried myself to sleep wishing I was not there. But also in my mind was an awful sense of betrayal. I had sold my body into sexual gratification, but my soul was missing. How could it not be: it was far away across the world inside the man I loved, and I was glad that it could not have seen me in my treachery.
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But my soul is close to me now, inside the beautiful creature beneath me... the person I love with a mad passion and the person I've betrayed. Sometimes I hate Aleric Hahn, and right now I wish Gareth had not come to the Schiller Theatre. He deserves better than a harlot like me. Boys like me belong to the Herr Biermaiers of this world.
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Herr Biermaier.
It's been a while since only Carlos came and we did things together, and since then he and his brother Raul have always come together and nothing has ever happened. So this evening I'm expecting Carlos and Raul, but I get only the older boy, Raul. He does use the front gate, and actually surprises me when I hear "Ola" as I'm relaxing on my sun bed on the veranda.
I look up at the cute face with black hair, and smile. "Ola Raul. Are you on your own?"
He nods shyly. He speaks a dialect of Spanish, but because I've been here for four months now, I'm getting used to it and have almost mastered what I need to get by, so I point at the pool and ask in his tongue if he wants to take a swim. He nods shyly and says that he would, so I wave an arm at the pool to indicate that he can go in if he wishes.
He grins and goes to the shower cubicle, and after he's been in for a short while, he emerges in just a pair of oversized white underpants that have seen better days, and dives immediately into the water. Then he swims about, occasionally flashing me a grin to tell me that he's very much aware that I'm watching him. When he stops for a moment, I call to him ask if he'd like a drink and some cookies after he's finished swimming, and he grins and nods to me. So I get up and prepare for when he comes out. He also needs a towel if he's going to be shy when he comes out of the water and wants to change in the shower cubicle again (which is what both boys usually do when they're together), but because he's wearing them now, it will be without baggy underpants under his blue soccer shorts. It would be better if he left just his underpants on and came to me, and then I would be able to see the shape of his pinkler under the wet fabric, but I've always been turned on when I know a boy isn't wearing underwear, so I can live with him in just soccer shorts and nothing underneath them.
When I return, I've also got a fresh bottle of white wine with me. That's something else I've learnt over time: a boy is far more relaxed if he thinks the man who is getting in his pants is either semi or fully inebriated. I've lost count of the number of times I've used the excuse that I'm feeling a boy up because I love them more when I've been drinking. They usually giggle like mad, but because I'm `drunk', many have allowed me access to their jewels, thinking it's a good bit of fun being with a drunken man and letting him feel you up. So, while Raul is frolicking about, and I'm watching him, I drink two large glasses of wine and make sure he knows my speech is becoming impaired through drinking too much alcohol.
It's working. When he gets out of the water so he can dive or jump back in, I chuckle and point to the fact that the weight of his underpants have sagged them almost off his really cute bum, and he laughs before he hoists them up. After half an hour of fun, he feels confident enough that when I make fun of him, before he yanks his underpants up, he waggles his almost naked bum at me. I laugh, and pretend to hide my eyes. So that turns the tables. We're pretending that I'm offended by his nakedness, so he does it even more, and giggles when I pretend to hide my eyes with my hand, but because I'm also peeking at him through partly open fingers, he's also getting the message that I want to look at his bum. After another fifteen minutes, he gets out on the veranda side of the pool, does his usual grin and a show of his bum before he hitches up his underpants, and then surprises me by coming directly to where I'm lounging on the sun bed. Our game has given him confidence, and when he gets to the sun bed beside me, he chuckles and gives me a quick flash of his bum before he sits down sideways with his bum facing away from me.
I grin back at him, pretend to struggle to get off my sun bed, and make my way unsteadily to the table to sort out his cookies and the Coke that is nestling in an ice bucket. When I turn around, he's lying on his back on the sun bed, but he's bent his knees. I'm hoping he's done it for the reason I'm thinking he has... boy in a sexual situation, and he's hiding the hardness inside his underpants. When I put his fare on the low, square, white plastic table beside him, I tell him that he's the right way round now and I don't have to cover my eyes any more. He laughs, and turns over. I pretend to be shocked, place opened fingers over my eyes, and all the way back to my sun bed I'm looking at his bum whilst pretending that I'm not. He giggles like a proper boy and begins to eat his cookies. When I'm settled, I reach over and give his bottom a quick pat. He teases me by wriggling his bum, so I pat it again, but this time squeeze a buttock while I'm doing it. Another wriggle of his bum, and another pat and squeeze. He's munching on his cookies and drinking his coke while this is going on, and I know exactly which phase we're in now: boy knows the man beside him likes his bum, and to thank the man beside him for letting him swim in the pool and eat his cookies and drink his Coke, the man beside him is allowed to feel at his bum. Exchange is no robbery, they say. So I go the whole hog, and the next time I squeeze his buttock, I leave my hand there and gently fondle the softness of him. He continues to munch on his cookies.
Unlike little Carlos, Raul's body is fuller and stronger, and his lovely bum has more soft flesh to fondle; more curvaceous warmth to run my fingers over, and he also has a developing back that I slip my hand onto and follow the curves of it to his lovely neck. He takes another cookie from the plate and relaxes while he chews and I fondle. I would like to get to the back of his delicious thighs, but they're out of reach, so I accept the none too small mercies and concentrate on matters at hand, and after a while of running my fingers over his sodden underpants, I slip my fingers inside them and venture into pastures new. He takes another cookie from the plate and continues his cookie-fest while I continue my boy-fest. Fingers fondling superb buttocks now. Then I run them along his bum crack. Deeper strokes into the dampness, and no objections when I'm deep enough to touch his sphincter. In fact, I see a slight shudder of his body when I do get there, and for a moment he forgets to chew. I'm winning.
When he's eaten the last cookie and taken a drink of his Coke and relaxed onto the sun bed, he looks at me, and asks, "Are you rich?"
I smile at him, shrug my shoulders, and reply, "I suppose I am. Why do you ask?"
"We're not."
I give him an enquiring look. "We're? Do you mean your family? How many brothers and sisters have you got?"
He grins. "There's seven kids in our family... four sisters and two more boys besides me."
I smile back at him. "Are you the oldest. I know Carlos is younger than you. Where is he today?"
"I've also got a brother who's six years old. I told Carlos not to come today."
"And why did you do that?"
He shrugs his shoulders. "I wanted to come on my own. I don't like him round me all the time. He spoils things."
I grin at him and give his bum a proper fondle. "Spoils what we're doing now?" He giggles, but doesn't answer, so I wink at him and add, "Don't worry, I won't tell him. Do you like what I'm doing?"
He grins and nods. "Yes. You haven't got a woman here. Are you one of those men that like boys?"
I chuckle. "And how do you know about men who like boys at your age?"
He giggles. "The man who was here before was one of them. Where is he now? Did you buy the house off him?"
"No. I'm just renting the place from Pieter. Did you come here when he was here."
"Sometimes. He used to pay me to come. Will you pay me?"
I'm excited. It looks as though Pieter Brucher has already groomed Raul, and maybe now I can be a beneficiary of his efforts. So I smile at Raul, and say, "Yes... if you're a good boy. How much did he pay you?"
"Five Euros at least."
I pretend to be surprised at Peiter's generosity. "That much! You must have been a really good boy for him to give you that much! And did he give you more than that?"
Raul giggles. "Sometimes."
"And how did you explain having all that money to your parents?" I ask.
"I told them I was doing some work. You know... gardening and chopping logs. If he gave me twenty Euros, I would say it was because I'd collected a lot of wood and chopped it up for him. Will you give me twenty Euros?"
I grin at him. "It depends. How about we go inside and see how much you want to earn?"
Carlos is off the sun bed immediately, he collects the crockery and glasses, grins at me as he walks towards the house, and I'm no longer unsteady on my feet when I scuttle in after him as quickly as I can.
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Pieter has taught him well. As soon as we get into the house and he's taken the tray into the kitchen, when he comes back and sees me sitting on the sofa, he strips off his underpants, gets on his knees between my legs, and is tugging at my shorts to get them off. I lift my backside to let him do it, and he expertly pulls them off and starts his work `duties'.
First he examines me, and I can see that he's impressed at how big I am, and he experiments by putting two hands round it and pulling my foreskin back. He looks around it and sniffs at it, licks the underside, and his lovely tongue even licks the precum that's oozing from me. Then, whilst holding it rigid, he tries it for size in his mouth. He pulls off, stretches his jaws, and then is on me again, and I can see that he takes pride in what he can achieve, because he keeps measuring the depth of how much he's managed to get in his mouth. After a while, he grins, and says, "I haven't done it for a long time."
I grin at him. "Take your time, but be careful. What you're doing now is making me very excited if you know what I mean."
He grins and goes back to work. While Raul sucks my knob, I don't miss the fact that when I look at the naked body between my legs, his pinkler is hard while he's doing it. In fact, occasionally, he takes one hand off me and masturbates himself while he's still sucking me off. That's a good sign. It doesn't necessarily means he's gay, but he likes sex, and this boy will actually enjoy earning his money.
When I feel my climax coming, I tell him it is, and he nods that he understands, but he doesn't pull off me. He continues to wank and suck me until the first couple of squirts of my semen are ejected into the back of his throat, and then he pulls off me and lets the remainder splatter his cute face. This boy is very good! He knows that men like me like to see sweet boy faces covered in jizz, and he waits patiently facing me while it runs in rivulets from his eyes and nose and onto his lips and drips from his jaw onto his naked body. When it's over, he sits back on his haunches, still playing with his hard pinkler, and grins at me when he asks, "Good?"
When I've got my breath back, I nod. "Yes, Very good. Pieter taught you well." Then I grin at him. "I wonder what else he's taught you?"
Raul giggles. "Lots. Have you done now?"
I grin at him. "Not yet." I point at his hardness. Then I wink at him. "I'd like some of that after you've cleaned yourself."
And that's exactly what I get when he returns from the bathroom, me sitting on the sofa while he's standing on it with a leg each side of me, supporting himself with both hands on the back of it while he fucks my mouth and I've got hold of both buttocks pulling him in and out of me. The small tuft of pubic hair just above his pinkler suggested to me that he might be productive, but I'm actually surprised at how productive he is when three goodly spurts of thick boy juice are ejaculated into the back of my throat when he squirms with the joy of his climax, and because I haven't had any boy nectar for a long time, I make sure none of it goes to waste.
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Ten Euros later and Raul is gone. I thought he might ask for more, but he didn't. However, he does know that there's more to come if I get more from him... and he knows what he'll have to do to earn it. When he was getting off the sofa, I caught hold of his hips and pulled his bottom onto my face and licked along the length of his bum crack. He grinned and asked if I liked his bum. I told him I did, and asked when I was going to get it. He giggled and said, "Maybe next time."
When he's gone, I phone Pieter and tell him what's happening here. He's all giggles, explains exactly what twenty Euros buys, and then calls me a lucky sod because I've landed little Carlos before him. When I end the call, I'm thinking that it won't be long before Pieter joins me. He told me that Raul is familiar with the Underground Room, but we might have a problem. During my little soirée with Raul, I learned that Pieter is not too well built, which doesn't help. The small hole I fingered will take some stretching, and that will be painful, especially because it will have to be stretched quite a way to accommodate me! And whether Raul likes it or not, the day is not too far away when I will hear the beautiful cries of pain when he's filled with my manhood.
Oh, Hansie... I miss you! You would be at home here my beautiful boy, especially if you were being satisfied by two of us.
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Yokiko Miyagi.
I stare out of the window at Mt Fuji. Snow Child. That's me, and I feel like the snow covered slopes: cold! Gareth Rhys-Jones. I'd never met him before he came to dine and stay with us, but I've been in love with him for almost a year now, since father mentioned that he was hoping to buy a company from That handsome young Brit. That's what alerted me to him; that's why I spent a whole evening pouring over everything I could discover about him. He's thirty two years old and will be thirty three on August 23rd. Father was right... he is handsome. But he's more than that. He's gorgeous and looks like a Western film star. I was fourteen then, and had a crush on him immediately. Well, I thought it was a crush until father told me he had finally got him and his business partner to sell the company if the offer was good enough, and he would be spending two weeks in Tokyo. That's when it all came flooding back. That's when I got out all the photographs I'd hidden in my personal things and looked at him again, and that's when I realized that my affection for him was never a crush. I'm in love with him... really in love with him.
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I thought I'd hidden my sexual disposition and my feelings well from my family, but father and mother are far too clever for me. It was father who, two months ago, said he had something private to discuss with me and took me for a walk in the garden. His first words were like ice in my heart. We stood together, looking at the mountain. Then father said, "Snow Child. That's what we called you, after that vision of beauty before you, and we were right in one respect: you are beautiful. But we were also wrong. The heart of the mountain is cold, but yours is not my son. Your heart is like a raging fire, tempered only by what you think we expect of you."
I felt there was more to come, but I was non-committal. My secret is shameful to me. But I did have to ask, "And what would that be, father?"
Father smiled and took my hand. "Kami-no-michi. The spirit of the past makes us what we are, and in each of us dwells the Yin and the Yang. But the spirit of the past cannot oversee all things and will occasionally err. There is no crime; no sin in that. In you, my son... our son, kami-no-michi gave you the body of a boy, but also left in you the spirit of a girl. That is not a crime; not a sin; and there is no shame to be had for it. We love you as our child and not as anything else. Gareth Rhys-Jones will be here soon, and I will introduce you. But I can promise you nothing. Let us hope that kami-no-michi smiles upon you. If not, then always remember that your mother and I love you very deeply and will be your refuge until we are no longer upon this earth."
I wanted to shout, to scream that he was wrong, but instead, I bowed and thanked him for his wisdom. Then I went to my room and cried for hours in shame that I had let my family down. My parents did not disturb me, and in the morning they acted normally towards me, but I knew my secret was outed to all the family. My mother and sisters were especially nice to me before I went to school.
That was two months ago, and since then I have become used to them all understanding what I am. In fact, I have even accepted their small jokes about my sexuality. But that's because I know they love me and say those things to make me feel easier within myself. My eldest sister, Yuna, even suggested that I introduce her to Gareth Rhys-Jones if I discovered on meeting him that he was not to my liking. Then she asked if she could borrow one of the large photographs of him that I have tucked away.
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The meal. I was placed by Gareth, to his left, which is the order of respect. Although he was in Western dress, he knew our customs well. He spoke in our tongue and ate as we do, and he was an expert with the ways we eat. I was literally shaking with nerves, but I soon discovered that he had an aura about him; a certain disposition that made me feel his equal and which put me at ease when he smiled into my eyes and spoke in a voice that was soft and comforting. I expected superiority from a man who is renowned throughout the business world as both ruthless and without compassion to those who work with or against him, but I saw none of those traits in him during the meal. And he treated my father with great respect and honour, as he did the rest of our family.
Because I can speak English well, I paid him the honour of speaking in his language, and he even complimented me on my command of it. But the greatest joy I had during the meal was being beside him; feeling the warmth of his leg against mine; knowing I was in the presence of a man who has filled part of my life with emotion for almost a year. But it was after the meal that I discovered most about him, and it was not all good.
Unlike most of the meals-cum-business-meetings father often has, I was invited to spend time with them afterwards. Father calls it truth time because that's when people discover most about each other.
When father questioned him, Gareth was very open, almost dismissive about his parents living in the United States. But when the subject of his personal situation at the moment arose, although he was effusive in his praise of the family who are temporarily residing with him and openly admitted his philanthropic leanings towards them, I sensed there was something he was not revealing to us. In the family are three boys, and Gareth was fulsome when describing two of them, but one of the identical twins, a boy called Aleric, hardly got a mention. To anyone else that may have meant nothing, but to me it meant that that boy was someone he either did not like, or someone he liked more than the others. And I was puzzled until it was almost time for bed.
Father excused himself on the pretence that he was getting old and his bed was calling, and for propriety's sake I said that I was tired too, but I offered to stay with Gareth until he had finished his whisky, and then I would escort him to his room at the back of the house. I thought it would be awkward between us, but it was not. As soon as father had gone, Gareth picked up his whisky and went to stand by the window to look at the mountain. Then, without looking at me, he said, "Yokiko. Snow child. That's what it means, right?"
I got up and went to stand beside him, and together we looked at the mountain. Then I said, "Yes. How do you know what my name means?"
Gareth cast a quick glance and a smile at me. "I looked it up. You're not offended that I did, are you?"
I moved a little closer to him. "No. I'm honoured that you took the time to do it. Do you like my name?"
Gareth looked into my eyes. "Yes. It's a beautiful name. It suits you. You're a beautiful boy."
That's when I decided to test the waters, and given my state of mind, it was one that had to be asked, so, still looking into Gareth's eyes, I posed the question that had been intriguing me. "Aleric. One of the twins. Do you not like him?"
I could see the shock in Gareth's face when I said it, and it took him a moment to recover, and when he did, he smiled at me, and said, "You're not only a beautiful boy, you're a very observant young man. Actually, I do like him. I like him a lot." Then he looked right into me and what he said next was unambiguous. "I like him too much, if you know what I mean."
There. It was out, and I knew that what Gareth was saying was that because of this boy, Aleric, there could never be anything between him and me. Not because he didn't like me, but because he liked the boy Aleric too much. What Gareth had done was an honourable thing. He had chosen to tell me his feelings for Aleric to save my feelings. Had he not told me, I might have tried to take the matter between he and I further. So, although I was hurt that I was not the chosen one, because Gareth had preserved my honour, the least I could do was to be nice to him, so I asked him, "And does Aleric like you too much?"
Gareth turned to me, and with his hand on my shoulder, said, "Yes he does. I'm sorry."
I tried to smile. "What does Aleric's name mean?"
Gareth's grip on my shoulder tightened. "Noble. Regal. Ruler."
"And is he?"
Gareth smiled at me. "He thinks so, but I have to remind him who is boss at times."
Although I was hurting, I was amused at what Gareth said, so I decided to add a bit of spice to our conversation, and I said, "The name Gareth means gentleness, so I hope he appreciates that you are."
That's when the conversation ended, but it did not end without something I will treasure all my life. Gareth put his arm around my shoulder, pulled me to him, and kissed the top of my head. Then he whispered, "Had there been no Aleric, then there might have been a Yokiko. You're a wonderful young man."
I turned my head up to him, looked into his beautiful blue eyes, and then gave him a soft kiss on his lips. "Thank you. Maybe you will introduce me to Aleric one day. I think I would like him a lot." Then I added, "I can speak five languages; my own, Cantonese, English, French, and also German. I'm not perfect with all those that are not my own, but I'm sure I can speak German well enough to have a good chat with Aleric about you."
Gareth smiled at me. "You're a very clever young man. I speak eight... fluently, so I'll tell you what I tell Aleric... I'm the boss." I chuckled at his remark, and then he added, "I'm sure Aleric would like to meet you. After he's got over being jealous that is."
I was puzzled, and I said, "I don't understand."
Gareth smiled at me. "I told him I was having dinner with you. After I'd described how good looking you were, he was not too pleased."
I chuckled. "You're a naughty man. I'll take you to your room."
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I turn from the window and go to my room. Although I'm still hurting because Gareth is not to be my lover, I'm looking forward to the weekend. Father has arranged that after the formal business ceremony is over on Friday, Gareth will be dining with us on the Saturday evening before he flies home on the Sunday, but the surprise now that he's gone back to Germany until Friday is that he will be bringing an extra guest with him when he returns. Apparently, Aleric will be accompanying him. I'm intrigued. How can he find only one of identical twins attractive? It will be fun to find out. I will have time to unravel the mystery when I talk to Aleric. And I should have plenty of time to do that... Father says he's going to arrange for me to spend the day with him while the business meetings are going on. I really hope he doesn't hate me now Gareth has told him that he thinks I'm beautiful. I can make sure he doesn't. I'll do my best to be good friends with Aleric.
To be continued...
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