Chapter 16

Aart tapped his leg anxiously against the plush carpet beneath his feet as he haphazardly dried his wet hair.

He wanted to go after Ziad, perhaps questioning why he decided that they no longer needed to sleep together.

Aart brooded for a long time, had he been discovered? Had Ziad caught him spying on him while he masturbated?

Well, he didn't think so, otherwise, he wouldn't act like nothing had happened. Unless he was pretending…

Annoyed, Aart threw the towel aside and stood up. He was wearing cool clothes, clearly ready for bed, but he didn't feel the slightest bit of sleep.

Taking a few restless turns around the room, he made a decision. He would confront Ziad, and not refuse until he had a clear answer.

Taking his notepad and pen, Aart left the room and headed towards where Ziad was sleeping.

Standing at the door, he hesitated for a few seconds before knocking gently. Once, twice, three…ten times, and no response.

Was Ziad s