Chapter 55. Late

“You’re not,” Charles mumbled.
He really did think it was a plain dating app.
He had thought the meet-ups were just for each party to know who they were texting with.

“The door’s right there, Charles.”
Mario nodded toward the door and picked up the glass of white wine he had left off when he heard Charles unlocking the hotel room door from outside earlier.

“You’re not wrong, but... there’s a first time for everything... I suppose...”
Charles said and wet his lower lip with his tongue, waiting for Mario to come back to him and just kiss him again—anywhere.

But he didn’t.

“Come here,” Mario ordered and rested his back against the sofa, spreading his legs.

Charles took off his suit jacket and left it on the floor, then he took calculated steps toward the man.