Chance (Part II)

Everything had happened by chance. It was like the story of his life. Everything happened without seeking it or desiring it, it just happened.

That night, all the events he was going to participate in had failed, and he needed to pay his apartment. What they offered him was enough to accept the proposal that the young man, Alex, made to him, apart from the fact that Alex had already helped him before to find work.

Alessio's life was a via crucis of bad luck. He had everything to be something different from what he was.

Son of two scientists who broke up soon after. Neither of them wanted to accept the care of the minor, and he ended up being raised by his maternal grandmother in the Terra Alta region of Catalonia. He felt like an ugly, unwanted child, without attributes or abilities.

Depressed, with acne on his face and without a life project, when he turned 18, he left his grandmother's house and wanted to know the world, without the support of his parents. He began to take care of his body, trying to improve his image, with few resources and only relying on his few friends. Not everything worked out, and he ended up being a model for marginal brands, earning little money and living off others around the world. He ended up living outside of Europe, in this distant country, surviving in fashion events, trying to emerge, but without much luck.

He stayed in this Pacific city, with the hope of making a space for himself among models, influencers, and people in digital creation.

Those who knew him estimated that he had abilities, was developing a good body, showed a pleasant personality, and was not lacking in good ideas, but something was missing, he lacked luck: he either arrived too early or too late, never at the right moment. Things of chance.

That week that was ending had been fatal for Alessio, nothing had worked out: his camera had been stolen, with which he worked, as well as the little money he had saved, and he had to pay his rent, in addition to losing an event that he was counting on to cover his expenses.

The young man, Alex, had generated several jobs for him, had a growing natural food company, and through it, had generated several advertising events where Alessio had participated.

He met with Alex that Friday and found out about the dramas of the poor boy, but he had nothing to offer him, but almost at the end of the conversation, he said:

I don't know if you're interested, but tomorrow night I have a private party, but it's a bit more intense than the events you usually participate in. I thought you could take advantage of your physique and dance for us, with light clothing, to put it one way.

Alessio thought about it for several minutes. He was disturbed by the way Alex was presenting it to him, but he recognized that Alex had helped him before and a lot, to be honest.

The truth, do you want sex?

No, no, we don't wan...