Chapter VI

The weeks went by, and I remained static, living by inertia. The last week of rent arrived sooner than I had wanted. The landlord didn't take long to remind me that we hadn't paid, and I told him I was leaving the apartment. The bastard told me he wouldn't return my deposit because I hadn't given two months' notice, and he gave me that week to vacate the apartment.

I hadn't looked for any alternative during that time. I had become paralyzed and didn't know why. On Friday, after getting incredibly drunk, I gave a crumpled paper to the taxi driver. I found myself in the North of Madrid, in a modern building with a glass entrance. The doorman looked at me with suspicion as he tried to read what was on the paper. Finally, he came out to help me. Ricardo had to tell him that he knew me, that he should accompany me to the elevator. I was surprised when the elevator doors opened, and I found myself already inside the apartment. The bastard lived in a penthouse that occupied the entire floor in one of the most expensive areas of Madrid. I could see the high office buildings through the large windows of the huge terrace in front of me. Ricardo appeared naked, with his cock rock-hard. It was Friday, after all.

I'm sorry, Ricardo, I didn't mean to bother you. But... - I stuttered, distilling alcohol. I didn't know what to say, and I almost started crying.

Shh, calm down. You're not bothering me. You just catch me a bit busy, that's all. - He laughed, giving a slap to his cock that didn't lose its hardness. - Come on, I'll take you to bed, you're very drunk.

He took me to a room and helped me undress. I fell asleep with my cock in my hand while listening to his hookup moaning like a madwoman.

I woke up covered with a white sheet. The light entered through the window of a small terrace. My clothes weren't there, so I had to get out naked. The light that entered through the terrace blinded me, and it took me a while to see Ricardo working on the terrace under a sun umbrella. I didn't remember very well what had happened, I knew that before leaving home, I had rummaged through the trash can for the paper with his address, but I had decided not to come. It seemed that drunk, I had changed my mind. I felt ridiculous, naked in the house of the guy I should hate.

Good morning, Hugo. Bring me a coffee. - Ricardo's smile was no longer rare or forced. He looked happy.

Ricardo didn't offer me clothes all morning, nor did I discover where mine were. Eventually, I got used to walking around naked. I put cream on him, and I brought him a couple of coffees. The terrace had a small pool that would be the envy of anyone. I was tempted to take a bath, but I didn't dare. I could see that the plants from my terrace were among many others, distributed in different areas. After seeing that apartment, I still didn't understand why he had spent so much time in my house.

Ricardo entered the apartment, soaked. He...