Chapter VII

Marcos got dressed reluctantly and came with me to the floor to collect my things. We went by metro. Marcos was a guy who tried to go unnoticed, but it was impossible for him. He was dressed all in black, with a hoodie, pants, and black shoes without any visible logo. A simple gesture of his blond hair to remove it from his eyes caught the attention of the young and not-so-young girls in the car. It seemed not to matter to him. We didn't talk during the trip. We didn't know each other beyond our names and the intimacy we had from worshiping Ricardo. I didn't understand how that guy accepted that role. On the other hand, I had it clearer every time that my life had been just a facade. I wasn't a man, and no matter how much they say that size isn't everything, of course, it matters. And not just size, the ability to make a woman enjoy herself in my case had always been null. Girls fell in love with the bad boy, handsome and strong, but in bed, my relationships had always been short and centered on my scarce pleasure. I came quickly, with pathetic orgasms. I had never worried about giving pleasure to my partners in any way other than a quick fuck. I didn't like eating pussy, I noticed how girls tried to get me to do it constantly, since it was their only way to enjoy themselves with me without faking it. I found out soon and started avoiding it. I still remember the arguments with Miriam when I found some sex toys hidden in her drawers. Had Marcos gone through the same thing? I don't think so. The bastard had a good dick.

Marcos gave me a hit to take me out of my thoughts, and I followed him. In the attic, he went straight to my room.

• Just one suitcase. – He said when I started taking things out of the closet.

• I already know. – I said without having it clear how I was going to choose what to take.

My doubts cleared up when Marcos started looking at my clothes with contempt and throwing them on the floor. I decided that would be an easy way to do it. Marcos knew better how to please Ricardo. He threw ninety percent of my clothes on the floor, only leaving a few garments and with many doubts. He took a picture of the pile of clothes on the floor and sent it to Ricardo.

• He likes to be aware of everything. – He said in front of my surprised face.

• What does Ricardo do? – I asked curiously.

• He's the CEO of a logistics company. – He said without giving it importance.

• How long have you been his assistant? – I asked curiously, while throwing my socks and underwear into the pile of clothes.

• Twenty-four hours, for a year and a half.

• Does he pay you?

• I have everything I need.

• Where do you live?

• I live in the apartment below. He was annoyed that I was always doing things. – I freaked out when I found out he had two apartments in that building.

• And does he make you wear the cage...