MR. BAD GUY (ENGLISH VERSION)

BICYCLE RACE

Tarek agreed to give in the same way Enzo had conceded a lot of ground. It was really their dynamic all through their troublesome and passionate relationship. Giving up from both sides.

Tarek's life all through the week was regular and dull like a border school's student schedule. He went out Marygold Alley at 7:15 a.m. with Carl who left him at the very door of the barber shop. At lunch time instead of cooking something in his flat as he used to, he ate what Svetlana had cooked for him, inside the barber shop. So he didn't go out the job place. Once finished his day job he called Carl to pick him up and returned to Marygold Alley.

Tarek was a good and dutiful boy and stuck to the script. Enzo called every night to speak with the cats by Skype and with him.

- Are you sleeping in Desmond's room?

- Yes. I tidied up the jungle and I'm staying there.

- He's coming around one of these days and he will fume. You know that, don't you?

- I don't mind. We're sleeping together and I'm having to stand his annoying chatting and his stinky feet.

- How are you, my dear? Is everything fine?

- Just fine.

- You don't seem thrilled.

- Because I'm not thrilled. I'm feeling like a prisoner.

- You have to. Don't be whingeing. You are with beautiful people who loves you and all our cats. What else do you want from life?

- A little bit of freedom and independence?

- Oh, here we go again with that word... -he moved restlessly.

- You are the less independent person I've ever met and you can't understand me. I'm feeling weird, like a child when his father drive him to school.

- A wild and whingeing child -he spurted out with his most charming smile.

- Are you kidding? I haven't moved a comma from your script. I'm doing what you've told me.

- As it should be. I'm still thinking Carl should be watching all day while you're working.

- And I'm still thinking you're losing your marbles.

- Do you know for sure that guy don't spy on you from the street? Carl could make sure of that.

- And what would he do? Messing with him just for being in a public place looking at the window of a barber shop?

- I don't want you are in danger. I don't want to lose you.

- I think there's no risk. That guy will surely forget me. We only had been a month together. Honestly, I think there's no need so much foresight anymore.

- Tarek, wait till I'm coming back at least. And we can talk about it.

Tarek stared at him with his heart inflamed with love for him and that sentence "and we can talk about it". Enzo couldn't imagine how sexy he sounded and how horny Tarek got with that civilized tone.

- But while I'm not coming back stick to the plan, I'm begging you.

- A whole week had passed already. When will you come back? The deal was a week.

- I'm coming back in three days. Wait for me.

- You fool. I have no other alternative.

- That's right. You are trapped in my cage.

- And you love that, don't you, depraved?

One afternoon of full shift when he went out of work at 4 p.m. he decided to change the plan. It was a beautiful day and he was aching for a bike ride around Epping Forest. For someone like him, used to ride his bike every day and doing some sport, it was hard not falling into the temptation and with such a beautiful spring day like that.