OPPOSITE POLES (BL)

CHAPTER 2

Once my date of joining was confirmed, David told me to keep our relationship a secret so we could be more professional, which was ok with me.

I started going to work; he never accompanied me once, even though our work timings were the same, and neither spoke within the workplace; he was very casual with everyone except me. I mean, who would find out if we acted friendly? He spent so much time with manager 'Simon Wilson', who was very hot, sexy as hell, and handsome; he was totally a good package, and my biggest threat, David spending more time with him, was not sitting well with me.

Daily they went to lunch together, but not even once did he accompany me; he was treating me as air. I was not getting why; I could understand his reasons within the workplace, but after leaving, the company did not bother to accompany me, and added to this, these days he was coming home late as usual, accompanied by the manager.

All these incidents made me think that something was cooking between them. I had asked David so many times regarding the same, and his answer would always be that it was work-related. My next question would be, Are you the only one working in our company? Why do you only have to accompany him? His reply was, I am good at what I am doing. Eventually, I stopped questioning him because he had well-prepared answers. I was wasting my time if I did feel uneasiness in my heart. I never lost trust in him, and I still trust him today.

I do not have any friends or family. In the first place, if David had not approached me, this relationship would never have happened. I am so dependent on him physically and emotionally, and I do not want to ruin this relationship no matter what. I should stop doubting him if it is work-related; it is nothing else. I had so indulged in completing my education, working, and building a career that I forgot the basic things required in anyone's life and ended up having only him beside me. I do not want to lose him, no matter what.

To cool the air between us, I had prepared all of David's favorite dishes and was waiting for his arrival. When David came home, it was 9.30 p.m., and he was tipsy. This was turning into a regular thing. Once again, I ignored everything and told him to get fresh up so that we could have dinner together, but he did not bother to look my way. He passed me, replying that he was 'full' right away, and went to bed. He did not bother to see what I had cooked; his response hurt like hell. An unknown ache and anxiety were making me think something was not right.

David knows everything about me; I don't think he will think of cheating me. Yes, no matter how many times I tried to convince myself, fear was creating its own space. On the other hand, David was not at all helping; by thinking these things, my appetite was long gone.

By the time I entered our room, David had slept deeply. I covered him with the blanket, and I took him on my arm and grasped him tightly so he could not escape. Can we make a person stay by holding them tightly? Is my effort enough? What else needs to be done? Can a relationship survive if the efforts are only from one end? Am I only needy in this relationship? What about him? Can he survive without me? I came back to reality when a teardrop fell on my cheek, making me realize that there was no one to wipe those.