Gold Dust

chapter three: antonio's lifestyle

Things started to get strange, after I overheard that conversation between Antonio and his employee. More strange men were coming in and out of his house, and Antonio was gone more often. When I questioned him about it, he claimed that they were business partners. Partners? The men didn’t dress like any business men that I had ever seen. Some of them even looked like they were carrying guns. Antonio was definitely into something illegal by the looks of it. Maybe he was trying to protect me and that’s why he didn’t tell me the exact logistics of it, but I needed to know.

Whether he’s some sort of international criminal or robber, assassin, hitman or part of the mafia? I needed to know. My life could be at stake.

So, I did what any man would do, I confronted him about it. I confronted him about it, as soon as he had armed men walking around the place, claiming them as a security system. I knew something was up.

“Antonio,” I called out, walking down the long hallway towards the bathroom. I had heard running water earlier, so he must be taking a bath. I moved towards the bathroom door, only to be stopped, by an overly large gentleman.

“Excuse me,” I said casually. “Can I see Antonio?”

“Of course, Robert,” the gentleman responded, opening the door, and letting me in. The door shut behind me, as I glanced up at Antonio sitting in the bathtub. A grin swept across his face, as he gave me a playful wink.

“Come to join me?” he asked.

“No, I actually wanted to talk to you about something,” I said casually. 

“Take your clothes off,” Antonio replied. “We can talk in the tub.”

“Antonio, I’d rather say this dry,” I replied. “Because I know you’ll just charm your way out of it, if I get in that tub.”

“Robert,” Antonio grinned standing up in the tub. “Don’t make me come and bring you into the tub.”

My eyes scoured that wet body of his. I chewed on my lower lip, debating if I should get into the tub with him. He would just keep pestering me until I got in. I conceded, pulling my clothes off. Maybe he’d be more willing to talk.

Antonio sat back into the tub, his eyes flickering across me hungrily, as I pulled my underwear off. I slid into the tub beside him, awkwardly.

“Glad you could join,” Antonio said pressing his lips against the softest part of my neck.

“Antonio – I thought you said we could talk,” I said trying to resist him.  

“Mhmm, yeah,” he nodded in between kisses. “Go ahead.”

“I wanted to um – talk to you about your – you know – um, business,” I said casually. But Antonio didn’t respond, he just kept on licking and sucking on my neck, his hand trailing dangerously close to my groin. I grabbed his hand, sliding it off of me.

“Antonio, are you listening?” I asked pulling him off of me.

“Yes,” he replied innocently. “Of course I am.”

I rolled my eyes. He wasn’t listening. He hadn’t heard a word I had said. He was too concerned with trying to get inside of me. I hated when people didn’t listen to me. So, I snapped.

“Antonio, are you a criminal?” I blurted out angrily. Antonio pulled away from me quickly, his eyes flickering onto mine. I think I had caught his attention. It was silent for a moment between us. And for a second, I thought maybe I had screwed everything up. That is until he started laughing. My face burned red in embarrassment as his laughter echoed throughout the bathroom.