The Casanova Prince

Chapter 1: Meeting him for the first time: The casanova prince

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A few days ago my roommate decided to change rooms since he finds the room too small for him. My new roommate is Nicolai Ian Frost, a second year architecture student.

There are no small number of rumours about him flying around. Like how his mother was a high-society prostitute, or how his biological father committed suicide with a young man not 20 years of age. And how he's called, 'casanova' and sells his body for money.

They say that selling his body is how he pays for his studies and lodging. But rumours has it that he actually inherited a huge amount of money when his father died, so no one really knows the reason why he does what he does.

Maybe it was because this person I was about to speak to for the first time was someone who sells his body for money (and to men, to boot!), but without so much as a greeting I asked, "Are you gay?" I am well aware it is hardly an appropriate question for our first meeting. I can see that he was surprised with it but soon put a smile on his face and answered, "Only when necessary". I was taken aback with his answer.

I didn't notice my face getting red and for what reason, might be either because of embarrassment with my question or it was something else. The moment I realized what was happening I immediately got into my senses, "Oh! Sorry about that, I haven't even introduced myself, have I?" and reached my hand for a handshake.

"I am Keith Markie Gonzales. Everyone calls me Markie", I said.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Nicolai Ian Frost, as you already know, but you can call me Ian. Given that you've heard the rumours, this should be quick conversation. I'd like you to lend me use of the room for 3 hours or so, two or three days a week. If you could please find somewhere else to kill time during that period then.."

I cut him off with a question "So what will you do here then?" I saw a bit of hesitation in his eyes to answer the question but answered it anyway. "I'm going to sleep with men who buy me, HERE."

I didn't even hide my dismayed face but what's with me? In situations like this, normally, people would be furious specially when having their rooms to be some kind of a motel but to my surprise I actually feel disappointed.

"No way I'm gonna allow strangers to have sex in MY room" I said. At that moment I was supposed to be angry and lead him outside the room for even thinking of such things but I can't seem to do so.

"It's alright, you don't need to worry since we won't be using your bed, and I'll be sure to air out the room too. I swear I'll work hard to make sure you aren't inconvenienced" he said.

" You're already making it uncomfortable for me by asking to loan you the room in the first place, you know?" I know now the reason why I was disappointed since the beginning of our conversation, it is because he speaks of these vulgar things with such a friendly face. I can't imagine such an angelic face doing those kind of stuff, and to my room above else.

"I'll be sure to pay you for the use of the room. Nine for me, one for you." he said without even blinking. I felt irritated with how he's been acting and more so to myself since I have allowed him to have his way until now.

"As if I could accept that money!" I don't know if I'm going crazy but something inside me tells to agree with his demands.

" Come now, if it bothers you so much you can just donate the money to a charity or if you're really so opposed to it, then maybe I should find somewhere else after all." What is this I am feeling? What the heck? Now he's making me out to be the bad guy, I thought. I can't get my eyes off him since he was looking so down. Why does he look so handsome even if he's frowning? God is so unfair.

Without even thinking I said, "Guess there's no helping it! I'll give you two weeks to see if we can make it work." Oh shit! What am I saying? Did I just agree with his demands? Why didn't I refused him? So I won't look bad at this point getting my word back I said, "Just for the time being."

His eyes lightened and said, "Really? You mean it? Thank goodness!" I haven't thought about the complications of the decision I had allowing him to stay. The only thing that occupies my mind at that time is his smile and the warmth he's giving.

I can't really explain and it doesn't make sense, I know. Maybe I'm just going crazy because of his sweet addictive scent that makes me lose my mind.