I am His

Part Four

*2 hours later*

The conversation just flowed. It was so easy to talk to him. He was like an old friend that you haven't seen in a long time. We've had a lot of laughs. I didn't mention his past relationship because I felt it was a little too sensitive.

The topic of theatre was one of the main things we discussed. He told me what it was like playing such and iconic character.

Another was how he ended up on this website. He said he joined it a year after his marriage broke down. He said he was wanting to find someone who was young and outgoing. Everyone who he had talked too before either didn't want that sort of relationship or didn't want anything to do with him. He didn't want to be on there for the exchange of sex for money. He wanted to meet someone with similar interests. Dating websites are off the table for a celeb.

I honestly didn't know what to believe about his intentions on the website. I told him that it was because of a drunken night I ended up on there. He probably thought the same about me.

"Did you think I was a catfish then?" He added.

"Of cause I did! How could I not. You can't trust anyone now a days on the internet." I add.

"I know the feeling. I don't have any social accounts. Those things get hacked into every day for god sake." He pushes his hair from out of his face and his face changes. "So, I'm just going to throw this out there. Would you like to go on a date sometime?" His cheeks began to turn red and he looked down nervously.

"I would love too. But where would we go? Surely people recognise you wherever you go?" I started to feel awkward just as the words left my mouth. What am I doing!

"There are a few places I know where we can go where I won't get recognised. And if I do then fuck it."

He seemed so confident with himself. I started to feel as if this was becoming a normal relationship. But most people don't see relationships with a large age gap normal do they.

"Can I ask you something? And you don't have to answer if you don't want too." He begins to look serious again. But in a 'I care about you' kinda way.

"Yes?" I reply almost chocking on my words.

"How would you feel about this being becoming a regular thing? You know talking and doing stuff together" And there it was.

I hadn't really thought about what this could mean for me. I don't really have any form of social life other than university and even then, that's very little.

"What do you mean by 'doing stuff'?" I stutter

"I mean going on dates. Seeing each other. And also... maybe something more than that?"

I froze. He wants to have sex with me! With me? Martin Watson wants to have sex with me. Damn.

"So, what you mean my something more is sex?" I smirk trying to seem confident.

"If that is okay with you? Yeah."

Well fuck. Now I was gobsmacked. But curious and aroused at the same time.

"We would obviously have to discuss what you feel comfortable with and not. And I am also willing to help you financially if you did need that. I know students need as much help they can get while studying."

"Well what do you mean by what I am comfortable with? Like in sex or?"

My sex life is considered dull at least. I have only had sex with one other person. What would I need to be comfortable with? His colours were starting to show. He did want someone to be with. He also wanted them to be financially stable. Isn't that basically a sugar daddy? He did want the relationship though. It wasn't just about the sex.

"I mean in sex, yeah. For example, how do you feel about rough sex?"

My first thought was that I have never really had rough sex. How do I know? The roughest thing about my sex life is me accidentally falling off the bed.

"Okay don't laugh... But I have never really had rough sex." My face burns up and my hand starts to become all sweaty.

"So, your saying that all the sex that you have had has been boring?" He looks so serious. I almost began laughing. But he looked too stern to tell if this was out of humour or pitty.

"Erm yeah I guess so. My sex life is pretty vanilla to say the least. I've only slept with one person so..."

His face began to lighten as he smiles at me. He doesn't look like the type of man to want to have rough sex. But yet again who does? Everyone looks normal now-a-days.

"You got any plans for the rest of tonight?" He days while still smiling at me.

"Only talking to you. Why do you ask?"

"How would you feel about getting into a taxi and coming over? Have you eaten?"

"No, I haven't. I had a nap before I called you."

"Call a cab and we can order something in?" His eyes sparkled.

"Okay. Text me the address and I'll be over in 15?"

*call ended*

So, I am now officially mad. In what persons mind thinks that it is okay to go and meet someone you have known for less than a day. Clearly me.