Never have I Ever

Chapter 41

Third person POV

Paul insisted on helping the girl. That's the least he can do after ruining her virginity.

Wet towels and hot tea is presented.
" I'll go get breakfast. ", connie nodded.

Paul came out of the room. He didn't lock the room because there weren't many people on the floor.

And if there were, there's no way anyone wants to break in.
( John makes sure of it yesterday )

He was nervous.  Paul felt an invisible force weighing him down.

It wasn't the fact that he's here in 1965 that caused him to be alarmed. It also wasn't the fact that he might be stuck here forever. But pure, utterly feeling of guilt.

He wasn't thinking straight when he let john fucked him.

It's not the first time they have sex.
They did it multiple times before.

Dry humping. Grinding their cocks together. Or just wanking each other off.

" friends with benefit "

No strings attached.
( although at the end one of them are attached to the other )

Paul straighten his back when the lift opened at
The fourth floor where breakfast took place.

At first, he didn't care about the girl. Why should he feel sorry for the person who put him in this situation in the first place? However, after he saw Connie crying his 'empathy' screamed at him.

There he spotted one of the hotel employees greet the hotel guests.

" Hello may I know your room number ? ", the employee asked without seeing him.

" 204 ", Paul said and soon all eyes are on him.

" Eee.. I'm sorry what was that? ", the employee asked once more.

" 204 ", john said from behind.

The employee shuddered.

" o..okay... I'll just write it here ", she wrote the number on the list.

" come on ", john cooed.

Paul grinned.
Because this hotel is luxurious, only wealthy guests can stay. and they were all too attached to their image to ask for autographs.

" oh hello paul ", Cynthia smiled at them before she continued to feed Julian a plate of baby porridge they've brought.

" where's the beautiful lady? Did you bed her yet? ", john nudge paul's side right after they sat.

Hearing that Cynthia stomped john's foot under the table.

" Actually I was just about to bring her breakfast. "

Both john and Cynthia looked at him.

" what? "

" so you bedded her already. ", Cynthia muttered.

Paul's cheeks are decorated with a blush.

" N..no I didn't she can't- "

" you can just call the room service. ", john answered  matter of factly.

Paul slapped himself internally.

" but it's your call ", john shrugged.
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( 40 minutes later )

" here you go nice and comfortable ", Paul said handing connie a tray of breakfast. It was such a hassle asking the waiter to bring him a plate, cutlery, and a tray.

" thank you ", connie said.
She didn't waste any time before digging into the plate of bacon and eggs.

Sunnyside up. She preferred scrambled eggs but it's good enough.

" Can you walk? ", Paul asked.

' Why do people always ask questions right after you take a bite ' connie thought. She swallowed before answering.

" yeah.. I think.. "

" good. Because we're going to the studio tomorrow "

Connie gushed food from her mouth.