He had sent the legal notice because he could not stand being in the same place as the person who was once his best friend, but now nothing more than a stranger. Suddenly the wide 7-star hotel luxury room felt suffocating as Tristan felt a heavy weight in the pit of his stomach when he realized that everything that was between him and Roth was now over. He picked his coat and left the hotel room. He had lost not only the love of his life, but also his best friend, his roommate, his work wife and everything. He had lost the most important person in his life. x - x - xEleanor dialed Tristan’s number the moment Roth stepped out of her room. She now regretted letting Tristan listen to Roth knowing Roth would not speak anything good about him. Tristan did not pick up her phone, and she understood why. He must have been hurt. She could only imagine what it would feel like for the person you love the most in the world to hate you. After her third failed call, she decided to give up. She

She held him near the door for a while before letting him go except his hands and looked into eyes, “Sex and drinking does not solve problems, Roth. It only worsens them. You have to let yourself feel the pain instead of trying to numb it. It’s okay to be hurt right now, it’s okay to cry and take some days off from everything, it’s okay to come to me at 3 A.M. if you want to vent,” Then her gentle voice turned to a growl, “But, it’s not okay to drink and then come to me for whatever reasons, you get me?”Roth sulked with the same puppy dog eyes, his expression a bit more serious now, “Fine.”She let go of his hands, “And if you do that again, I will not stay here anymore, okay?” He nodded, looking at his feet, his expression much sober now. She looked at him for a while before gently shoving him outside the door, “Good night, Roth.”She stepped a little backward to let the door close in his face, before pushing a button to lock the door and walking towards the bed to pick up the card

Tristan looked at his hands and shook his head, “I don’t know. When I walked out of that mansion, he was not the same person I had fallen in love with, but forgetting Roth would not be easy. I have spent a good part of my life loving him.” Oliver sat silently for a while before softly saying, “Then don’t,” He explained as Tristan looked up at him in confusion, “Don’t try to forget him. Just build new memories on top of the ones with him.” Tristan’s gaze fell back onto his hands as he lightly nodded. Oliver asked after a while, “You want to grab a coffee someday?” Tristan met Oliver’s hopeful gaze again, sensing that Oliver must have been building that question for a while. He smiled broadly and nodded, “I would like that.”He couldn’t tell if it was just him or Oliver had just heaved out a sigh of relief as his whole face lit up and he leaned forward to fill himself another glass of wine, or at least that’s what Tristan thought. His assumptions were proven wrong when Oliver held t

Tristan listened to the radio show with his eyes widened, earlier Roth had been throwing shade on him and now he seemed proper invested in gay sex - this was something beyond Tristan’s comprehension. Roth’s voice uttering all the things Tristan wished to do with him was having a strange impact on Tristan, “Spread those cheeks wide before devouring his hole, and by wide, I mean WIDE. None of this baby spread nonsense. You want to get up IN there. Pull his cheeks apart as far as they go before feasting on that cake.” Tristan swallowed saliva as Roth continued to go on about the subject. Tristan realized with his breaths getting heavy that Roth still had the kind of influence on him that just his voice could turn him on. “This one goes for both gay and straight couples: change up locations! Are you a pro or are you a pro? Pros don't have sex in the bedroom every single time. They take their lovemaking sessions to the living room, laundry room, outdoors, and even sex clubs.”Tristan’s b

Roth returned home after having dropped Eleanor to her house after the radio show. The mansion felt especially empty without neither her nor Tristan in there. He took a deep breath as he sipped on the orange juice in the kitchen. He would have to get used to living like that. As he sat on the stool next to the kitchen island, he pondered over what Eleanor had said to him earlier in the studio and a somber smile spreaded out on his face. He had laughed in her face then when she had suggested that, and she got embarrassed and they had changed the topic entirely. Roth was not the most self-aware person on the planet, but if he knew the first thing about himself, it was that he was not a long-term relationship person. He assumed the reason sex wasn’t as appealing to him as earlier was because he needed to spice up his game. His eyes twinkled with an idea as he picked up his phone to call Ivanka again. x - x - xOliver’s penthouse looked especially exquisite in the dim yellow lights tha