Chapter 11

Mikayla's POV
Rudolf smiled, seemingly happy to see me excited. “I think we should contact the owner soon so you can rent this place,” he suggested.
As I decided to pay for the apartment, mixed emotions filled my heart. While I was happy to have a new place and be in control of my life again, there was also a burning desire inside me that was hard to ignore.
Without thinking, I pulled Rudolf into the apartment and locked the door. “I want you before you leave, Rudolf,” I said, my voice soft but determined.
He was taken aback for a moment, but his eyes showed that he understood. In an instant, I hugged him, feeling the warmth of his body and his soothing scent. I don’t know where this feeling came from, but right now, I just wanted to get closer to him.
Without hesitation, I kissed Rudolf. The kiss was soft, yet full of deep passion. At that moment, all the tension and fear I had felt seemed to disappear. All that was left was the two of us—in an intimacy and understanding that was beyond words.
This morning was an erotic morning, different from the previous ones. When I held him, the world outside seemed to disappear, and it was like we were the only ones in this moment. Every heartbeat, every touch, and every feeling seemed to blend together into one.
As we parted for a moment, my gaze swept over Rudolf’s face. There was warmth in his eyes, and I sensed that he was not only surprised, but also felt something similar.
“I don’t want to leave, Mikayla,” he said, his voice low and meaningful. “But I also don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.”
“No, you don’t make me feel uncomfortable. Quite the opposite,” I said, trying to be sincere in my thoughts. Something had grown between us, and I felt deeply connected to it. We shared moments again, feeling the current of feelings flowing between us as if flowing into each other’s souls. In these memories and the intimacy we built, I realized that there was a new possibility of finding peace and happiness, not just about a place to live, but also a genuine relationship.
Unfortunately, Rudolf had to leave, and when he said goodbye, my heart felt heavy. “I’ll be back,” he said with a warm smile, but it hurt because I already felt the loss, even though we had only just begun our relationship.
After the door closed behind him, I went back to bed and lay down. My mind was spinning, trying to make myself consider everything that had happened. Did I already like Rudolf? The question raced through my mind, coming from a place of doubt and confusion.
“How could that be?” I sighed, feeling a deep sense of uncertainty. Oh, why had I been so quick to turn to the words love and lust? It was as if I was trying to label my feelings before they were truly defined.
Thinking about the moment with Rudolf, the comfort that filled me made it hard to think straight. He made me feel more alive and brave enough to feel happiness, something I hadn’t felt in a long time. Maybe it was all a new feeling that had arisen after years of being stuck in a painful relationship—and Rudi was the reason for me to rise again.
But, on the other hand, there was a lingering doubt. Was this just a temporary attraction because of the situation I was facing? Or was there a deeper possibility behind my feelings?
Slowly, I leaned back and stared at the ceiling, trying to find clarity in my mind. I just felt comfortable by Rudolf's side, and sometimes, that comfort could be the beginning of something more valuable.
Maybe I need to give myself time. Allowing myself to feel and understand without rushing. My life story won't be over in an instant, and the important thing is to take it slow and find what I really want.
As the evening approached, I began to feel a sense of calm enveloping my heart. Somehow, my attachment to Rudolf might be something precious to me, and as time goes by, I will find the answer.
Rudolf's POV
After meeting Mikayla for the first time at the bar, I was indeed a little surprised. She thought I was a call boy, and even though that wasn't the best way to look at it, I didn't mind. There was something different about her, something that attracted me to her beyond her physical appearance.
She seemed fragile, like someone who had just experienced heartbreak. It turned out that her boyfriend had just left her in a painful affair. Hearing her story made me feel a deep sense of empathy, and I began to understand why she was at the bar—looking for an escape or answers to the confusion in her life.
As we spent the night together, there was an undeniable chemistry between us. There were small moments that made me feel comfortable with her. It was more than just a one-night stand; it was a mutual understanding and shared pain.
But when it was all over, she gave me some money. It was a complicated thing to explain—it may seem like a business transaction, but to me, it was more than just a number. It was a way to help Mikayla, to give her some relief after so much stress.
But, to be honest, I also wanted to distance myself from the deeper life. When this job is intertwined with feelings, it can be a problem. I realized that this inner conflict was always haunting my every move.
Still, interacting with Mikayla made me think. She wasn’t just a client, but someone with a story, struggles and hopes that I could relate to—even if I had to learn more about her, and she seemed to want more than just a one-night stand.
When I think back to that night, I know there was something about Mikayla that made me want to get to know her better. Maybe there was a chance for a genuine relationship, not just a temporary arrangement.