Chapter 17

I was stunned, and even happy, hoping to become Gerry's lover one day. But I hastily buried my dreams deeply, considering my condition, which was not like other people in general.

"A couple of lovers, you say?" I asked in shock.

"That's right, you and Mr. Gerry are very, very compatible. And in fact, we've judged from our observations that Mr. Gerry actually has an interest in you, in other words, it's not just a friend's interest."

I paused for a moment and then replied. "But that could just be your judgment. How could he like me if we are men? What I'm saying is that this relationship of ours is only limited as a beneficial agreement in each other's goals."

When they heard my explanation, their expressions changed quickly. First they looked enthusiastic and happy, then they looked confused and even moved their faces forward when they heard my explanation.

"Agreement? So you don't really want to be lovers after this?" asked Johan.

The other servants seemed disappointed to hear this as well, as if they had been given false hope by me and I had disappointed them with my lie. But who lied? Gerry and I never said to anyone that we made this arrangement with the intention of becoming lovers in real life. I don't know who is spreading strange rumors in this mansion.

"Yes, just think about it with your logic. If we really wanted to become lovers, why would we make such an agreement? And why should we go through such a complicated process when you can just become lovers? Have you been watching too many telenovelas?" I asked with my arms crossed over my chest.

"We think you and Mr. Gerry did it on purpose because you were afraid that if you got into a relationship first, you wouldn't be able to concentrate on your current goals. Yeah, it doesn't sound right or plausible, but that's what we think. But honestly, we're very much in favor of you two becoming a couple. You two are very compatible."

The blood in my body rushed, I could even feel it flowing to my body parts through the warmth. For some reason, when I heard that, I felt so happy, and it felt like butterflies were flying around in my stomach.

"Don't make things up, we won't be able to get to that stage. Because we don't want to," I said evasively.

I had to hurry to end this conversation before I made the same expression I had made in front of Gerry.

My mouth was good at lying, but not my face and not my expression.

"You better get back to your work, Gerry might come back here and if he sees you're still here chatting with me, he might change his mind and punish you instead," I scared them.

The servants, hearing this, immediately ran out of my room, but Johan, in his serious and elegant style, slowly came out and closed my door before leaving my room.

"Mr. Zharies, I understand your feelings. As a fellow submissive, I can understand that you are embarrassed to admit your relationship with Mr. Gerry in front of him. That's okay, I can also be your emotional mentor in gay relationships. Call me anytime if you need my help," Johan said before closing the door to my room.

I was just stunned, I thought Johan was a straight man. Judging by his gestures, the way he communicated and the way he went about his daily routine, it didn't look like he was gay. Maybe that's how people who don't know me feel when they see me out there?

I picked up the cell phone that was in my pocket, a state-of-the-art cell phone that Gerry had deliberately bought for me so that I could always be on time to answer his calls and not be hampered by the features of my old and shabby cell phone.

Maybe I should be grateful for the facilities he had given me, but they were always accompanied by insults that came out of his mouth every time he gave me these things.

I knew he didn't have a problem with buying things with his money, but because of the man's temperament to always speak sharp words and not care about other people's feelings, he spat out insults as if they were greetings, even though he probably didn't mean them in his heart.

Who knows?

In my new cell phone, Gerry also gave me a new SIM card so that I couldn't be traced by other people out there through my old cell phone number. Everything had been set up by him in a way that he thought it was safe, although at first I felt a bit insecure about it, but when you think about it, it's good.

After all, I didn't have any important numbers on the old SIM card, and the people I knew so far weren't very nice either. They didn't care about me, and I only had their numbers because I knew them.

"Hm, being rich is fun," I monologued.

I played my handphone and games for a while, even though I was given the convenience of facilities, but there were also many restrictions Gerry gave me, one of which was that I was not allowed to have social media, it was because he didn't want me to be tracked by people trying to find information about me.

Even though it could have been easily arranged if I didn't use my real information and just put pseudonym information on the account. And yes, I did that, hehe. It's a shame to have stuff like that but not use it to its full potential.

"Hm, I haven't checked my Whatsupp yet, though I'm sure no one has messaged me through it either. Who knows my number now?"

It's like I'm denying my own words, because when I opened my Whatsupp application, I suddenly saw a notification of an incoming chat from a number I didn't recognize.

I'm pretty sure I didn't share my contact information with anyone, so how could anyone know my Whatsupp number?

"Hey Zharies, long time no chat with you. I miss you so much, how are you?"