Page 21 of Endlessly Raphael
EIGHT
Haven
Waking up in this soft, luxurious bed feels like a dream, but as I stretch and soreness registers across my body, I know I’m awake. I grin as I stir in the blankets. Raphael did exactly as asked.
I open my eyes to an empty room, but at some point, he got up and cleaned me off. As much as I enjoy being covered in cum, it’s no fun when it dries, so I’m grateful. He’s a thoughtful guy.
Managing to pull myself up and crawl out of bed, I find the bathroom and take care of my morning needs. There’s even a brand-new toothbrush waiting on the counter for me. I look over my shoulder with narrowed eyes. Maybe Raphael was lying about not having a lot of men here. Why else would he just have a spare toothbrush?
Eh. Who am I to even question it? He’s doing me a massive favor.
After tending to my morning needs, I venture out of the bedroom and down the hall. His apartment isn’t anywhere near as modern as the exterior would suggest. Instead, it feels like I stepped into some lavish palace from the past. Honestly, it looks like the stuff I saw in Paris when we went on a family trip there years ago. Okay, the guy likes antiques.
I gasp as he appears right in front of me without making a sound.
He smiles. “Sorry to startle you. Would you like coffee or tea? Food?”
“I’d love some coffee please. I won’t eat for a few hours, but don’t let me stop you.”
Raphael gets an interesting look on his face before he turns around and heads back to the kitchen. I follow him, filled with curiosity about the man. The kitchen is nice—sparse and clean, like he doesn’t use it much. I lean on the island and watch him pour a mug of steaming coffee for me.
“Cream or sugar?”
“Both, please.”
“I’m glad I got some from Bowie. I don’t drink it.”
“But you have a machine?”
He nods, taking a small cup of creamer from the fridge. “I told the designer to outfit it as she saw fit.”
I stir the drink after he hands it to me. “You like antiques, I guess?”
“I do. I grew up in a similar environment.”
“Cool.” I take a sip and smile as the hot liquid nearly scorches my throat. Perfect. “So, out of curiosity, you said you didn’t bring men here, but you had an extra toothbrush for me.” Ooh, did that sound catty? I think it might’ve.
“I found it in the guest bathroom. Is it acceptable for you?”
Feeling a little sheepish, I nod. “Yeah. So, um, when do you think we can do it? The marriage and stuff?”
“I’m available most of the time. I’ll let you decide.” He lifts a glass of liquid to his lips, and as he drinks, I notice how thick and red it is.
“You’re drinking wine in the morning?”
“It’s not wine. It’s a… special drink.”
“Can I taste it?”
“No.” He almost pulls back in horror. “You wouldn’t like it.”
“How do you know?”
“I just do.” He slams it back and hurries to rinse the glass in the sink. “I have unusual dietary needs. It’s like a…”
“Like a supplement?”
“Yes.” Raphael smiles. “A supplement.”