During the year my social anxiety was at its worst, I decided to keep a rugged construction worker. Every time I asked him to stay the night, I was a nervous wreck. "E-excuse me, are you free tonight to... do that?" He leaned down and took a bite of my burning red cheek. "That? That'll cost extra." "N-no problem." I nodded eagerly. Until I unexpectedly went bankrupt and decided to let him go with a heavy heart. The rugged man, smoking his post-coital cigarette, listened to me, then casually handed me a Centurion Black Card. "Take it. Keep paying for me." "Who said you could let me go?" 1 I had been watching the handsome, rugged guy on the construction site across from my coffee shop for a long time. He arrived a week ago. His name was Arthur. The older workers seemed to think he was young and kept bullying him. They always ignored him, didn't give him work to earn money, and marginalized him in every way. Arthur didn't look too happy every day. I held back and held back, but finally couldn't anymore. On his eighth day at the site, I summoned my courage and walked out of my coffee shop. Braving the roar of machines, the flying dust, and the curious stares of other workers, I walked up to Arthur, who was leaning in a corner, lost in thought. The man was tall, his profile sharply defined, exuding testosterone. My face was flushed, and I hesitated to speak. The man snapped out of it, paused for a moment when he saw me, and then grumbled: "Hey, coming onto a construction site without a hard hat, do you have a death wish?" He had a cigarette dangling from his mouth, making his voice a bit muffled. Then, he took the hard hat off his own head and plopped it onto mine. I nervously adjusted the hard hat. "Hello, I-I have something to ask you." "Me?" I nodded. Under the man's indifferent gaze, I carefully said: "C-can I keep you as my sugar baby?" Arthur paused. "What did you say?" I was so nervous I kept swallowing, my eyes darting around, completely unable to meet his gaze. "I-I want to keep you." "Um, my name is Chloe. I-I opened the coffee shop right across from the site. I'm not a bad person." "Don't worry, I'll treat you well. I absolutely won't insult you." "And I'll give you money every month. Three thousand dollars. That way you won't have to suffer at the construction site, and you won't be bullied by the older workers." "Is that okay?" ....... Arthur didn't say a word; he just slowly exhaled a puff of smoke. Through the swirling smoke, I acutely sensed him looking me up and down. His gaze swept frankly over my face, my neck... Just when I thought I was going to be rejected, he raised an eyebrow. "Sure." 2 When the coffee shop closed for the night, Arthur also finished his shift. He stood behind me, watching me lock the door, and then followed me to a nearby hotel. I have social anxiety. Severe social anxiety. For a moment, I didn't know what to say to this towering "kept man," so I just kept my head down and walked. The more I walked, the more awkward I felt. The more awkward I felt, the less I knew how to walk. It was a vicious cycle of clumsy movements. Arthur didn't seem to notice my awkward gait. As we passed a convenience store, he suddenly asked lazily: "Don't we need to buy some tools for the crime, sugar mama?" My ears burned. "Um... the hotel nightstands should have them, right?" "I'm worried about the size not fitting." "...Then please go buy some. I'll transfer you the money." My voice was as small as a mosquito's. Arthur didn't move, looking at me somewhat wickedly. "It's only fun if we buy this kind of stuff together, right?" "!" My face felt like it was going to catch fire instantly. I hurriedly waved my hands. "N-no, I'll wait for you up ahead." After saying that, without waiting for him to speak, I kept my head down and scuttled away, arms and legs swinging awkwardly in tandem. Leaving behind only Arthur's barely audible chuckle. Fortunately, I only waited a short while before he caught up with me, carrying a bag. We entered the hotel, got a room, and went upstairs. Because this was the most rebellious thing I had ever done in my life. It went without saying what would happen today. So my heart was racing like a trapped rabbit. Pounding wildly. It's not that I hadn't thought about bringing him home, but the soundproofing there was terrible. If the neighbors heard anything, it would be social death; I'd never be able to show my face again. So a hotel was the safest and most suitable place for our relationship. I secretly told myself to stay calm, but when I swiped the keycard to open the door, my hand shook a little, and it wouldn't open. At that moment, a tall, solid body pressed up behind me. Arthur encircled me, wrapped his hand over mine, and swiped the card again. Beep. It opened. He asked in my ear: "You're the sugar mama, what are you so nervous about?" 3 Arthur had a great body. An eight-pack and a V-taper. His muscles were knotted but not unappealing. Just standing there, the sexual tension was off the charts. Even the most naturally aloof woman would unconsciously look at him. I yield. This was the conclusion I had reached after secretly observing him from the coffee shop for a week. I just didn't expect it to be this good. When he pressed against me, my entire spine almost melted. After Arthur gently pushed me into the room, my whole brain was buzzing. Whatever he told me to do, I did. Shower. Lie down. Very obedient. Arthur, who had showered right after me, stood by my bed and suddenly reached out, lightly poking my cheek. "Chloe, I'll ask you one last time. Are you sure you want to keep me?" "Hold on. You do know what keeping me means, right?" I slowly pulled out my phone. And transferred three thousand dollars to him on the spot. My voice trembled slightly. "I know, and I'm sure." "......" Arthur stared at me expressionlessly for a few seconds, then reached out and grabbed the convenience store shopping bag. He pulled out... A pile of snacks. Not a single NSFW item. ? ?? What about the promised fun?! Just as I was about to anxiously ask, a strawberry-flavored lollipop was suddenly stuffed into my mouth. It was sickly sweet. Arthur grumbled: "What do you know. Let's just eat some snacks and watch a movie today." 4 Arthur lay down next to me and actually started picking a paid movie on the TV. This bland turn of events really disappointed me a bit. I sucked on the lollipop, staring at him eagerly. "Arthur, you're already kept by me, and you took the money. You can't back out." The man clicked the remote control loudly. "I didn't say I was backing out." I didn't understand, and asked softly: "Then why aren't you doing that with me? You know, that." "Too fast. I'm afraid I'll scare you." "I'm not scared." Arthur shot me a mocking glance. "Then why have you been shaking all night, not even daring to lift your head, scared like a rabbit?" "......." Being seen through made me very embarrassed. "Not really." "Really not? How come I feel like you're very afraid of making eye contact with people? Is this what the internet calls social anxiety?" "Mm..." "You really have social anxiety. Then how do you run a shop?" "Customers order online themselves, then I make it behind the counter, and they pick it up themselves. As little communication as possible." "What if a customer insists on getting close to talk to you? Like this." Saying that, Arthur deliberately leaned in close to tease me. Only... Being so close, our eyes naturally met. Suddenly, no one spoke. I licked my lollipop. My social anxiety instinctively made me want to look away to avoid awkwardness. Suddenly, Arthur's Adam's apple bobbed, and he said: "Hey, we can't do that, but we can do other things. Wanna try first?" ....... I noticed his gaze landing on my mouth. Mustering my courage, I tilted my chin up at him. "Y-yes." Then, the lollipop was pulled from my mouth. The candy hit my front teeth. Just as I was about to make a sound of pain, a shadow covered my vision. The sound of pain was blocked back down. 5 At first, Arthur's kissing technique was surprisingly inexperienced. Of course, I didn't notice. Because I was even more inexperienced. But Arthur quickly grasped the essentials. He supported the back of my head with one hand, our lips and teeth grinding together. We both used the hotel's body wash, so we smelled exactly the same. Baked by his overly high body temperature. It was simply dizzying. After the lollipop was stuffed back into my mouth, I was still a bit dazed. Arthur didn't bother me. His large hand roughly wiped the saliva from my mouth, and he continued looking for a suitable movie. After I came back to my senses, I gently tugged the hem of his shirt. "Arthur, I want to kiss some more." "......." The man, who was already trying hard to pretend to be calm, instantly lost his composure. He cursed under his breath. Threw the remote control aside and turned back. His gaze was intense. Like it was mixed with fire. So that night, we didn't end up watching the movie. I still don't know if my lollipop was thrown in the trash can or some random corner. No one cared at all. I only remember Arthur muttering hoarsely as he wiped the moisture from the corner of my mouth one last time. "Strawberry flavor really is sweet." Although we ended up just chatting purely under the covers in the end, this development made me very satisfied and shy. Sitting in my coffee shop, I touched my still slightly swollen lips, happily looking at the construction site across the street. Dust filled the air. I couldn't see Arthur. I didn't care either. I just sat there fantasizing about the shape of Arthur's muscles bulging when he worked. Suddenly, my phone, which was always on silent, showed an incoming call. Seeing the caller ID, my mood instantly plummeted. I stared at the phone in panic until the other party lost patience and hung up. I don't know how long passed. Thump thump. The glass of the coffee shop was casually knocked on a few times. I looked up and met the eyes of my rugged "kept man."
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