No

He didn't come out, despite all my attempts to get him to come out so we could talk. Only silence came from the room. The next day, I left for work, told the master everything, who just laughed and did what he does best: he fucked me really good. He made me forget about Simon for a while, with all the wonderful orgasms he gave me. When I got home, Simon was gone. I tried to call, but he didn't answer my call. I was worried and couldn't sleep. It was only around five in the morning that I fell asleep on the couch, waking up shortly after to him coming back, completely drunk, stumbling, with tears in his eyes and the face of someone who hadn't slept in days.

He ends up falling at my feet and clinging to my knees. I stroke Simon's hair as he sobs.

“Baby, are you okay? You disappeared, I was worried. I... I don't understand. What's the problem? Don't you love me anymore? Do you want to break up with me? Talk to me, talk to me!”

He wiped his face shyly, looked at me, and said something I never expected: