Chapter 7

"I'm glad you finally agreed to go out on a date with me..." Olive smiles seductively as she cuts her medium rare steak.

Gold returns his date's smile. Olive Page is literally every man's dream. She's gorgeous, like the blonde version of Angelina Jolie. It's obvious that she's also ridiculously rich. Jasmine would never set up her son to a woman who doesn't have millions of dollars in different banks. Olive is intelligent too. Being a student of medicine is a proof of that.

Jasmine figured out that Olive is the perfect match for Gold, especially because she believes that her son needs a woman who is a few years older than him. The mother is one of those people who thinks that maturity has something to do with age. What she didn't know is Olive is a spoiled brat.

Gold couldn't care less, though. He's willing to date anyone at this point. He needs to escape his frightening thoughts.

'Falling in love?' Gold shakes his head. 'That's preposterous!'

He's reminded of what he thought was happening when he stayed with Kolya at the studio last week. He can't believe himself. Why would he fall in love with the transferee when Olive Page, a whole package, exists? Besides, what does he know about love?

"Gold!?"

The golden boy blinks when he hears Olive's annoyed voice.

"Uh, yeah. That's nice." He fakes a smile, making his date scoff.

"That's nice?" She scoffs once again. "I just told you that my best friend's boyfriend cheated on her and you think it's nice!?"

Olive is already hysterical and Gold wants to kill himself. Maybe his thought isn't preposterous at all. A pretty woman is right in front of him and yet, all he can think about is Kolya?

He's insane!

"I'm sorry." Gold blows his fringe. "I'm just distracted."

"Distracted by what!?" The girl crosses her arms. She can't believe she spent long hours to prepare just to be ignored by Gold. She should have known better. She has known him for many years already, but he never once showed any interest on her.

"Your beauty," Gold swallows as he pretends to be captivated by her red lips. "I can't help but get lost in your beautiful face..."

Cringe. Out of all the lies he has told, this is the most cringe worthy.

"Well, thanks." Olive raises her brow to appear confident. It's all for show because deep inside, she's screaming. Her cheeks are red. Finally, after so long, Gold found the courage to speak his thoughts out loud.

The two of them met when they were still young. Olive's family owns Cornelia Hospital, the place where Doctor Adana works. Olive has always liked Gold, unfortunately, he never glanced at her.

"So as I was saying... Jean's boyfriend—"

Ms. Page goes on with her boring story. Gold tried his best to listen to his date, however he just can't. His mind keeps on going back to the lead dancer. He wonders if Kolya's out with his date too or if he already has a girlfriend—wait! Is he even interested in dating?

"This has been a lovely night, Gold..."

The golden boy is pulled back to reality when Olive speaks again. She finishes the remaining liquid in her champagne glass.

Gold copies her action. As in he's drinking champagne too. He's allowed to drink now. The golden boy is actually celebrating his 18th birthday today. This is what made Olive feel more special. Gold really chose to spend his natal day with her.

It's not like he's got better things to do. His parents are as usual, busy with work. They can't even take a day off to celebrate their son's birthday. Aside from this, no one, not even Cleo, knows his birthdate. Only Olive knows. Gold only told her this to convince her that she is special in his eyes.

"Yeah. I'm finally an adult and I get to spend the day with you..."

Olive blushes.

"Well if you want, we could do other adult stuff together..." She caresses his hand on the table. Gold strives hard not to flinch. He just fondles her wrist.

"Let's get out of here..." Olive bats her eyelashes.

They don't have to pay. Their bill has already been settled by Jasmine. Gold and Olive just go straight to the latter's private vehicle.

Their lips attach as soon as they enter the car. Olive instantly climbs on top of Gold while the latter's hands travel all over her body—hoping to feel something.

This isn't Gold's first time to canoodle with a girl. In fact, he had sex at a very young age. He was fifteen and drunk that time. Jacob, Carter, and even Cleo peer pressured him to do so. It wasn't hard especially because a lot of girls throw themselves at Gold.

"Kiss me more," Olive moans, trying to catch Gold's mouth that is pressed into a thin line.

Gold closes his eyes, calming his nerves. He is frustrated at himself for the reason that he literally can't feel anything. His friends told him that nothing is better than sex. Gold is so close into believing that they're just lying.

He can't feel any pleasure at all! He was drunk when he first boned a woman so he can't really remember how it felt. Right now, the only thing he's feeling is discomfort.

Olive has soft lips, but her mouth feels rough on the side of his mouth. He's doing everything to dodge her kisses.

"Gold..." Her moans turn into an irritated whine. The golden boy is barely moving! Olive even had to take off her halter top on her own!

His eyes flutter open and then he catches her staring at him, mouth agape with disappointment.

Gold bites his lower lip, gently pushing Olive away from him.

"I'm sorry..." He sits up, running his hand to his hair.

Olive is too stunned and offended to say anything. She can't even scoff. She's giving herself to a guy who doesn't appreciate her. This is so humiliating! She never felt this unwanted before. Men are dying to do this with her. In fact, they're willing to do anything just to be close to her.

How can Gold do this to her?

"You could've just said you didn't want this." Olive's jaw tenses as she forcefully puts on her top.

"I'm sorry..." Gold fidgets on his fingers.

"You should be!" Olive wipes her threatening tears. She breathes in heavily as she fishes the car keys from the pocket of her skinny jeans.

She's too embarrassed to be in the same space as Gold, so even if it's rude, she'll ask him to just take a cab. She will not take him home.

"Olive, please..." Gold reaches out for his date's hand, but Olive pushes him away.

Gold sighs, irritated. Guess he doesn't have a choice but to lie again, huh?

"I want you." He fights the urge to frown and cringe.

Olive knits her brow.

"I really do, but you deserve better than this."

Her expression softens a bit. Gold blows his fringe before explaining his point. He rubs Olive's shoulders as he tells her that she deserves more than a quick fuck inside the car. She deserves a bed full of roses, a long night of making love to show her how beautiful she is.

"This isn't the perfect time for that, Olive. I'm young and still dependent on my family. I can't be the man you deserve as of this moment."

Olive woke up today with the intention of just fucking Gold because come on, he's hot! Olive doesn't care about any other thing. She just wants a quick fuck to somehow relieve herself from stress. Med school is hell. However, Gold manages to change her view. He turns her into a sappy girl who craves more than just satiating her raging hormones.

"You're so sweet." Olive kisses Gold's cheek.

The golden boy fakes a smile again. He didn't know that he can lie this good.

Since Olive changed her mind, she didn't kick him out. She offered to bring him home, but the golden boy refuses because apparently, he already texted his butler.

"Good night, Gold. See you soon!" Olive blows her a kiss. Gold waves until her car speeds off.

He sighs when Olive turns left. She's finally gone. Going on a date with Ms. Page is a wrong move. A girl like her is impossible to deal with.

"Should we stop by at the convenience store, Sir?" Charles inquires as soon as his master enters the car.

Gold shakes his head. Suddenly, he wishes he's drunk right now. He isn't sure how to face his mother. Jasmine is probably waiting for him at her studio to ask about his date.

"Madame isn't home, Sir. She's at the set..."

It appears like Charles knows exactly what Gold needs to hear. He does. It's written all over the young master's face. Gold isn't afraid of anything other than his mom. His butler already knows the face Gold makes when he's scared.

"In this case, let's stop at the nearest convenience store..."

Sunday is obviously a rest day. Gold can drink alcohol this Saturday night without having to worry about hangover or his mother. Jasmine will most likely be home next week. It only means that the son will be alone in the house. Never mind Doctor Adana. Ever since Gold's young, Joe has always been busy at the hospital. He practically lives there.

Gold bought two bottles of his favorite brand of soju. This will do. As much as he wants to open his parents' collection of wines, he cannot. Not all of their servants are as understanding as his butler. He might be of legal age now, but that doesn't give him the right to get drunk whenever he pleases. Besides, Jasmine is pretty obsessed with their thousands of dollars’ worth of fermented drink. She will know if a bottle goes missing.

Again, she's strict. She doesn't tolerate any act of rebellion since it might affect her career.

The golden boy locks the door as soon as he steps foot inside his room. He kicks his shoes while opening the bottle of soju.

The strong smell of the alcoholic beverage makes him crinkles his nose. Despite this, he still takes a sip straight from the bottle.

"Happy birthday to me." He shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly.

It didn't take long for his head to spin. The warm feeling in his throat and stomach causes him to sigh. It's getting hot that's why he discards his white shirt. Gold is an enthusiast of this color.

"Mmpp..." He blinks slowly. Perhaps he's intoxicated or just plain curious, either way, his current state forces him to dive into his bed, his laptop is on his lap while he nurses the bottle in his strong arms.

He then types in the site Jacob and Carter always visit. He's curious. That's the answer. Otherwise he won't check a porn site.

Gold doesn't know much about this world. He jerks off from time to time before, but he doesn't rely much on pornographic videos. It's safe to say that he isn't a slave of his libido.

Gold unbuckles his belt, zipping down his jeans to free his cock.

He clicks play.

The media is like any other porn videos. There's the exaggerated moan of the girl as she continuously says "Ah! Ah! Fuck me, daddy!" The guy, on the other hand, pounds his dick in her pussy.

Gold sighs. He tried to watch it for more than five minutes while stroking his cock. Unluckily, it didn't turn him on. In fact, his hand just hurts.

Maybe this was a bad idea.

He's about to close the tab, but one video catches his eyes.

Gay porno.

His hand is clicking the video before he can process if it's okay to play this or not.

Well, the answer is: it's fine. He's glad he did actually. This is way better than the first video he watched. His heart is beating erratically as he watches the two guys kiss and stroke each other's dicks.

"Mm..." Gold grips on the bedsheet, throwing the bottle of soju on the floor. The feminine guy in the video forces the masculine guy to bend. The former slaps the latter's ass before burying his face on it.

"Fuck." Gold breathes in heavily, left hand still stroking his fat and angry cock. He moans loudly when he runs his fingers on its tip, spreading his precum on his shaft.

It feels good. So fucking amazing.

He closes his eyes. The deep growl of the feminine guy is music to his ears. Suddenly, Kolya's needy face flashes in his mind. In his imagination, the transferee's mouth is agape with pleasure. His eyes roll in the back of his head as he sinks his cock deeper into Gold's ass.

The golden boy parts his mouth. The image in his head makes his balls feel heavy. It's aching so bad because he is in dire need to cum.

"Gold..." He imagines Kolya desperately shouting his name, bending a little more to kiss Gold's spine.

Gold's body tenses. He imagines that the growl of the feminine guy in the video belongs to Kolya.

It's the last straw. That scenario is too much for Gold because a few seconds later, his hot release splatters on the keyboard of his laptop.

His sleepy eyes watch the sticky cum as it slowly drips down from the keyboard to his inner thigh.

Gold is too exhausted and drunk to give a shit. He just closes the gadget and shoves it to the side.

He moans once more before covering himself with the thick blanket.

What a long night...