Roman paused, then slowly turned back to face her, a puzzled look settling on his face as his brows drew together.
"What is a dildo?" he asked, genuinely confused, his voice laced with curiosity. "And why would you need it after the massage?" His tone was serious, not a hint of humor in it, as though he were trying to solve a riddle he wasn’t even sure he wanted the answer to.
"You don’t know what a dildo is?" Tessy asked him, her voice laced with disbelief. She wasn’t sure if he was just playing ignorant or if he was truly clueless, as his expression suggested a genuine lack of understanding.
"Never heard of it," Roman responded, his tone firm but casual, as if it were the most normal thing in the world. Tessy couldn’t believe her ears. She stared at him in shock, her mind racing. But the serious look on his face—unwavering and completely sincere—did nothing to make her doubt that he was being honest.
"It’s actually nothing serious. Just sothing I need to play with. If you truly don’t know what it is as you said, it’s better. That way, when it arrives, we will do the unboxing together," Tessy said, growing even more excited.
When Roman heard her response, he sighed, feeling the weight of the conversation settle on him. Knowing there was no way to continue this strange exchange or expect any clarity, he gave up. Without another word, he turned and walked out of the room, his mind already moving on to the next task. As he reached the foot of the stairs, he called out with a firm tone, trying to shift his focus.
"Trevor," he said, his voice echoing slightly as it reached the hall.
"Yes, boss," Trevor responded quickly, turning his head to face Roman, his posture straightening in acknowledgnt.
Roman’s frown deepened as he spoke, his voice firm. "Order a professional mobile massage therapist for my wife. It must be a woman," he instructed, his tone carrying a hint of finality. He was still slightly irritated, though he masked it as best he could.
"Okay, boss," Trevor replied without hesitation, his fingers already reaching for his phone to start the process. But just as he began searching, Roman spoke again, his voice cutting through the air.
"And order a dildo for her as well," Roman added, his booming voice reverberating throughout the house.
Trevor’s fingers froze mid-air, the phone screen barely registering in his grasp. His gaze shot up to et Roman’s, his eyes wide with disbelief. "A dildo?" The question slipped from his lips before he could stop himself, his voice laced with confusion. He blinked several tis, as if processing the words he’d just heard, and then glanced around, wondering if he had misunderstood the request.
Trevor wasn’t the only one shocked. Daniel’s eyes widened in surprise, his eyebrows shooting up in disbelief. However, instead of turning to face Roman or voicing his shock, he quickly averted his gaze, looking off in the opposite direction. His fingers moved almost instinctively, his middle finger scratching against his thumb, as if trying to distract himself from the awkward tension in the air. His posture stiffened slightly, clearly trying to process Roman’s unexpected request without making it obvious how uncomfortable he was.
Williams’ reaction was the worst. He let out a low, rumbling laugh that seed to echo through the room, full of unrestrained amusent. The sound was rich and deep, almost mocking, and it carried a certain edge to it, as if he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. His laughter seed to vibrate in the air, growing louder as he reveled in the absurdity of the mont, leaving no doubt that he found the whole situation utterly hilarious.
"I can’t believe it, Ro. Your instrunt no longer working and you didn’t say anything about it?"
"Sir Williams," Trevor called out in a scolding tone, but Williams only laughed harder in response, obviously enjoying himself.
Roman had never been so confused in his entire life. Their reaction only ant one thing: a dildo was sothing they didn’t expect he would buy for Tessy.
"What is a dildo?" Roman asked, his attention on Trevor, and Williams’ roaring laughter reached his ears, infuriating him even more.
"Umm..." Trevor hesitated, not knowing how to explain what he was asked, especially not to Roman. He wasn’t surprised the guy didn’t know stuff like that. He had lived a celibate life for a long ti, staying away from won and anything that had to do with sex like a plague.
Instead of explaining with words, Trevor quickly searched for what he was asked, got a picture of it, and showed the screen of his phone to Roman.
"What is this? Plastic penis?" Roman asked, completely shocked and angry at what he had just been shown.
"It’s a sex toy, boss. And not all of them are made out of plastic," Trevor explained.
Roman didn’t even wait to hear the full explanation before he headed back up the stairs, his face dark with indignation.
"Don’t order that rubbish," he instructed without stopping or turning to look at the person he was talking to.
Williams’ laughter continued even as he watched the guy march up the stairs. The mont he saw Roman’s face while the guy was coming down, he knew sothing was up. Who knew it would be his turn to laugh so hard?
"You shouldn’t be laughing at a situation like this, Sir Williams," Trevor scolded, still shooting Williams an unpleased look.
"Says who?" Williams asked. "As long as it’s Roman, this is the best situation to laugh at. It’s so funny I can’t even stop. I’m waiting for him to co back down. He’s in trouble today."
Trevor gave up on their matter and just proceeded to walk away from there. He soon rembered the first instruction, which was to order a female mobile massage therapist.
But with the way Roman left, he didn’t even know if he should continue with the order or not.
Another sigh slipped past his lips as he decided to go ahead and place the order. If eventually the service isn’t needed when they arrive, he would make sure they were compensated for their ti.
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