I'm currently at the bar and busy sipping my wine when someone approached me. I noticed that he's one of the staff here who gives "aliw" in some customers.

He's young and handsome. Totally opposite of me. I'm already 52. He have this aura that gets my attention. It's something familiar.

I've never been pay for someone to gives "aliw" on me. I'm just here to have drinks and have a little chitchat to someone who will approach me.

But I guess tonight is different.

"Hi!" he said in a loud voice and smile.

"Hello!" I shouted back and wave my hand in front of him.

"Are you with someone?" he asked.

I shake my head as an answer. "Obviously." I said and laugh.

He makes an 'O' sound and wink at me. I'm not an innocent nor newbie in this kind of sign. I know what he means.

"Hm, I don't pay fo--" before I can continue my sentence he already stopped me.

"Nah. Its free for you." he said and gives a charming smile.

Oh, crap.

When I said I never pay someone to gives 'aliw' on me it doesn't include those who give themselves willingly. I'm not hypocrite. I need it and I longing for it.

"Okay." I answer without any hesitation.

He hold my hand and we passed by to the other costumers who are dancing. I noticed that he's quite popular here because there are tons who greeted him while we are heading at the bar dorms. I didn't know him because I just came here to get drunk.

Before entering at the bar dorm he talked to me first and then he goes to the receptionist about charging the fee on him. It hurt my guts. I'm rich, actually I owned a company. I'm also one of the riches person in the Philippines that's why it hurt my guts that he shoulder the bill without asking me.

"Hey, you don't need to do that. I can pay the bill." I said, a little annoyed.

We stopped and he look at me, "I know. But I said, it's free for you, didn't I?"

"But-"

"No but's. I am the one who will pay it." he came closer to me. A little inch before our lips touch, he stopped. "Just let me have you tonight." he whispered and smile then walk again as if nothing happened.

We entered in a white room. It's small but the bed is enough for two person. There's only a window, curtain, bed, lamp, aircon and a bathroom inside.

I've never been inside this bar dorm. I'm always in front of the bartender or sometimes at the dance floor. This isn't just an ordinary bar. It's a high class. You can see once you entered this place that all of the customers are filthy rich. Some are here for fun and some are here to get drunk.

He sit on the bed and then he offered me to sit beside him.

"Don't be shy." As soon as I speak, he already pulled me towards him.

It's so fast that I don't even remember how he got on top of me. I am now laying on the bed while he's on top of me.

We look in to each other's eye. He's really familiar. I think I already saw him somewhere. And I'm pretty sure it's in here.

I'm still a little shocked but it faded as soon as he laughs. "You're so cute. Is this your first time?" I don't know what to sink in my mind, the compliment or the insult.

"You don't know who you are talking to, kid." I said and pushed him. Just enough for me to sit properly.

"Oh... then tell me, Granny, how old are you?" he joke.

"Ha. Ha. Ha. Funny. I'm still young you know. I don't even have a grandson. I'm just fifty-two." I said confidently.

"Nice." he said while playing with his eyebrows, doing up and down.

My forehead crease, "What's nice?" I ask.

He stares at me down to my lips, "Just nice..." and in a split of second he's already kissing me... and I am responding.

In the way how he kiss me I can say that he's professional.

He let me lay again on the bed while I'm unbuttoning his polo. He's now kissing me at the corner of my lips down to my jaw and neck.

I removed his polo and touch every part of his well defined body. Broad chest. Muscles. Abs. All are heating like a fire.

It's so intense, I don't even remember how we removed all of our clothes. What I can remember are the sounds of pleasure.

He kissed me on my lips when he reached his climax and released all of him inside me. He lay beside me, tired of what we did. But I can say that he's happy.

We are looking at the ceiling. We are just like that for almost 5 minutes. After that I broke the silence.

"Why are you here?" I ask out of nowhere. It's just came out of my mouth. I am about to say sorry when he answered my question.

"I needed to." I look at him. He's seriously looking at the ceiling, thinking of something.

"What do you mean?" I asked, he glanced at me then he looks back at the ceiling.

"My mom is in the hospital. She's in coma after trying to kill herself five years ago. She's suicidal since the day my father left us when I am still a baby." he tells me. I can see the anger in his eyes when he told the last sentence.

"S-Sorry. I didn't mean to asked," I apologize.

"No, it's okay."

I hesitate to ask at first but this is the least I could do. "Why didn't you find him. Maybe he's not aware on what happened to your mom after he left."

"I tried but the person and the address that he gave to my mother are all fake. There is no such person who name as Med Collins and live on the address that he gave. He's a coward jerk!"

I felt like a stone as soon as I heard the name of his father. My hand and mouth are trembling. And I feel like an ice that's slowly melting.

"W-What is y-your father's name again? A-ahm.. I-I th-think I misheard it."

"What happen? You look pale." Concern are visible in his face. He's about to touch me but I stopped him.

I shake my head. I feel like there's a lump in my throat. "J-just tell me what's the name, please...please." I beg.

I saw his adam's apple move before he speak, "He's Med Collins."

It felt like my world crashed down. I can't think properly. My eyes filled of tears and all I can hear is my son asking what is happening.

I just realized, I make out with my son that I abandoned twenty years ago just to inherit my father's company.

I'm so afraid that time when his mother told me that she's pregnant. I'm so naive. I can't raise them. I am sure that my father will abandoned me once he learned about her mother being pregnant.

I'm so afraid, I gave a fake name just to hide myself. I leave the country and study at U.S to forget everything. When I came back here in the Philippines five years ago, I'm already married. I planned to find them b.ut I'm still afraid. Afraid to face his mother and him.

I got divorced two years ago after not having a child because I don't feel making out with girls anymore. I learned that I'm a gay and what I truly want is to find my son and wife.

I found him, my son. But at the wrong place and situation.