Mathias was kind of relieved the man didn't come with and just gave him the okay to go. But he was also a bit let down, but didn't let that bother him as he walked away from Victor's door and headed for the limo, since the chauffeur was told to stay there and take Victor or Mathias wherever they needed to go.<br/><br/>So the chauffeur drove the young man to the club/bar. Mathias told the chauffeur to come back when Mathias called him and gave him his number. The limo drove off and the black-clad young man walked into the bar. Almost immediately, he was asked to dance and flirted with so many guys and drank so many shots it made his head spin. Almost three hours later, Mathias came back into the hotel, going to his room, a guy accompanying him. He was about to go in his room when he figured he should let Victor know he was back.<br/><br/>He pulled out his phone and texted Victor, telling him he was back and going to his room. He put his phone in his pocket and led the man who had come back with him into the room.<br/><br/>Clothes came off and Mathias let himself forget, at least, briefly, his infatuation with his bodyguard. All too soon, maybe a few hours later, the man lay down next to him, exhausted. Mathias, as always, didn't let himself be held close and instead turned his back to the man, curling his arms in front of his bare chest, staring blankly at the dark room.<br/><br/>The next morning, Mathias woke up hung over, and sore as hell. He whimpered softly when he shifted to sit up on the bed, stretching despite the pain. He glanced back at the man that had been his bed partner for the night and stood up, thankful the curtains were drawn. He looked at the man, who was already starting to stir.<br/><br/>"Whatever you need to do. Shower, drink, stretch, rest some more, whatever. Do it and then leave." He made it clear this was a one-night stand and nothing more. He grabbed a cigarette and lit it, blowing the smoke into the room as he felt his body relax more. He grabbed a bottle of water and some painkillers and popped a few of them before chasing them down with water, then returned the cigarette to his lips, his back turned to the man. He made no move to get dressed or anything yet. He wasn't ready to.