Chapter 17Roberto was alone.
It had been a couple of weeks since he’d broken up with Ben. Okay, broken up wasn’t the right term, since they’d never really been officially a couple—not even close, really. Or what Roberto had seen as the beginning of a relationship, a hopeful spark, was nothing more than his imagination.
Ben may have been in his early forties, but his behavior was much closer to a man in his early twenties.
He knew now Ben had at least a dozen Robertos in his life. He’d seen his Adam4Adam profile and read how he loved “hot daddies,” and group s*x. There was nothing wrong with these things, Roberto believed, they just weren’t him. And he really didn’t want to be involved with anyone who lived the kind of life Ben obviously lived, right or wrong.
How could I have seen him
