After three months as a short-term rental manager, I don't even dare to bend over to pick things up. I've seen it all: a big boss sitting in his assistant's lap in the back alley, and C-City's richest tycoon pinning his adoptive son in the elevator for a thirty-minute make-out session. It feels like everyone in this building is putting on a show for the security cameras, but absolutely no one is dating normally! Terrified, I fled to an old neighborhood, only to find even the 70-year-old grandpa next door radiating flirtatious charm. I thought I was doomed—until I grabbed the hand of another straight guy, tears in my eyes. We became roommates, shared a bed, called each other "bro," and I even stripped down to sleep next to him without a second thought. But then, he cornered me and whispered, "Who told you I was a bottom?"And that was the exact moment I realized... I was never as straight as I thought.
