A Chance

The next day, he was knocking at Win door. It was late at night, and according to the information he had, Win finished his work at 6 p.m., so he should be home.

After a few seconds, Alex heard the door open. There he was, Win, looking as beautiful as the first time he saw him. He looked so sexy dressed in tight clothes; he was still wearing makeup, but it was a little smeared; his hair was messy; and he was breathing heavily.

Alex frowned, and his expression hardened, jealousy consuming his body.

"Am I interrupting something, Win?" he growled.

"Leave," Win whispered, looking like he had been caught doing something wrong. He looked inside his loft with concern.

"Is someone with you?" he asked again. Win tried to close the door on his face, but Alex was quicker and blocked it with his hand.

"It's none of your business, Alexa," Win said, still fighting to close the door, but it was no use; Alex was stronger.

"Win, who is it?" a voice asked from inside the loft. Seconds later, a man joine