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Gold & Sand Chapter 216
Clark barely paused at his apartment door. The stranger was behind him, lips pressing against his neck, fingers curling against his waist as Clark fumbled for the key. "Easy," Clark murmured, though his voice didn’t sound like he wanted easy at all. The stranger chuckled against his skin, his hands slipping lower. "Can’t help myself." The key turned in the lock. The door swung open. Clark stepped inside first, not looking back as he grabbed the man by his tie and pulled him in. The moment Clark stepped inside, the door clicking shut behind them, the stranger’s hands were already on him. Clark barely made it two steps before his back hit the wall. A thud. The stranger’s hands slid down his sides, lips tracing his jaw, his neck. Clark let out a breathless chuckle, grabbing the man’s tie, tugging him forward. "Come on," he murmured, voice smooth, too smooth. "Bedroom."
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"Thirty-seven, thirty-eight, thirty-nine..."Knock! Knock!The sharp sound of a truncheon rapping against the cell bars broke Matthew's focus mid-push-up."Matthew Smith!" the prison guard barked.Matthew paused, caught his breath, and stood up. "Yeah," he replied, wiping the sweat off his forehead as he straightened his posture."Let’s go," the guard ordered, unlocking the cell door.Without a word, Matthew walked toward the open door. As he stepped out, a chorus of whistles and crude remarks erupted from his cellmates. He ignored them. He had learned long ago that responding wasn’t worth the effort. Today, more than ever, it didn’t matter—because today was different. Today was his last day in this hellhole.The guard locked the cell behind him. "Follow me," he instructed.Matthew fell in line behind the guard, walking down the dimly lit corridor lined with barred cells. Jeers followed him with every step, but he kept his eyes forward, focused. He’d never cared much for their taunts,
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As Matthew walked towards the prison’s main gate, he spotted a guard standing watch, barely five meters ahead. He glanced up at the sky, feeling the fresh air from the nearby trees brush his face, a small but tangible taste of freedom. The sense of liberation began to settle in—a freedom from the damp, oppressive cells, the stale odor of confinement, and the abuse, both from the guards and fellow inmates. He was finally breaking away from the system that had held him captive for so long.Reaching the gate, he watched as it swung open. With deliberate steps, Matthew crossed over the threshold and immediately noticed a sleek black car with tinted windows parked just outside. The license plate confirmed his suspicion—it was a government vehicle. As he approached, the window lowered, revealing a striking woman with dark, curly hair and sunglasses perched on her nose."Matthew!" she called out, pulling off her shades with a smile."Miss Melissa," he responded, trying his best to sound cordi
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Masahiro stood frozen, staring at David. "You…," he began, but paused to collect himself. "Boss, you’re joking, right?" He stepped closer to the table, clearly shocked by what he had just heard.David clasped his hands on the table, shaking his head slightly. "Why would I joke about something like this?"Masahiro ran his hand over his head, visibly trying to calm his growing frustration."Do you two know each other or something?" David asked, looking between Masahiro and Matthew.Masahiro placed his hands on waist and shot David a look that said it all.“Oh..." David finally caught on to the tension. "Can I ask you both to leave for a moment?" he said, directing his words to Melissa and Matthew."Of course," Melissa said, gathering her belongings. "Come on, Matthew."Without a word, Matthew stood and followed her, his eyes briefly meeting Masahiro's in a tense, sidelong stare as they passed him. It was clear there was bad blood between them."We'll be right outside," Melissa gestured t
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Masahiro cut the ignition, and the soft hum of the engine died."Get out!" Masahiro said sharply, already releasing his seatbelt to exit the car.Matthew followed wordlessly, his gaze flicking around as they made their way to the entrance of the building in front of them, a modern one ensconced in a quieter neighbourhood.As they entered, Matthew could not help but notice the interior: an immaculate lobby, with minimalistic decoration, and inlaid marble floors gleaming softly under reflected lights.They walked to the elevator and got inside; Masahiro clicked the fifth floor.Masahiro's arms were crossed, barely looking at Mattew, so the same for this one.Finally, the doors opened on the fifth floor; Masahiro headed down the hall, toward a door with a sleek black plaque wrote: ´501´.He unlocked it and went inside without waiting for Matthew to catch up.Matthew held back at the threshold, catching his breath as he took in Masahiro's apartment.It was neat, almost obsessively so; a pl
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Masahiro´s hands gripped the steering wheel, while his eyes stayed on the road. Matthew sat beside him in the passenger seat-the air between them thick with unsaid words. The momentary silence in the car felt like the tip of a storm below the surface.Matthew saw Da Vinci's nightclub from the corner of his eye, a neon glow soft against the night.A flicker of relief washed over him. ´At least inside, I can get some distance from this cop. Just for a while, ´ he thought.Masahiro slowed the car, easing onto a secluded spot where he could keep a clear view of the entrance without drawing unnecessary attention to himself. He killed the engine; the soft hum of the car´s power died down. With a quiet sigh, he released his buckle."I’ll stay here, to do the surveillance," he said, his voice cold.Matthew did not say anything, just stepped out of the car and went towards the entrance of the club.Upon Matthew stepped inside, the pulsing beats of Da Vinci’s Nightclub enveloped him. The air wa
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As Matthew and Masahiro enganged in a very and long kiss, the two low-level thugs stumbled in; their grins of carefree abandon quickly changed to bewilderment at the sight of an intimate scene unfolding before their very eyes.One of them, his voice ringing with a touch of brash confidence, suddenly exclaimed, "Get a room, you two!"The other, more subdued in temperament, shrugged and nonchalantly went back to pressing business."Right, like this is a place for romantic encounters," he muttered, adding a hearty chuckle to his words as he stepped forward to the sinks.Matthew didn't budge, he kept kissing Masahiro, hitching him a little bit closer still.Masahiro had felt Matthew's body heat against his and was torn between fascination and horror. The kiss had stayed as they struggled for balance, while the unique scent of Matthew was an intoxicating blend of danger and allure, demanding attention. Just as he leaned deeper into the kiss, the f
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The only sound was the low hum of the car's engine, Masahiro clenching the steering wheel with unrelenting muscles as his mind whirled over all that happened tonight. He could feel tension simmered in his muscles, the adrenaline still high from the unexpected kiss from Matthew. Matthew, on the other hand, looked like he didn't give a damn about anything, sprawled casually in the passenger seat, eyes flicking lazily to the streetlights outside.Masahiro was still trying to wrap his head around everything that had happened. His mind was still running in circles between the mission and how Matthew had acted. It wasn't just a kiss, and Matthew's Masahiro needed to focus. They couldn't get distracted that time. He needed confirmation from David first before they could do anything else.He drew his cell phone out and dialed David's number, his fingers hovering for just a moment as he glanced at the road. The phone rang twice before David's voice came through, cool and to the point."Masahir
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Clark barely paused at his apartment door. The stranger was behind him, lips pressing against his neck, fingers curling against his waist as Clark fumbled for the key. "Easy," Clark murmured, though his voice didn’t sound like he wanted easy at all. The stranger chuckled against his skin, his hands slipping lower. "Can’t help myself." The key turned in the lock. The door swung open. Clark stepped inside first, not looking back as he grabbed the man by his tie and pulled him in. The moment Clark stepped inside, the door clicking shut behind them, the stranger’s hands were already on him. Clark barely made it two steps before his back hit the wall. A thud. The stranger’s hands slid down his sides, lips tracing his jaw, his neck. Clark let out a breathless chuckle, grabbing the man’s tie, tugging him forward. "Come on," he murmured, voice smooth, too smooth. "Bedroom."
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Clark didn’t say a word when he stepped out of the apartment.Adam followed, as he always did.Clark didn’t tell him where they were going.Adam didn’t ask. Didn’t need to.Because when Clark finally stopped walking, they were outside a bar.Adam exhaled, shaking his head slightly."Really."Clark didn’t acknowledge him. Didn’t even pause.Just pushed open the door and stepped inside.Adam followed. Because that was his job.The bar was dim, filled with the familiar smell of cheap liquor, sweat, and regret. The kind of place where people came to forget.Clark walked straight to the counter.He didn’t hesitate. Didn’t glance at Adam before speaking."Whiskey. Double."Adam leaned against the bar, arms crossed, watching as the very well-known, very respected lawyer tilted back the first drink in one go.The bartender barely had time to set the glass down before Clark tapped it, signaling for another.Adam arched a brow."That bad, huh?"Clark didn’t look at him.Just took the second gla
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Adam had been in a lot of uncomfortable situations.Fights. Shootouts. Business deals where one wrong move meant someone wasn’t making it out alive.But this?This was something else."You’re his new boyfriend, aren’t you?"The words hung in the air, thick and wrong, like an error in reality itself.Adam stared.Didn’t blink. Didn’t breathe. Didn’t move.The woman, on the other hand, looked perfectly at ease.Like she’d just commented on the weather.Like she hadn’t just said the most incorrect thing in existence.Adam finally forced out a flat, deadpan response."No."She blinked.Then, with zero hesitation— "You sure?"Adam’s brain short-circuited.His jaw tightened. His fingers flexed."What."She tilted her head, studying him.Not skeptical. Not exactly suspicious.More like she was trying to figure something out.Her gaze flicked over him, slow and deliberate.And then—her eyes lit up."
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The drive stretched out between them, long and unbearably quiet. Clark sat in the passenger seat, his posture flawless, gaze distant, lost somewhere past the city lights. His fingers tapped against his knee, slow and deliberate—not nervous, not restless, just… occupying himself. Adam, one hand on the wheel, the other resting lazily against the gear shift, kept his eyes on the road, jaw tight. He wasn’t much for talking. Especially not with Clark. But the silence was starting to annoy him. Clark shifted slightly, exhaling through his nose before finally speaking. "You drive like a criminal." Adam smirked. Didn’t take his eyes off the road. "I am a criminal." Clark hummed, unimpressed. "And yet, somehow, I feel like I’m the one committing a crime by being in this car." Adam scoffed, his smirk growing. "You are. Just a different kind." Clark shot him a dry glance. "Yes, defending a man in court is exactly the same as whatever illegal nonsense you've done." Adam chuckled, rolli
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The knock on Masahiro’s office door was sharp, impatient.Masahiro barely looked up from his paperwork. “Come in.”The door swung open, and Clark walked in with his usual air of barely restrained irritation. Adam followed, stepping in behind him—bigger, heavier, carrying the kind of presence that filled the room before he even said a word.Arthur looked up from his desk. His brows furrowed—not at Clark, but at the man behind him.`Who the hell is that? ´Masahiro set his pen down and leaned back in his chair, finally glancing up. “Clark.”Clark’s lips pressed into a thin line. “Masahiro.”Masahiro’s eyes flicked to Adam. Didn’t know him. But it didn’t take much to put the pieces together. Matthew had arranged for Clark to have a bodyguard. And judging by the way this guy stood like he’d break a man’s spine for fun, this had to be him.Adam met Masahiro’s stare, just as assessing. Neither of them spoke. Sizing each other up.Clark exhaled sharply, clearly over it before it even began.
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Clark strode through the Police Station, his expression unreadable, his patience already wearing thin.The place reeked of sweat and coffee. The low murmur of officers shuffling papers and tapping on keyboards filled the space, a dull, monotonous noise that grated against his already strained nerves.He had a job to do—defend Cassidy Hills.That alone was enough to make his stomach turn. But what made it worse? Adam was here.Clark could feel him before he even saw him. The weight of his presence, the air shifting with that unmistakable sense of imposing brutality. Adam was big, heavy, and carried trouble like it was stitched into his skin.Clark ignored it. For now.He pushed open the door to Interrogation Room 2.Cassidy was waiting.Not tense. Not restless. Not even remotely concerned.Relaxed.Slouched back in his chair, emerald eyes bright with
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The moment Adam stepped inside Clark’s apartment, he knew something was off.At a glance, it was the kind of place you’d expect a high-end lawyer to own—modern, sleek, expensive. But underneath the surface, there was something else. Something… wrong.Boxes. Unpacked, shoved haphazardly against the walls. Some stacked near the hallway, some left forgotten by the bookshelf.There was an expensive bottle of whiskey sitting on the coffee table—half empty. Another on the kitchen counter. Glasses left behind, like someone had drunk just enough to forget whatever the hell was bothering them, but not enough to pass out.The air had that lingering scent of cologne and something else. Something faintly human, like the remnants of someone who had been here and left in a hurry.Clark’s place was polished, sure. But it wasn’t lived in. It was a man’s house, not a man’s home.&nb
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Masahiro’s grip was firm on Matthew’s waist, his pace slow but deep, deliberate. Possessive.Matthew, on his knees, braced against the mattress, let out a breathy groan, his fingers curling into the sheets. His body was already wrecked, his muscles weak from the second round—but Masahiro?Masahiro wasn’t done.“Masahiro,” Matthew exhaled, half-laughing, half-dazed. “You tryna kill me?”Masahiro hummed, dragging his lips along the back of Matthew’s neck, pressing a lazy, open-mouthed kiss to his sweat-slicked skin. “You can take it.”Matthew groaned. “I dunno, man, I think my soul left my body two rounds ago.”Masahiro didn’t give a damn.Then—the phone rang.Masahiro barely acknowledged it.Matthew, however, seized the moment. “Oh, thank God. Answer it.”
Gold & Sand Chapter 208
The shower ran hot.Steam curled along the edges of the mirror, clinging to the tiled walls as Adam dragged a hand over his face, water rolling down his broad shoulders. His body bore the kind of scars that told a history without words—faint reminders of a life lived in violence, of battles won and wars survived.He didn’t stay under long. He never did. A quick rinse, then he shut the water off, stepping out into the thick heat of the small bathroom.With practiced efficiency, he dried off, rolling his neck until it cracked, the tension leaving his muscles in slow waves. Then, moving without hesitation, he dressed.A crisp, open-collared black shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his forearms—just enough to show the sharp lines of muscle beneath dark skin. Polished trousers, pressed and fitted, clean against his frame. He stepped into his shined black leather shoes, the weight of them familiar, grounding.
