Her phone rang, making her sit up immediately. Vanessa. She exhaled, her heart sinking in disappointment, but she still swiped to answer."Hey, Vee," she said, forcing a smile into her tone."Cheryl! God, it's been forever! How’s the new school? Any hot gossip?" Vanessa’s voice was cheerful, but Cheryl could hear the hesitation beneath it.Cheryl chuckled, twirling a strand of her hair. "It’s fine. Just... different. No one here knows me like you do, though.""Aw, I miss you too, babe." Vanessa sighed. "But it’s good, right? A fresh start?""Yeah," Cheryl murmured, but she wasn’t sure she believed it.A pause stretched between them before Cheryl found herself blurting out, "How’s your dad?"The line went quiet for a moment. Cheryl could hear the slight hesitation before Vanessa finally answered, "Oh, you know... busy. He, um, went on a business trip."Cheryl’s fingers clenched around her blanket. "Business trip?""Yeah," Vanessa said quickly, too quickly. "You know how he is. Always w
A sharp growl rumbled in his chest as he turned and slammed his fist into the wall, his knuckles throbbing instantly from the impact. "F**k!"Breathing heavily, he ran both hands down his face, trying to calm the storm raging inside him. But he couldn’t. He was done trying.Reaching for his phone, he scrolled to Vanessa’s number and hit call.She picked up after three rings. "Dad? It’s late—""Drop Cheryl’s address," he interrupted, his voice raw and commanding. A pause. Then, "Dad, what are you—""Now, Vanessa," he demanded. "I need to see her."Silence stretched between them, but he knew Vanessa too well. She would hesitate, argue.He didn’t care.He was done running."Now."George wasted no time. As soon as Vanessa had given him Cheryl’s address, he booked the next available flight, barely stopping to think. The moment the plane touched down, he moved like a man possessed, checking into the house he’d arranged in the country before immediately heading out. The streets were unfamil
As they pulled into the drop-off area, Cheryl’s mother turned in her seat. Her brows furrowed, her lips pressed together as she studied Cheryl’s face."Are you sure about this?" she finally asked, her voice soft but searching.Cheryl swallowed hard, nodding. "I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life, Mom."Her mother hesitated, then leaned forward, placing a warm hand over Cheryl’s. "It’s just… you spent so long keeping this a secret. Are you sure your feelings are real and not just—""They’re real," Cheryl cut in, her throat tightening. "And they’ve been real for a long time."She took a deep breath, her heart pounding as she finally let the words spill from her chest. "I tried to move on. I tried to forget him. I even convinced myself that if I just stayed away long enough, the feelings would disappear. But they didn’t. Mom, I feel incomplete without him. Every morning, I wake up with this… ache, like something is missing. And no matter how hard I tried to fill the void,
There he was. George stood with a group of men, a drink in his hand, his posture relaxed, until his gaze landed on her. His entire body went still. His dark eyes widened slightly, as if he wasn’t sure she was real. His drink lowered, forgotten, and Cheryl saw the way his throat bobbed as he swallowed. She felt breathless. The way he looked at her, the raw hunger in his stare, made her feel like the only woman in the room. And she couldn't deny he still looked sexy as ever with his hair styled back, his clean shaven face and his beautiful eyes. Cheryl didn’t hesitate. With a soft smile playing on her lips, she stepped forward, moving through the crowd. Each step brought her closer to him, closer to the man she had spent months aching for. And then she was there, standing right in front of him. George opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, she threw her arms around his neck and pulled him down, pressing her lips to his. The world around them blurred, the music,
“You…your shoes,” she glanced down at Isla's dancing toes. “Can you stop doing that?” she requested politely but there was hint of anger in her voice.. Isla’s eyes followed the brunette’s eyes back to her face. “Oh, I'm deeply sorry.” she apologized, her voice a soft British whisper. “It happens whenever I'm nervous.” The brunette’s tightened jaw softened. “I understand, I'm nervous too.” “Really? How do you manage to remain calm? Please tell me your secret.” Isla whispered as she noticed the sharp glares from the people with her. “Well,” the brunette glanced back and forth between the people in front of her and the hallway. She gestured for Isla to bring her ear closer to her mouth. Isla brought her left ear closer to the brunette lips. “Think of your man in lingerie.” The brunette whispered. A loud giggle escaped Isla’s lips before she was able to control her laughter. “Really?” Isla asked in between a muffled laughter and the brunette nodded. “I'm Isla. Isla Hamilton.” T
Isla opened her mouth to speak but no words were formed. Noah stepped in. “Brenda, you are scaring the child,” he turned to face Isla. “Continue.”Brenda rolled her eyes but didn't say a word. Her vicious glare sips Isla up. Isla squared her shoulders in readiness to speak again. “I plan to track key performance indicators such as sales growth, consumer satisfaction, and retention rates. I also propose to conduct regular review sessions with the sales team to identify areas for improvement and adjust our strategy accordingly.”Noah nodded thoughtfully, his expression unreadable. “And what kind of return on investment do you expect to see?”Isla opened her mouth to speak but the ping sound from her phone interrupted her but she resisted the urge to look at whatever it was again.“Based on the industry bench…”“It seems like you have a lot more important things to handle. Why don't you wait outside?” Brenda cut her off.“Ma?” Isla asked confusedly.“You are dismissed,” Brenda said in
Isla ran breathlessly across the lobby toward the elevator that was closing rapidly. As Isla got closer, she threw her purse in between the edge of the door and the wall. The door automatically reversed, and she stepped into the almost empty elevator. Removing the sticking strands from her face, she put them behind her ears. “I'm really sorry,” she apologized to the person in the elevator without looking as she bent down to pick up her purse. “You’re late,” the calm, resonant familiar voice evoked fear in Isla. It was her new boss, Noah Cross.Yesterday, she had thought about him while having sex with her boyfriend, she even came. A rare thing that happens in her sexual life. Now, she has her ass up facing him.What more embarrassment can she ask for? Blood rushed up her face, tainting her pale cheeks red. Slowly, she raised her upper body after picking up her purse but she didn't turn to face him.“Apologies Sir,” she said, biting her lower lip in shame.“No excuse?” Noah asked f
Her phone screen lit up, and a message notification from Jackie dropped down from the screen.Jackie: Where are you?Isla sighed and typed in a few words in response to his question. “Work. I am working extra hours because my boss is still working.”Soon, Jackie sent another text. Jackie: Alright babe, take your time. I miss you.Isla rolled her eyes and dropped the phone on her desk.“A penny for your thoughts?” Noah’s voice startled her, making her stand up immediately.“Are you done, sir?” Isla asked, her head bowed low to avoid his gaze but they weren't particularly on the floor. They were fixed on his veiny hands. Noah had rolled his shirt sleeves up and had also gotten rid of his tie in frustration. Brenda had had him in a chokehold ever since their divorce announcement. “Rearrange tomorrow’s schedule, we will be traveling to Brooklyn for a 3-day business trip. The jet leaves by 8:00 am. Don't be late.”Before Isla could utter a word, Noah walked past her towards the exit. Sh
Derrick laughed and hiccupped. He was about to grab the bottle, but Carson stopped him . “That’s enough drink for you for today, Derrick. I'm not about to carry you home after you fell asleep drunk in a bar.” Derrick chuckled and hiccupped again. “But I'm not drunk yet.” “You are drunk as fuck, girl,” said Laura. “So what about you, Carson? How was your week, and how are your clients holding?” Laura asked. The Sancfrost bar was their haven. A place where they could rant about their issues like they would love to at work. Carson leaned closer to gossip with his friends when a dark and familiar shadow fell over their table. "Carson, still hiding in the corner with the good girls?" a deep voice drawled, every word dripping with mockery. Carson took a long, deep breath, mentally preparing herself before turning around. There he was, Paul Chase, one of his ex-boyfriends, every bit as infuriating as the last time they met. He wore a crisp black suit, the tailored fabric doing lit
Pushing him down, Raymond looked at his face. He looked at him, hazy He pushed his tongue between his buttcheeks , pulling them apart with his hands. Carson moaned and threw his head back in pleasure. He loved his reactions. Raymond licked up and down his ass, savoring the salty taste of her. He brought his tongue to his clenching asshole and thrust it inside of her. "Oh god, yes, fill me up,” he moaned above him. He kept pushing his tongue in and out of his wet hole, twirling it around inside of him. Raymond felt Carson’s hand lowering to his hard cock. He grabbed his hand and forced it aside. "You do not touch what is mine without permission, babe." He whimpered from the loss of contact, but he saw his ass clench when he made that action. Raymond stood up and took his pants and underwear off, letting his hard cock spring free and smack his stomach. “I want you to suck my hard cock and get it nice and wet for your ass, babe,” he purred out to Carson . Carson leaned
But Carson had other plans. He took Raymond's hand, his eyes locked on his father's. "Actually, Dad, I'm not letting Raymond go. Not as my bodyguard, but as my boyfriend." His father's expression turned stern, but Carson stood his ground. "We love each other, Dad. And I'm happy." The tension between them was palpable, but eventually, his father relented. "Fine, but you need to be careful. I just want what's best for you, Carson." Carson smiled, feeling a sense of freedom. "I know, Dad. And what's best for me is Raymond." As the days passed, Carson's father grew more accepting of their relationship. He even saw the benefits of having a boyfriend who was also a skilled protector. Carson's college graduation day arrived, and Raymond was there to support him. Sophia, Carson's drag queen best friend, was also in attenPaulce. As Carson collected his accolades, Sophia and Raymond chatted for the first time. Sophia grinned at Raymond. "Carson told me a lot about you. I have to say, I w
Raymond looked in shock. “Do you carry that everywhere?” “Sometimes,” said Carson, handing the toy to Raymond . “Let’s use this. You are injured and I can’t let your stitches come apart. Raymond collected the toy, reached out and squeezed Carson’s waist, leaning in to kiss him. he kissed him back. They kissed until Raymond had his hands on Carson’s chest, squeezing his chest which he bent down to suck afterward. “You’re so hot Carson ,” he said Carson blushed furiously at his words. “You think I’m hot?” “Yeah,” Raymond said, his eyes on Carson’s neck. “I’m gonna fuck your brains out now Carson , ya know that?” Raymond said, licking his lips. Carson seemed shocked at Raymond’s words. Since when did the sweet Raymond sound so dominant? But…but… he loved it. “Yes Daddy,” Carson said coquettishly, fluttering his eyelashes seductively at Raymond. Raymond massaged Carson’s body, his hands trailing about his moist body. he squeezed his ass and kis
“I know,” he said softly. “I didn’t respond because I was trying to pretend I could keep my distance. That I could do my job and protect you without letting myself feel it.” He exhaled hard, then leaned in closer, forehead nearly touching Carson’s. “But when I saw you on the ground… none of that mattered. All I could think was, please don’t let him die before I get the chance to say it back.” Carson didn’t say a word. Just looked at him, waiting. Raymond’s voice was raw now. Exposed. “I love you. God help me, I do. And I’ll never be late again.” Carson smiled, bloody and bruised but bright. “Took you long enough.” Raymond laughed—shaky and low—before pulling Carson into his arms like he’d never let go. “He’s trying to escape, Carson said, pointing in the direction Eli had fled. Raymond took off, fury in every stride. He chased Eli across the back lawn of the campus, past the trees and onto the empty field where shadows stretched long and unforgiving. Eli turned just as Raymond
“Why are you here alone?” he asked, an expression on his face Raymond had never seen before. “Huh?” “Do you know how worried you made me? What if one of these perverts tries anything with you? If Sam hadn't called me…” “Sam called you?” Sam was one of the friends they had made at the sex parties. He had probably seen him and informed Carson about it. But why did Carson look so agitated? “You didn’t have to worry about me. I'm doing okay. Besides, no one can try shit with me. I’m a bodguard, remember?” Carson sighed heavily and dropped to his knees, holding his hands and kissing them again. Raymond was surprised by his actions. Why was he doing this? “I was worried, Raymond. Don't do this again.” “Why are you so worried? It's not like anything happened.” “It's because I care about you. I can’t let any of these bitches here take you away from me!” “Umm…I'm not sure what you mean, but…” “You know what I mean. I care for you, Raymond.” Carson rose to his feet. Raymond w
Bianca wrapped her legs around her husband's waist as he moved up and down, taking her dick, their cum dripping on the soft rug. Their actions had ignited a fire in Raymond's body, and he had felt so good watching them fuck. He was hard and he took out his cock, masturbating and watching them at the same time. So much so that he felt like joining them. As Bianca and her husband kissed, his lips traveling to his breasts, Raymond stroked his cock faster. When Ben and his wife were done, Raymond quickly put his dick back in his pants and returned to the room and pretended to be asleep. For days and even months after that, Raymond could not stop thinking about it. he loved watching it, and he wanted to watch it again. But it was sinful, so he pushed the thought to the back of his head. So, was Carson telling the truth? Did he have a sexual voyeur after all? Yet he could not be so sure. “How can I be so sure?” “Would you like to be sure?” Carson said with a smirk.
But Raymond did not listen. He twirled his tongue inside his ass, tasting every bit of him. He spat inside his ass. Carson closed his eye, stifling his moan. Raymond soon took out his tongue and inserted his finger into Carson ’s ass again. Carson gasped as he did that, closing his eyes as Raymond thrusted his thick fingers into him. He then placed the second finger, causing his to moan again. He was feeling so good. Raymond hand curved to find his sweet spot. He pressed it causing Carson to tremble with pleasure. He grinded his ass against his fingers. “Yes! There! That! There! Just one more! Nigh! Ah!” Raymond massaged Carson’s cock as well with the other hand , driving Carson mad. He began to thrust in and out of him, pumping his fingers harder inside as he leaned closer, devouring Carson ’s mouth. Carson convulsed with pleasure, his legs shaking in the air from the sweet sensations.◆◆◆◆ Time passed and Carson’s father’s men soon rescued them. At the time, they ha
As the storm raged on outside, Raymond and Carson huddled together in the cave, trying to warm each other up. They had been there for hours, and the cold was starting to take its toll. Carson , who had been quiet for a while, suddenly spoke up. "We need to find a way to secure ourselves for the night," he said, his voice shaking with cold. "This storm isn't going to pass anytime soon." Raymond nodded, and together they started to gather rocks and branches to create a makeshift barrier against the wind and rain. As they worked, they talked about their lives, their dreams, and their fears. As the night wore on, they found themselves getting closer and closer, until finally, they were sitting right next to each other. It was then that Raymond turned to Carson and kissed him. It was a soft, gentle kiss, but it was enough to spark a passion that had been building all night. As the storm raged on outside, they made love in the cave again, their bodies warm and entwined. It was