Hakim was every girl's dream at Northwest High, and every guy's role model. He was hot, smart, popular, romantic and all, and every girl's dream was to get laid by him. He was living the dream life, but he had one single problem; Dante. Dante was the complete vice versa of Hakim. Soft, gentle, unnoticed, innocent, and these traits drew Hakim's heart towards him, and for that reason, Hakim hated him. He hated his lingering gazes and admiring glances, and he hated that he felt the need to hold him, to protect him, and for that reason he resolved to torment Dante, making his high school days unbearable. Dante was forever scarred by him, and his heart broke into pieces. Now, years later, after the two drifted apart, going on to their two separate worlds, Dante builds an image for himself, he is no longer the timid, innocent boy he was back at Northwest High, but is now a top corporate lawyer in the industry, and a fine one at that. What happens when he is hired by a law firm and finds out that his boss is no other person but Hakim? What will evolve as mysteries unfold and actual truth gets told?
View More“ Yes, what can I help you with?” The Stiles guy said, inspecting us through the windshield he called glasses. They were just enormous for his eyes, and they seemed pretty heavy too. His ears were surely lifting a ton of weight just by holding those glasses up, and another thing; he wasn't Cole, but had an uncanny resemblance to him. “ Have you prepared the digital files that Mr Mali would be needing for the trial this morning?” Galinda asked, stopping right in front of him and placing one of her hands on her hip and the other on his desk. “ Mr Mali has a case this morning?” He asked, bewildered, his almost shut eyes taking a wider width that should have been normal. He indeed looked so much like Cole. He was chubby, but in a sexy kind of way, cleanly cut, hairy, but not too much, with visible dimples on his cheeks. “ No, he's going to the hospital this morning, and probably, when he gets back, he's going to be carrying with him, the little baby that he gave birth to”, Galind
“ Good morning Mr Mali”, I said, still sitting, not even giving a shit about what he might think or how he would feel, “ to what do I owe this August visit?” “ Good morning Dan…. Oh, Mr Davis. I'm sure Galinda must've informed you that you'll be training under me”, he said, looking as dashing as a character out of a fictional book, his hair neatly tucked, his suit nicely worn, with the bridges as straight as the owner. “ Yes she did”, I said, looking up at him, and I hated it. It felt as if I was little, as if I was technically a child looking up to him. I should've really stood up, now I regret it. “ Okay. I have a case by 11:00 AM, so Galinda will help you prepare everything I would be needing for the case”. “ Okay sir”, I brought my face down immediately, opening my laptop and peering into it with no reason in particular. I had expected him to leave after delivering his message, but he still stood there for what seemed like two minutes, staring at me as I stared into my c
Dante's POV He was a good kisser. Basil. He was technically the best kiss I had in a while. His tongue glided into my mouth, searching for the unknown, seeking humble dominance, and I allowed it as it penetrated, while sucking at my lower lip. He tasted sweet, not sweet like honey or ice cream, but sweet like an over diluted orange juice. I pushed him against the bed and mounted on top of him, taking control as I moved to his neck, sucking on his hickey spot. He moaned in pleasure, that masculine sound that usually seemed strong and impenetratable sounding vulnerable all of a sudden, and I relinquished in that knowledge; I had him right where I wanted him. He turned me over and took over, kissing every inch of my body as he trailed down. He took my nipple into his mouth and did wonders with it. He wasn't biting on it, and he wasn't also just sucking it, it was like a combination of both, and the feeling made me cringe and chuckle as I grabbed his hair. He worked on both nipp
Hakim's POV I was able to recognize Dante even before I could recognize my own mother. That was how attached we were as babies, and substantially grew up, bonded together as children. He was always this tiny looking human being that was always frail and fragile, looking like something that could be snapped into two. But the more frail and fragile he looked, the more I felt the burning need to protect him, to shield him. I remember when we were still in kindergarten. Mom had dropped me off at his place to go get some groceries and stuff. He was intensely watching SpongeBob SquarePants, his whole being engrossed in the television. His mom came out of the kitchen and did some ranting about him being addicted to SpongeBob before taking the remote control and turning it off, making him to start crying. His cries almost made me go crazy, and as little as I was, maybe at five or six years old, I waged war against his mother, following her to the kitchen and beating her legs with my lit
“ Well, well, well, if it isn't Dante Davids? How are you doing pal?” He asked, a smirk on his face, one that I felt the urgent need to slap off. I just stood there, staring in disbelief, refusing to believe my own eyes. “ Why don't you guess how I'm doing?” I said, overcome by the need to shove him off. “ You definitely do not look bad”, he said and I inhaled and exhaled sharply just to calm down, “ I thought it was you when I saw the name on the job application but I didn't want to believe it, but here you are Dante”, there was a glint in his eyes. “ In status quo”, I said, my head throbbing, my heart pounding so loudly that I feared that he could hear it. “ Don't mind me, you actually look great. Like, I'm totally mesmerized”, he said and I couldn't help but wonder why he of all people should be mesmerized by the person I was. I guess I didn't turn out as bad as he had hoped. “ You still look the same, like the corky hot asshole you were”, I said and immediately wond
Eight years later……………….. I rolled over to my side and looked at the person right next to him. Judging from how he snored, his chest rising in tide with his breath, he was still in a deep state of slumber. That meant that I could leave the room without him noticing. I looked at the wall clock and the long clock hand immediately merged with the short clock hand - it was 12:00 AM, I had to get out of there. Hold on, I know what you're thinking, Dante you're such a slut, well, guess what? I deserve it. I had come a long way since high school. I was no longer the thin, soft, bony, nerd who looked like he could get blown away by the wind. I worked so hard to change that image of mine, to change from the old Dante to the Dante I was; the new Dante. I constantly worked out to give myself that physique I wanted, and I locked myself away from ever falling in love with anyone. If love was in the air, I would hold my breath and rather suffocate than breath in the stupid love that was in
Dante's POV Hakim stared at me with his green eyes full of disgust. Those emerald green eyes that I loved so much were now cold and icy. He hated me with all his guts, and he never failed to show that with every little chance he got. “ Fag”, he hissed. He couldn't get creative with his abusive names. It usually made me feel obligated to sit him down and teach him how to properly use abusive names. “ What did I do this time, Hakim?” I asked, trying so hard to keep my composure as his eyes bored into mine. Some students walked past us and saw what was happening, but the terror in their eyes could only allow them to stare at the whole thing from afar off. “ I'll tell you what you did”, Hunter interjected, “ I saw you staring at our dicks in the locker room, and it wasn't your first time doing it, you fucking pervert”, he spat on my face. “ Spare me the crap. You guys flatter yourselves too much, they wasn't even much to stare at”, I said as I wiped the spit off my face, trying
Dante's POV Hakim stared at me with his green eyes full of disgust. Those emerald green eyes that I loved so much were now cold and icy. He hated me with all his guts, and he never failed to show that with every little chance he got. “ Fag”, he hissed. He couldn't get creative with his abusive names. It usually made me feel obligated to sit him down and teach him how to properly use abusive names. “ What did I do this time, Hakim?” I asked, trying so hard to keep my composure as his eyes bored into mine. Some students walked past us and saw what was happening, but the terror in their eyes could only allow them to stare at the whole thing from afar off. “ I'll tell you what you did”, Hunter interjected, “ I saw you staring at our dicks in the locker room, and it wasn't your first time doing it, you fucking pervert”, he spat on my face. “ Spare me the crap. You guys flatter yourselves too much, they wasn't even much to stare at”, I said as I wiped the spit off my face, trying...
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