"Doesn't it bother you?" I blurted out right there and then, having been asking myself that question since the night we slept together. I was curious, but I'd been obviously avoiding him. "What? That you're the heir to the Siren-" "That I'm trans," I said. I could care less about what he think of me being a Sirenio by blood. "T-That I'm a trans...man," "Does it bother you that I'm bisexual?" he asked me. I hadn't expected that response. Not when I'm having mixed feelings about all of this. "Does it?" he probed, closing what's left of the space between. His scent and warmth envelopes me as I'm caged between him and the sink. I shook my head. "Use your words, Miles," he said running his finger over my bottom lip. I shuddered at the sensation it brought to my body. "You were so good with those, that night," I sucked in a sharp breath. I looked away, and his touch disappeared immediately. "It was a mistake," I whispered, my heart racing. "What...happened was a-" "I don't do mistakes, Miles," Mr Stark said guiding my eyes back to his. "You should know that by now," I let out a shaky breath when his thumb found my bottom lip again. "Does it bother you that I want to fuck you right now?"
View More“Sweet boy,” I looked up at Mr Stark. “Relax,” he says quietly. “Everything’s going to be okay,” I willed myself to believe his words. “They agreed to meet us. That’s a good thing,” he nodded, his thumb caressing my face ever so gently. “Take deep breaths and relax, alright?” I tried to follow his instructions to no avail. One look outside the restaurant and I was ready to bolt. Did I mention they’re not even here yet? “Mr Stark, what if this is a bad idea?” I said gripping his hand tightly. “I shouldn’t have brought you here. What if they hurt you?” “I’m not going to let you do this on your own, okay?” he said. “We’re going to be fine,” I find myself scoffing quietly, looking outside the window for the millionth time since we got here, fifteen minutes ago. Why they wanted to meet in an open public place, I have no idea. And I won’t dare question them either. “It’s quite funny that I’m basically leading my first love right to death,” I rambled under my
“So,” I willed myself to relax as Mr Stark kissed my bare skin. I swallowed back a moan, gripping the sides of the table. “You’re telling me that you adopted someone as old as you?” I laughed, moaning when he nipped my sensitive area. “I didn’t adopt him,” I corrected, finally wrapping myself around him. “I’m just his legal guardian,” I breathed out, struggling to explain when he’s making me feel so good. I was already damping my panties. “They deemed him unsafe and dangerous at the orphanage. I had to pull some strings to get them to let him to stay. He had nowhere else to go. Part of the deal was finding him a legal guardian and since I was eighteen, I did it,” I cussed under my breath, my whole-body tingling from the sensation his lips provided. He pulled back all too soon, eyeing me with a glint in his eyes. I couldn’t decipher what it meant, but it made me feel tingly, nonetheless. “You are amazing, you know that?” he says quietly that I can’t help but gas
I’ve heard stories about the kind of love that is so crazy it only exists in the books. The love that only the elders know of. The young generation had been on the mission to drown themselves in booze, money and sex. Sadly, I’d been a victim of that. But never in my life would I have come across this vast feeling that is taking over me right now. After all, falling in love is crazy but amazing. Why crazy? If you ask, I’d give you an example of my own. I’ve been sitting here, listening to Miles, his best friend and the Korean guy who literary came out of nowhere bicker about Mafia, death and everything in between. Usually, the cowards run the other way. I want it all. I want it all if I’ll get Miles in the end. There’s no way I’m dropping everything because of an impending doom. There’s no way I’m the same man I was before I slept with Miles. There’s no possible way I belong to myself anymore. Miles owns every inch of me and the more I realise that,
“Hi Gogo,” I greeted quietly, sitting down on the grass. I brushed away all the dead leaves and dirt, cringing at how I’d made a mistake of not coming here sooner. “Sorry I haven’t visited you in two months,” I said, swallowing back a lump in my throat. “Things have been…hectic lately,” I said taking out the old, withered flowers from the vase, replacing them. “Not to worry though. It’s nothing I can’t handle though,” I said smiling as I sat back down when the tombstone looked as presentable as possible. “I miss you Gogo,” I admitted quietly. “Things were so much easier and peaceful when you were with me,” “They know,” I said quietly. “They found me, and they know who I am,” I picked at the hoodie strings. “My father wants me dead, apparently,” I let out a humourless laugh. “I don’t even know why. It’s not like I’m a threat to him, you know,” “It’s crazy, isn’t it grandma?” I looked at her grave, a heavy feeling settling in my chest. I mis
I feel like I’ve known Miles longer than I have. Whilst I’ve never paid attention to him before, I know how much he’d imprinted on me. Since the day he came in for his interview. I’d been impressed by him more than I was with all other candidates. He knew his work and he was precise with his responses to my questions. What stood out for me, as I’ve just realised, is how calm the man is. How calm and collected. The man knew every step he took, and he was confident in it. He knew his work. It’s one of the reasons why I’d trusted him as my PA. I didn’t have to worry about anything. He’d gone above and beyond. His calmness had become my own calmness. I’ve been calmer than I usually was in the last three years, because I know I was in good hands. And all I’ve ever known is the Miles that is calm and collected. That’s who I knew. Seeing him now, in this state, is somehow rattling up my walls. I don’t know what
I’m jolted awake when a phone rings somewhere around me. I blinked my eyes open, coming face to face with a sleeping Indra, nestled into my chest. I looked around at the bright unfamiliar room. When my mind finally registered where I was, I groaned, turning to my nightstand where my phone is still ringing. “Miles,” Indra’s muffled voice murmurs silently. “Phone,” “I got it,” I said reaching for it. It’s just a little after three and when I see Mr Stark’s name on the screen, my confusion intensified. “Hello?” I answered as quietly as I can. “Hey,” he says softly. “I’m sorry. I woke you up,” he said. “Is there something wrong?” I inquired, shifting a little. Indra moved away from me so I could sit up. “No, uh…” I frowned at the hesitating in his voice. “Everything’s fine. I’m just, uh,” there’s silence for a few moments and for a moment, panic grips me thinking he’d been attacked or so
The calm before the storm. The last six years of my life had been the calm before the storm. This storm. It’s happening again. No matter how much I try, I cannot escape my past. It always finds me. Just when I let my guard down, it comes back. The voices around me are a blur, so are the movements, as I sat on the floor, leaning against the wall opposite my open apartment. The door’s completely knocked off and they’d turned my place upside down. I clutched the family heirloom in my left hand, silently fuming, but also scared. Scared that the demons had followed me here. The demons were back to haunt me. They found me. I’d been so scared thinking the worst thing had happened to my best friend, Indra. It was all I could think about, and I couldn’t for the life of me calm myself until she was in my arms. I’d held onto her like my life depended on it until she managed to calm me down.
Me: Wear something nice today, sweet boy. I need something to look forward to. I stared at the screen for a good minute or two before dragging myself out of bed. I’m almost to the bathroom door when my phones beeps with an incoming message. The race back to the bed is ridiculous but I don’t bother looking into it. Sweet Boy: Does something good include a certain white lace piece I got yesterday? “Fucking hell,” I jumped, spinning on the spot. Why did I fucking think Miles was innocent? Sweet Boy: My work clothes are pretty basic. Unless you want me to spice it up a little bit. My fingers are fumbling on the screen faster than I can think of my next response. Me: Humour me, sweet boy. When he doesn’t answer after a minute, I decided to hit the shower. I let the water run while I did my morning routine. Looking down at my morning wood, I groaned. “You better behave today.
“So what now?” I asked quietly, looking outside as the world carried on like nothing has changed in my life. I’m sitting here, in my own bubble and…quite frankly, I don’t want it to end. I turned to Mr Stark, ignoring the fact that he knew where my apartment was, without me directing him. It is now five in the evening and the sky is darkening, signalling the end of the day. I feel like a love-struck teenager, coming home after a walk in the part, with my new significant other behind the wheel. The nerves haven’t stopped kicking. Not since Mr Stark’s declaration. We’ve spent the last three hours together either making out or arguing about anything and everything. In those three hours, I’ve learnt that Mr Stark is a touchy person. He denies the fact that he is a very physical person, and we came to the conclusion that he’s only like with his significant other. In this case, me. His words not mine. During the last three hours, I got snippet of our first night together. He ha
“Miles, get up,” I groaned when someone shook me awake. “Miles, you’re going to be late for work,” “Five minutes,” I mumbled, hugging the pillow underneath me. The pillow moved, shifting. “Hey babe, you’ll be late for work if you don’t get up anytime now. It’s already 6:15,” I heard a male voice, accompanied by a shivering caress on my thigh. I frowned, peeling one eye open. “Oh Shit!” I jolted up, looking at the person sleeping on my bed. “Who the fuck are you?” I inquired, grabbing the sheets to cover myself. He flashed me an easy smile, sitting up. The sheets slid down his body, revealing a tattooed chest. “Come on, you brought me here, Miles,” he said reaching for me. I swatted his hand away, shifting to the edge of the bed. Fuck. How the hell did I get here? What is this dude doing here? Who even is he? “Miles, what’s wro-“ I jumped when my phone rang. Turning to the nightstand, my phone flashed, showing Indra’s name. I picked it up. “I hope you’re awake,” was the fir...
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