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August“You can’t be serious! This has got to be some kind of horrible fucking joke!” I’m practically screaming into my phone, pacing around the room as I talk with Jeff Carpenter, the general manager at Hayes Mansion. “Do you realize how much of my life I’ve dedicated to that fucking place? You can’t do this to me, Jeff!”Jeff sighs deeply. “Look, Cole. It's not my decision—the higher-ups at Hilton have been crystal clear. COVID has hit us hard. Nobody’s booking luxury hotels right now, and any department making less than fifty percent profit has to go. I fought to keep you as long as possible, but your team’s been below thirty percent profitability for three straight months. My hands are tied.”His voice softens slightly. “For what it’s worth, when things bounce back, your job is waiting for you. I’m not hiring anyone but you when we reopen.”That mollifies me a little, but not enough. “I appreciate that, Jeff. But what the hell am I supposed to do until then? No one knows when this
I’m incredibly thankful Kent is with me after that shitty layoff call. This gym trip is exactly what I need to stop myself from spiraling completely. Trevor was fine lending us the keys—as long as we brought him a case of beer.Neither of us felt like stopping at the liquor store, but I knew the Mansion had plenty of imported beer stashed away. So yeah, I had no problem dropping by and grabbing a case.What were they gonna do—fire me again?During the drive, I fill Kent in on everything Jeff said. How devastated my crew would be, how some of them wouldn’t have many options. It infuriates me all over again just talking about it, and eventually, I have to stop before I punch a hole through the dashboard of Kent’s car.When we finally get to Trevor’s place, I remember what a hypochondriac he is. He refuses to even open the door, instead leaving the keys on the porch with instructions to spray the beer box down with bleach. Fauci says it doesn’t do shit, but whatever makes the guy feel saf
I am bored. Like, pull-my-hair-out, scream-into-a-pillow bored. Being unemployed is definitely not for me, especially stuck in this apartment 24/7. I’m going absolutely stir-crazy. I hate watching TV unless it's p**n, and I only browse online to keep up with recipes or food trends. When I'm not working, I’m surfing, hiking, biking, or playing tennis. I thrive on social interaction, cooking, and being outdoors. This situation is torture—I literally have nothing to do.I must be annoying the hell out of Kent, but surprisingly, he's been pretty chill about everything. Probably because of all the sex we're having. Turns out Kent loves when I channel my frustration into thoroughly fucking him—in the morning, at lunchtime, before bed. He might actually be a bigger sex addict than I am.Something unexpected happened recently, though: Kent started sleeping in my bed every night. Initially, this was strictly a friends-with-benefits arrangement. He was clear from the start—this was about helping
(December)I stare at the Excel spreadsheet on my laptop, running a frustrated hand through my hair. The numbers glaring back at me aren’t good—not even close. My budget is shrinking at an alarming rate, especially with Christmas just around the corner.The second I got laid off, I canceled every subscription I could spare. Losing Men’s Health and Next Door Studios sucked, but I can find fitness content online—and besides, I have my own personal nympho sharing my bed every night. Who needs to watch p**n when Kent’s willing and eager to let me do anything I want to him? He’s a goddamn freak and I love it.We have a rooftop garden—something a few neighbors and I started several years ago—so I can stretch the food budget a bit by pickling and canning our produce. But even with all these adjustments, my savings are dwindling fast. If something doesn't change soon, I’ll be totally screwed.I can’t ask my parents for help. They’d just insist I move back home, pandemic or not. They’d mail me
When Cole had his little mini panic attack about money, all I wanted to do was pull him into my arms and fix everything. It’s what I seem to want more and more lately—just making Cole happy.It’s…weird. We’ve been friends ever since we became roommates, and yeah, we’ve had plenty of good times. But this sudden urge to protect him, care for his feelings as much as his body? That’s completely new territory.Well, okay, maybe not completely new. I felt something similar when I thought Stephen and I were in love. But that’s absolutely not what’s happening here. I’m definitely not falling in love with Cole. Absolutely not. We made our arrangement perfectly clear: strictly friends with benefits.I just really enjoy spending time with him. Always have. He’s hilarious, charming, smart, and devastatingly sexy. And the sex? Fucking mind-blowing. The man has the biggest cock I’ve ever personally encountered, and he knows how to use it (add claps between each word for emphasis!).Sure, it probably
Kent’s been heading into Zoom’s headquarters for several hours each day, acting as my personal advertisement. By the end of my first week catering lunches, everyone at Zoom had signed up for at least two meals per week. Now, by the end of January, I’m catering Zoom’s Friday lunches, the bank downstairs on Thursdays, providing dinners multiple times a week for our entire apartment building, and getting inquiries from nearby offices.It’s amazing—and busy. I’ve even rehired two kitchen crew members for deliveries and a sous-chef to assist with prep and packaging on busy days. Money’s flowing again—not quite what it was, but definitely enough to relieve stress. And it’s getting better each week.I still personally deliver Zoom’s lunches. They took the first chance on me, and it feels right to stay connected. Plus, if I’m being honest, I love getting to see Kent during the day.Yeah... about Kent.I’m completely, hopelessly falling for the man. Badly. It’s getting harder and harder to reme
It takes about twenty minutes to get from Zoom’s headquarters back to our apartment. Kent follows closely behind, parking next to me, and is already at my door before I can even unfasten my seatbelt. He jerks the car door open, immediately leaning in to kiss me fiercely.A deep moan escapes me as his tongue slips into my mouth. His fingers knot tightly in my hair while his other hand wraps gently but firmly around my throat, and heat rushes straight to my cock.Kent pulls back just enough to whisper against my lips. "What’s gotten into you?" I gasp, breathless and grinning, not complaining one bit.“You,” Kent growls, his eyes dark and filled with raw hunger. “Seeing you in that fucking chef’s coat, those tight jeans hugging your ass. Your arms, so jacked from working out. God, Cole—you’re tan, scruffy, sexy as fuck, and all I can think about is your big cock stretching me open."He holds my gaze as he hurriedly unbuttons and unzips my jeans, releasing my already throbbing cock.“Fuck,
(April 2021)My phone buzzes on the coffee table, Jeff Carpenter’s name flashing across the screen. I hold it up, tilting it toward Kent, who gives me a puzzled glance.“What does Jeff want?” Kent asks, pausing the movie we've been watching, comfortably cuddled together with the garlic-parmesan popcorn I'd made.“No clue,” I shrug. Kent grabs the empty bowl, disappearing toward the kitchen as I answer the call. “Jeff?”“Cole! Great to hear your voice, buddy. I've missed having you around here,” Jeff’s voice booms enthusiastically.I raise an eyebrow, bemused. Missed me? Jeff was always friendly enough, but we weren't exactly friends. He laid me off, let my entire team go, and I haven't heard from him in a year. Forgive me if I'm not feeling the warm fuzzies.I keep my tone neutral. “Hey, Jeff. What's going on? Something you need?”He ignores my subtle brush-off, pushing forward smoothly. “We’re finally getting the restaurant back up and running. Of course, I immediately thought of you—
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I’m standing outside the girls’ apartment—our old apartment—with a picnic basket of baked goods and a cooler full of drinks, fruit, and toppings. I brought muffins, cinnamon rolls, danishes, cinnamon raisin bread, and fresh bagels.Okay, I went a little overboard. I can admit that. I’m just so fucking anxious, I don’t know what to do with myself.I was already awake when Andie’s text came through last night, replaying everything Angel had said to me earlier. I’d been scrolling through old photos of Andie and Jaime, staring at all the joy I used to have. I miss them so damn much. It took losing them to understand exactly how badly I’d fucked up.I didn’t even hesitate. I texted back immediately that I’d bring breakfast.And for the first time in a while, I fell asleep without any trouble.Granted, it was only for a few hours—I had to make deliveries at the bakery this morning—but I got there early, dropped everything off, and grabbed the best of the morning’s offerings for them.Now I’v
I’ve been tossing and turning in bed all night after listening to everything Angel and Maddie said tonight.“You three belong together.”“He loves you.”“He wants you back.”“What do you have to lose if you do call him?”I know what my heart wants. I also know what my heart is afraid is going to happen. How can I allow him to possibly hurt me—us—all over again?What’s the definition of insanity? Doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result? Wouldn’t it be insane to let him back into our lives and hope it ends differently?Angel and Marta have both said he’s reduced his hours at the business. That they’ve hired new people. That he’s learned his lesson. Could it be true? Could he really have changed for us, even if he didn’t think we’d ever come back?I don’t know.We’ve been in bed since midnight, and it’s now 3 a.m. With a huge sigh, I get up and grab my robe, tying it tightly around me. I can’t lay here any longer. And if I keep shifting, I’m going to wake
Jaime and I go about making dinner in silence. We’re a well-oiled machine at this point, moving easily around each other in our kitchen. Angel and her partner Maddie are coming over tonight for dinner and to play cards.It’s something we started back in college with Angel—a weekly card game. Each week, someone picks the game we play, and once a year, each of us is supposed to introduce a new card game. We use candy and snack foods for any games that require betting. It’s more about hanging out and having fun than anything else.Maddie and Angel have been very careful about who they let into their circle, as have we, so we all feel comfortable being around each other, even with COVID still going on.Unfortunately, this is how much of our life has been since Jorge left: a silent orbit around each other. We hold each other through the tears and the pain, but we don’t really talk.I mean, what’s there to say?We’re enough for each other—but not for the man we love.It hurts. And we’re grie
“Angel, do you have tomorrow’s shipment of bread all packaged? Carmello’s needs the delivery an hour early. I’d like to be able to have everything on rolling carts so I can just load up the trucks the second I get here,” I call to Angel.When she first started working with me, I had brought Angel on just as a delivery driver. But over the last two months, I have consciously tried to pull myself back from the business, and I’ve made Angel a partner. We have three drivers, a part-time baker, and two part-time packagers. I’ve cut my hours back so that I’m working nine-hour days, as opposed to the sixteen-hour days I was working before.The only reason that I’m driving tomorrow is because our early morning guy took the day off. Otherwise, I’ve even built in Wednesdays and Sundays as days off.“Yes, everything’s all ready. Just waiting for the last batch to finish cooling before we get it packaged. I’ll get that done in the next hour,” Angel tells me.I let out a huge sigh. “Ok. I’m heading
It’s been a week since our last interaction with Jorge. We’ve been communicating via text and notes left at the apartment. The morning after our breakup, Jorge was gone before Andie and I even woke up. He’d packed a bag and left a note saying he’d be in and out while we were at work over the coming week.He’s moving into an apartment over his parents’ restaurant. It used to be his dad’s office, and over the years, various family members have crashed there when they were in the doghouse with their wives or girlfriends.Not a bad place—but not exactly the kind of space you’d expect someone with a thriving business to live in. Still, with COVID still bad, Jorge decided to stay somewhere only family had been. Said it was safer.Trying to decide what belongs to who over text is awful.I’d honestly thought Jorge was the one. The guy I’d spend the rest of my life with. When we added Andie into our lives, it felt perfect. For a while.So we bought everything together—TV, couch, microwave. Even
In that way that grief between people who love each other will sometimes turn sexual, when Jorge turns to Jaime and kisses her, she kisses him back.I lean in and kiss the side of his face. He turns toward me and—God—it feels good to kiss him. I’ve missed him so damn much. It’s been too damn long.Jaime brings his mouth back to hers, their kiss hungry and desperate. My hands go to the bottom of the hoodie he’s wearing and I rip it off of him.Jaime finds his mouth again, and I lean down, licking his nipples. He groans into Jaime’s mouth, his body tensing in arousal. He loves having his nipples played with. At the same time, I rake my nails down his abs.Jorge pulls back from Jaime’s mouth to look down at me. “Please. I need you both.” His voice is so full of need.I look at Jaime, asking if she’s okay with this. Because this is going to be an end, not a reconciliation. But I want this. I need him.Jaime nods, both of us catching the motion.Jorge surges from the chair, knocking it to t
Andie looks between Jaime and me, and I can tell she immediately understands what’s going on. She’s always had that ability—to take in a situation at a glance and know exactly what’s happening. I guess that’s what makes her such a good programmer.And an expert at calling me on my bullshit.Ever since the day I triggered Jaime’s meltdown, Andie’s been more distant with me. I think she realized that, even though the promises I made to her and Jaime were heartfelt, they weren’t ones I could keep.The time I managed to get after that? It felt more like it was for Jaime’s benefit than for Andie’s. As introverted and quiet as she appears, Andie doesn’t take shit from anyone.She gave me more rope than I deserved. And I guess I finally used it to hang myself.“How far are we into this conversation?” Andie asks calmly.I blink at her, caught off guard by how level her voice is.Jaime answers instead. “I told him he’s not treating us like priorities. That the last chance we gave him was the la
I’m sitting on the couch flipping through TV channels when Jorge walks in. It’s been two days since our failed date night, and this is the first time I’ve seen him for more than a passing second. He’s dressed in sweats and a tank top, hair wet from a shower—he must’ve just come back from a run.Andie and I have been sleeping in her old room ever since that night. With the hours he’s been keeping, I don’t really know what he’s up to anymore.Honestly? I don’t know if I can even muster the energy to care. Every time I try, it just ends up hurting.“Hey…” Jorge says tentatively, sitting on the arm of the couch.I glance over. “Hey,” I reply, then turn my attention back to the TV.“Um… where’s Andie?” he asks, like he’s not sure what to say.“Doctor’s appointment and then grocery shopping.” My responses aren’t angry—just short. I give the remote a voice command to switch to N*****x and start scrolling through options, skipping past the show I actually want to watch.Shadow and Bone. Can’