After a very long class, the day finally ended and I couldn't have been more happy about it. The last class was communication, and the professor taking the class had no interest in teaching us anything or had the ability to communicate properly. Ironic for a communication professor. It was my first time in his class, he took classes while I was in London, and the other two professors who were taking the classes of communication, were amazing. He was the only one furthest from the subject he was teaching. I couldn't believe someone who was teaching communication could be so boring. His class was monotonous and lacked any information because he kept on reading the slides instead of explaining the subtopics or clearing out doubts. I absolutely hated being in the class and couldn't even remember the last twenty minutes of his teaching. Many students fell asleep, and others left, but I, being a first bencher, had to stick till the very end. I almost bumped my head into the desk becaus
“No one's at home. We are all alone.” There was a hint of mischief in his voice that I chose to ignore, thinking about playing with him. But before I could react the way I wanted, I felt his hands making their way up my skirt. I forgot about the play and did nothing to stop him; instead, I brought our lips together and started passionately kissing him.The whole conversation with Lucas was a disaster and I needed to get it out of my head. Kissing Dev seemed to do an amazing job of making me forget about the world around me. His rough hand, full lips, and the want to taste the insides of my mouth made me give up on everything. I forgot to breathe as he pressed me against the wall and pulled the neck of my top down, exposing my cleavage more. He gave me a small peck on the lips before his head went down and he started licking my cleavage. Then he grabbed both of my breasts, pushing them up such that his face was buried between them. “Let me get the top off.” I raised my arms so that
“DEV!!”If someone was home, I was sure they might have heard me; I was that loud. I wasn't sure exactly what he did because I couldn't see him doing it, but I felt him raising my clit and he used his index finger and thumb on either side of it. Then, instead of licking up and down, like he was normally doing, he went from side to side—across the clit and the clitoral hood. “Are you crazy? Not that loud,” he said, standing up, and I was able to see the proud smile on his lips. “Pray that no one is in the home because if there is someone, they might be running right now to get in the room.” “No one's home, relax. We didn't hear any car pulling in the driveway, and truly, it's your fault,” I replied, trying to cross my legs, but he parted them again and got back on his knees. “You should have warned me before doing that. I wasn't expecting it, and it came out of nowhere.” His glasses were gone and that made me feel hotter than before. He smirked, and God, I hated the haughty look o
Waking up after what I can only explain as the best climax of my life, felt like resurfacing from a deep, dreamless sea in which I was lost for years, but something pulled me to the shore. I felt fresh, a new version of myself as if there was a Katherine that existed before Dev's tongue fucked me—a tired, sad and pathetic girl who didn't know what a real orgasm felt like. Then there was me, a better version of the same girl, the one who had experienced the heaven of being teased and tasted, the one who had undergone the forbidden release. My head felt lighter, my mood was chirpier, and I could feel my heart was functioning better than ever. I felt like a princess in the Disney movie, waking up to a whole new world. I stretched my arms and tried to notice how amazing the things around me felt. Everything in the room seemed to be better than how they were when I entered with Dev. The first thing I noticed was how soft the sheets felt against my cold skin, and the second thing was tha
The moment Caspian entered the kitchen, the air around us shifted. He moved with his usual confidence and cockiness, his footsteps were measured and deliberate, the kind that made it impossible to ignore his presence. He looked at us, not trying to hide that he knew about us. I could see it in his eyes that he was waiting for me to say something but I kept my mouth shut. If he wasn't going to address it, I wasn't got to either. I knew it was a big risk, sleeping with Dev, but I didn't regret that. “I hope I am not disturbing anything,” he teased carrying the mischievous glint in his eyes. “Don't mind me, I'll be out in a minute. You guys could carry on with whatever you were doing.” “Caspian,” Dev started but was at a loss of words. I felt sad seeing him like that but I didn't know what to say to make him feel better. On the other hand, I didn't want to complicate things between me and Caspian either. I knew I was getting punished for what happened, and I didn't want to extend it
It had been three days since Caspian found out about me and Dev and he was keeping his distance from me. I tried talking to him, several times, but he was in no mood to talk. He kept turning me down and I started to feel like before. He promises me he would do it, but did it once again. At one point I got tired of it too, both him and Lucas had a lot to say and promise, but neither of them could hold onto their words. I felt trapped in my head once again. I talked to Dev about it, burdened him with my problems, but he didn't see them as a burden. He asked me to give Caspian some time and talk to him after the party because he was already stressed out because of Derek. He also gave me another perspective, the one that seemed more true or maybe it was my heart telling me that it was true.He told me that maybe Caspian wasn't talking to me because he was afraid that he might let out all the stress and frustration he had over the party on her. It made me feel a little good, but the impo
The world outside my window seemed so far away, like a memory I could no longer touch. The forest stretched endlessly beyond the house, its leaves shimmering under the sun's harsh light. Normally, it might have calmed me, but today, it felt more like an accusation.I felt trapped in a jail cell, waiting for my name to be called for execution. I was trapped in my father's world of perfection, and being broken, toys had no place in his heart. But that's what I was, broken. Beyond repair. I sat in the corner of my room, knees pulled tightly to my chest, my back against the wall. The air was still, heavy with the weight of expectation. Everyone was busy with the preparations—decorations, laughter, whispers of excitement. But none of it was for me.Not really.It wasn’t about me or Harry. Dad had turned it into his event, his spectacle, just like he always did. He’d invited his business associates, his polished friends, people who’d spend the night pretending they cared about us while sip
The walk back to the house felt like dragging my feet through wet cement. The forest that was usually my refuge, had grown darker, despite it not being the evening and the trees seemed to close in around me as if urging me to turn back. Each step felt heavier than the last, but I knew I couldn’t stay out there forever.They must have noticed I was gone by now. I couldn't let them blame themselves for me. I was the broken one. Everything in me wanted to disappear completely, to melt into the shadows of the forest where no one could find me. But my heart told me that I wasn’t a ghost—I was their brother, and tonight, I was someone’s burden.The thought churned in my stomach as the lights of the house came into view, glowing warm and inviting against the deep blue of the evening.It didn’t feel like home. It never had.As I approached the edge of the forest, I spotted some people. My heart sank when I saw Kat and Dev with a torch light, their heads close together as they called my name.
“She wouldn't play with Dad like that, would she?” His question made me uncomfortable because Mom was doing exactly that. She was with Derek because of his money and she claimed he knew that too and was fine with it, but I didn't know if I could pass that information to Leo or not. Whatever agreement they had was between them, and I believed it wasn't my place to share that with his sons. Thus, I hid the truth but didn't tell him lies about Mom either. “I don't know her enough to comment about that. She hasn't been around much and you know she dated a lot of men between my Dad and yours.” “Still, she's your mother,” Leo tried to pull out any information, it was understandable that he was worried about Derek. “You must know something.” “I know that she's not the most responsible person on the planet, and didn't care about her daughter for years,” I said, remembering how I wanted to leave with her when Dad and her divorced. “Apart from that, she's just a stranger to me. I guarant
“Leo likes Kat's friend, and we just had a little disagreement about it,” Derek explained to Mom while she came to stand behind him. He was still sitting on the stool idly tracing a pattern on the marble top while trying to gather his thoughts. He looked older that morning, weighed down by the events that took place the night before. His brows were furrowed, lips pressed into a thin line, and his eyes were fixed somewhere far beyond the kitchen. “Oh! you didn't tell me about him?” Mom turned to look at Leo with curled lips. “Wait, is he the guy you've been texting recently.” Leo looked away, embarrassed. “And you told me it was someone from the class.”“You knew about it, yet didn't tell me anything?” Derek said suddenly and his voice carried that heavy, parental mix of frustration and concern. Though he didn't sound angry. “You should have told me earlier.”“I wasn't sure about it myself. Besides, I thought he was someone Kat was interested in,” she said, turning to look at me. “I
“Actually, Dad, I like Diego.” “No, you don't!” Derek almost laughed as he said those words. “You are too young to understand love.” “I'm an adult, and I'm talking about liking him and not being in love with him.” Leo walked to give Caspian a side hug and stood by his side instead of looking at Derek while he spoke. “I can do what I want.”“You don't have my permission to date some random guy you picked from the roads.” The kitchen felt like a pressure cooker, the air around us suddenly became too thick for comfort. I could feel it—the tension that hung between everyone, and how each breath sounded heavier than the last.I was standing by the island, pretending to look at the coffee mugs lined up on the shelf, but my mind was a swirl of thoughts. I could feel the shift, the quiet unease. Something was wrong, and it wasn’t just the way Derek responded to Leo, but something else was going on. I didn't know what it was, but I could feel it in my bones. The moment had been creeping u
My eyes fluttered open slowly, and I saw the sunlight streaming through the balcony in my bedroom. I groaned tiredly, my whole body was heavy with exhaustion from the previous night. For a brief, disoriented moment, I wondered if it had all been a dream—the party, the argument, the fight, the tension hanging so thick in the air it almost made me feel suffocation. My heart lurched as a thought shot through my mind. Caspian. ‘Is he still here?’ I questioned myself and turned my head quickly, scanning the room for any sign of him. The bed beside me was empty. No lingering warmth, no trace of his presence anywhere. I once again melted under the covers as a wave of relief washed over me. Though it mingled with a strange, inexplicable disappointment. I wasn’t sure which emotion was stronger; the relief of not being caught with him or the disappointment of not waking up in his arms. I touched my lips, remembering the way he kissed me in the tree house. His hands tenderly played with my
Caspian’s hand was warm as he took mine in his own and led me through the creeping shadows of the forest. The branches of the trees above us whispered secrets to each other. And our only companion in that dark night was the faint glow of moonlight filtering through the branches that swayed under the spell of the wind. The sounds of the birthday party faded behind us; the hum of voices and the music became a distant murmur that we couldn't hear anymore. I felt a strange sense of anticipation, like we were sneaking away to a place that existed just for the two of us. He stopped in front of a large oak that stood tall near their house. Its branches stretched in all directions, and the trunk was so wide that it would require at least seven people standing hand in hand to fully encircle it. The bark of the tree was rough and weathered, telling stories of countless seasons that had passed. A ladder was nailed into it, and it disappeared into the darkness above. Caspian’s lips curled
The music from the sound system thumped gently in the background, blending with the laughter and chatter that floated through the cool, soothing air of Lake Willow.The fairy lights strung along the trees cast a warm, golden glow across the boathouse and the surrounding clearing. Everything was perfect, in a way I hadn’t expected it to be. But then again, it wasn’t the beautiful decorations or the tasty cake that made the night special. It was the people—my brothers, my family—finally feeling like they had a place to just be.I watched Harry moving through the dance floor, surrounded by his friends, with joy in his eyes. He was laughing; his arms were flailing in a carefree rhythm that made me smile despite the fear of what Dad might do tomorrow, eating away my brain cells. If he decided to throw us out, I had to take care of my brothers and provide them with necessities. To most of their cards, Dad still had access, and he could freeze their account whenever he wanted; thankfully,
I already knew about the surprise party; Harry did too. The way Kat, Dev and others had tried to be subtle, sneaking around and exchanging knowing glances, was almost comical. Leo couldn't be sneaky, even if it cost him his life. I heard him speaking about the surprise on the phone more than once, while Harry guessed it seeing the way others interacted with each other. Both me and Harry figured it out days ago, but neither of us said a word to anyone. Pretending not to know felt easier than watching their faces fall, realizing all their hard work would go to waste. They wanted the day to be special—for us. Despite everything—the strained dinner conversations and the silences that cut sharper than words—we didn’t want to ruin it for them. We didn’t want to ruin their mood and take away the one thing they thought would make our day special. They were already going against Dad by planning the surprise. As we walked toward the boathouse, the air was still dense due to the argument
“A surprise?” I nodded my head, forcing a small smile. “Yeah, a surprise for you and Harry. Come with us and I promise you, it will be better than this.” He laughed, “Anything in this world is going to be better than this.” Dev looked down to lock eyes with Ian and, in a soft, love-filled voice, said, “I am sorry for not doing anything and letting you go through all of this; let me and the others show how much we love you.” “Y-you don't have to show me anything, I know,” Ian took a shaky breath and nodded before wrapping his arms around Dev. Just then, Caspian and Lucas appeared with Harry in tow. They were laughing about something, but when they noticed Dev and Ian, they stopped. A veil of confusion covered their faces as they tried to figure out what happened. “What’s going on?” Harry’s brow furrowed, and his eyes flickered between us. “Are you okay?” “Yeah, it was Alaric, forget about him,” Ian said, pulling away from Dev and then turned towards the others. “Did they
I saw Diego standing near the entrance with a small bag in his hand as I tried not to look at the people checking me out. He had a tense smile on his lips and looked lost, I almost laughed seeing him looking for me. He pulled his phone out and stepped to the side, hiding away from the stolen glances he received from ladies near him. He looked sharp in the blue suit he was wearing and had his hair slicked back. My phone started to ring and I realised he was calling me. I was about to pick up the call when he looked in my direction, and our eyes met, I waved my hand, and with a faint smile, he walked towards me. He had a little jump in his steps that he was trying to hide, but when he looked at me completely, his jaw was on the grass. All the nervousness due to being in an event like that and the unease from before was gone. His eyes sparkled and I felt Caspian turning towards him. “Wow,” he said, mesmerized as he looked up and down. Weirdly, with Diego, I didn't feel creeped out li