Alexander attempted to push Elena away when his gaze fell on Marianne’s shocked expression, but he found his strength waning. The drugs coursing through his system left him physically weak and mentally clouded.His hands, gripping Elena’s hips, held her firmly as he tried to muster the little strength he had left to push her away. However, to Marianne, it looked entirely different; she saw an Alexander who seemed to be enjoying having sex with his ex-girlfriend.As if to complicate things further, Elena pressed her ass against his d*ck, eliciting an involuntary groan from him."That's it, honey, moan for me," Elena muttered, increasing her pace.The intensity of the sensation was overwhelming, heightened by the drugs' potent effects.Marianne stood frozen in the doorway, her eyes wide with disbelief. She couldn’t comprehend what was unfolding before her. How could Alexander allow this to happen?Elena chuckled softly, enjoying the reaction on Marianne's face as she continued her relen
Marianne stood still as Jayson kissed her. The unexpected gesture from Jayson had caught her off guard, shattering the carefully constructed barriers. She didn’t move, couldn’t react. Her body froze, her arms limp at her sides. Her mind, however, was a storm of chaos. She was barely processing what was happening before her tears began to fall. It wasn’t Jayson she was thinking about, not his lips on hers or his hands cupping her face. Her thoughts were with Alexander. The bitter replay of what she had seen moment ago. Why didn’t he push Elena away? Why had he held her waist, his hands lingering as though they belonged there? The memory played over and over in her mind like a cruel movie reel, and every time she thought of it, her heart cracked a little more. Alexander didn’t look drunk when she saw him. There had been no signs of clumsiness, no glassy eyes to suggest he wasn’t in control. He had seemed fine...completely fine.Her tears kept falling, hot and relentless, blurring
Dylan watched Michael sleep, a soft smile playing on his lips. Michael had looked completely worn out earlier, saying he desperately needed to rest. Yet, when Dylan had asked to keep the video call going, Michael didn’t object. Now, Dylan couldn’t take his eyes off him."He's so adorable..." Dylan whispered, his gaze fixed on the screen. He traced the shape of Michael's thick eyebrows with his finger, his heart swelling with affection."I’ll go talk to her tomorrow," he murmured, even though he knew Michael was fast asleep and couldn’t hear him. Earlier, Michael had asked him to visit Marianne and deliver an important message and he had agreed without hesitation.Leaving the phone propped up, he headed to the bathroom to take another quick shower, all while keeping the video call running.When he returned, he dressed quietly, glancing at his phone every few moments to check on Michael. He didn’t have the heart to end the call.Finally, Dylan climbed into bed, settling in under the cov
The soft chime of a notification woke Dylan, but what truly caught his attention was the faint glow of his phone screen. Michael’s face was still there, watching him with a gentle smile. “Good morning, sleepyhead,” Michael teased, his voice tender. Dylan blinked and groaned, realizing he’d fallen asleep on their video call as well. "You were watching me sleep? For how long?" He asked, rubbing his eyes slightly.Michael chuckled, his eyes sparkling through the screen. "An hour ago?" Michael replied. "You could have woke me up..." Dylan pouted."I couldn’t help it. You looked peaceful… and you know, so cute that I could watch you sleep all day..." Michael said with a light smile before leaning closer to the camera, pressing an exaggerated kiss to the screen. "Missed you," he murmured softly. Dylan blushed, trying to hide it by adjusting his pillow. He leaned toward his phone and blew a kiss back. "There, now we're even," he said with a playful smile. Michael laughed, his face
"Make me like you..." she said, her voice barely above a whisper. Jayson blinked, his mind racing, unsure if he’d heard her correctly."What?""I said, make me like you," she repeated, her tone more desperate this time."Anne, do you..." he began.“Please, Jayson," she pleaded, her gaze filled with anguish. "I can’t... I can’t keep feeling like this. I need to move on." A single tear slipped down her cheek. She didn't want this, but she felt she had no choice. Her heart couldn’t be made only for Alexander, could it? She needed to at least feel something for someone else.She was going to give it a try, even though she knew how difficult it would be.Jayson's jaw tightened as he searched her face, his gaze lingering on hers for a long moment. Then, without a word, he stepped closer and cupped her face in his hands."Anne..." he murmured, but before he could say more, she pulled him toward her by his shirt, crashing her lips onto his, tears flowing from her eyes, the memory of Alexander
Michael’s return to San Diego was a big event. The moment he walked out of the airport, cameras started flashing everywhere. Reporters rushed forward, shouting questions at him, but he didn’t answer any of them. Fans crowded behind barriers, screaming his name and waving signs. Some of them had their phones out, trying to take pictures or record videos. "You’ve gotten slimmer, MLD!" one fan shouted. Michael stopped and turned toward the crowd, chuckling. "Really?" he said with a playful smile, making the fans scream even louder. He waved at them again before getting into the black car waiting for him outside. As the car drove off, Michael leaned back in his seat and let out a quiet sigh, looking out the window at the familiar city. It felt good to be home. ***** Brian stood by the windowside, scrolling through the news about Michael’s return. A sly smile appeared on his face as he picked up his phone and made a call. "Michael is back, from tomorrow, tail him. I want updat
Alexander sat on the cold floor in his apartment, his back against the wall. Two empty beer bottles lay beside him, their contents long gone, but the pain in his chest still lingered. His eyes were red and puffy, tears streaking his face as quiet sobs shook his body. The sound of his phone vibrating cut through the silence. It vibrated against the floor, its screen lighting up repeatedly. At first, Alexander didn’t even glance at it. He didn’t have the energy. But when the call persisted, he sighed and reached for it. He blinked at the screen, when he saw the name 'Mom' displaying on it.For a moment, he debated letting it ring out. But something inside him told him to answer. Slowly, he swiped to pick up the call and brought the phone to his ear. "Hello?" he muttered softly."Alex?" His mom’s voice was calm, but there was concern behind it. "What’s going on? You sound terrible."The sound of her voice was too much for him. Before he knew it, he began to cry openly, holding the
The next morning, after calling Elena to come by his place with Hailey, Alexander found himself pacing the living room, his mind restless. "They’ll be here soon. What should I do next?" he wondered aloud, running a hand through his hair. His gaze shifted to the kitchen. "Breakfast," he muttered, a sudden thought sparking. He strode into the kitchen, pulling out ingredients. Cooking wasn’t something he’d ever done for her—not even once. Maybe this gesture would make his plan work. A good pretense, he thought, was the key. As he moved around the kitchen, his eyes kept darting toward the boiling pot on the stove. The scent of rosemary and garlic filled the air, but his focus wasn’t on the food—it was on the outcome. His thoughts raced as he glanced at the clock, his jaw tightening. This wasn’t something he wanted to do, but it had to be done. The sharp buzz of his phone broke through his thoughts. Alexander grabbed it from the counter and read the message: 'We’re here.' He took
Sophia stared at her phone as it buzzed relentlessly with Jayson's calls. She intentionally ignored them, her fingers lightly tapping the armrest of her chair. Letting out a deep breath, she murmured to herself, "I gave you a chance to make the right decision, Jayson, but you didn’t. Don’t blame me for any of this." Her gaze drifted to the television, the interview still playing. Marianne and Alexander’s composed demeanor annoyed her, their story plastered across every screen. "How boring," she muttered, reaching for the remote. With a quick click, the screen went dark, and the room was plunged into silence. Setting the remote aside, she leaned forward and grabbed her phone from the coffee table. After a moment's hesitation, she dialed Elena’s number. The phone barely rang once before it was answered, as if Elena had been waiting for the call for years.Sophia chuckled softly. "You picked up faster than I imagined. I can tell how you’re feeling about this.""Don’t tease me, Sophia.
"Hey, kiddo," Michael’s brother said, winking at the camera. His voice was light, but his tone carried a weight that only Michael could understand. The room was tense, with reporters leaning in, pens poised, cameras zooming closer to catch every flicker of emotion. The atmosphere was suffocating, but Michael’s mother took her seat seating tall in her chair, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. Her face carried a mixture of regret, determination, and hope. She took a deep breath, the kind that seemed to pull her soul to the surface. "I… I don’t blame my son for arresting me," she began. "I deserved it. I made mistakes, terrible mistakes. Firstly I went as far as having his boss, Marianne, arrested for kidnapping. I thought I was protecting him from her, but I wasn’t. I was wrong. I was blind to what was really happening... To his struggles, to everything."The room, once buzzing with whispers, was now silent. Even the reporters seemed captivated by her vulnerability. She swallow
The room grew heavy with silence after Dylan’s revelation. Then, as if a dam had broken, gasps and murmurs filled the broadcast. Comments flooded the live chat, scrolling faster than anyone could read, as viewers tried to process what they’d just heard. At Dylan's agency, Brian sat up straighter on the couch, his eyes glued to the screen. His brows furrowed for a moment before lifting in disbelief. The shock on his face quickly turned to amusement as the chat filled with disbelief and speculation about the dating news. "Boyfriend?" Brian muttered to himself, his voice tinged with confusion. He tilted his head, trying to make sense of it. The comments kept rolling in, shifting attention away from the purpose of the broadcast entirely. Instead of the scandal, the public had become fixated on Michael and Dylan’s relationship. "Are they saying Dylan is dating Michael?" Brian scoffed, a sharp laugh escaping him. "That’s absurd. Who’s going to believe that crap?" His laughter grew l
The moment Alexander got the news, he called Michael. His voice was tense, filled with urgency. "Michael, where's your mother staying?" Michael sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair. Emilio, seated nearby, watched him intently, his small face scrunched with worry. "I'll text you the address" Michael said, trying to keep his voice steady, though his frustration was evident. "I’ll handle things on my end. Just... stay focused. I’ll text you once I’ve sorted something out." The call ended, leaving Michael staring at his phone. Emilio’s big eyes tracked every move, and Michael gave him a faint smile, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. Before he could speak to Emilio, Michael decided to call his coach, Mr. Smith after he had sent the address to Alexander. As the line connected, he braced himself for the inevitable anger. Everyone else had already lashed out at him... would his coach be any different? But Mr. Smith’s voice was calm. "Michael, Come over to the compa
"I’ll die at this rate if we don’t… you know… 'do something'" he whispered, his voice dropping lower, his lips brushing dangerously close to hers. Marianne froze, her pulse racing at his audacity. Wasn’t it too soon for this? They hadn’t properly reconciled—at least, not in her mind. Or was she the only one unaware that they had?Her eyes narrowed slightly, but she didn’t pull away."Alex," she warned, her tone sharp, yet betraying the flutter of uncertainty in her chest.But Alexander closed the gap, capturing her lips in a soft, lingering kiss. For a moment, Marianne stayed perfectly still, her mind racing. Then, against her better judgment, she found herself responding, her resolve melting away like ice under the warmth of his touch. When he pulled back, his eyes searched hers, vulnerability etched into every line of his face. "Stay with me," he whispered, his voice barely audible. Marianne sighed, torn between her emotions and her instincts. She reached for the blanket, tu
Emilio lay on the couch, his chest rising and falling steadily as he slept. Michael walked out of the bathroom after his shower, his gaze falling on the boy. Seeing him asleep, he let out a soft sigh. "He hasn’t taken his medicine yet," he muttered, reaching for his phone. Concerned, he dialed his doctor, though it was late, and he doubted the doctor could make it. "Hello," Michael said as soon as the call connected. "Hey, Michael. Are you feeling weak again?" came the doctor’s groggy voice. "There’s a kid here I need you to check on," Michael explained. "I don’t know if it’s too late for you to come over, but—" "It 'is' late, Michael. It’s almost midnight," the doctor interrupted. Michael sighed heavily. "But he’s only six years old, and I’m worried." He ran a hand through his hair, his voice tinged with frustration. "Alright," the doctor relented. "Go to him, feel his temperature, and tell me what it’s like." Michael complied, placing a hand on Emilio’s forehe
"Cheers to internet chaos," Brian muttered, his voice low and smug.The figure chuckled briefly before smirking. "I’ll be on my way now. Just so you know, one call is all it takes for me to forward this to my trusted friend—a reporter," they said, their tone dripping with confidence. Brian nodded in agreement. With that, the figure retreated to their car and drove off."Michael, Michael, Michael," Brian said, shaking his head with mock pity. "Let’s see how you’re going to overcome this."He stepped inside, locking the door behind him, and dropped onto the couch. A moment later, he erupted into loud, maniacal laughter, filling the empty room with the sound of his triumph.*******Sophia paced back and forth in her room, her phone gripped tightly in her hand. The weight of her plan pressed heavily on her chest. For some reason, doubt had begun to creep in. Was it too obvious that she was behind this? Would Jayson figure it out so easily?But what could she do now? The damage was already
The car was masked by the rain, unnoticed by anyone else. The person in the car chuckled softly to themselves, their satisfaction evident. "Perfect," they muttered, staring at the taken photos before lowering their phone. "This will come in handy."The car sped off into the rain-soaked night afterwards, leaving behind an air of mystery and an impending sense of trouble. ***Inside the house, Michael gently placed Emilio on the couch, undressing him, quickly wrapping him in a warm blanket. Emilio’s body was still trembling, his eyes fluttering as he fought to stay conscious. Michael knelt beside him, his face a mixture of concern and guilt. "Why did you come here, Emilio? What were you thinking?" He muttered."I... I wanted to see you," Emilio whispered, his voice barely audible. "I called... but you didn’t pick up..." Michael closed his eyes briefly, his heart aching at the boy’s words. He placed a hand gently on Emilio’s forehead, feeling the chill that had seeped into his bo
Alexander and Jake climbed into the car, and Jake started the engine. Alexander leaned back in his seat, pulling out his phone."We should check the CCTV footage first," Alexander suggested, his voice steady but urgent.Jake nodded, his grip tightening on the steering wheel. "We need to move fast. If she’s been taken, time isn’t on our side."Within minutes, they arrived at a nearby surveillance hub. The staff at the facility recognized Alexander immediately, offering no resistance as he demanded access to the camera footage of the surrounding area. Alexander and Jake sat in front of the monitors as the technician rewound the footage. They scanned the screens intently, their eyes darting across the feed. It didn’t take long before they spotted it...a black car pulling up near Marianne moments before she vanished. "There," Alexander said, pointing at the screen. The technician froze the frame, zooming in on the license plate. "Can you trace that vehicle?" Jake asked.The technici