The mansion loomed before me, an imposing fortress of glass and steel. Even from the outside, it reeked of money—obnoxious, in-your-face wealth. Typical of Adrian. The man never needed to say a word; his riches did the talking for him.
I stood there, arms crossed, staring at the sheer size of the place. It was far bigger than I had expected, swallowing up the surrounding landscape like a beast. My jaw clenched. This was a mistake. The sharp slam of a car door snapped me from my thoughts. Adrian. His presence alone was enough to make my teeth grind. He approached, his pace unhurried, as if he had all the time in the world. I refused to acknowledge him, keeping my eyes fixed ahead. He was so fucking annoying. If I could strangle him and get away with it, I would. Unfortunately, that was just a fantasy. “You coming?” His voice was flat, indifferent, like he couldn’t care less whether I followed or not. I didn’t answer. I already knew this arrangement would do me more harm than good. But there was no escape, no way to turn back. Sooner or later, I had to step inside that house. Adrian didn’t wait for me. He simply strode up the marble steps and disappeared through the grand entrance, leaving me standing alone in the growing evening chill. I let out a quiet curse, grumbling under my breath as I finally forced my feet forward. The moment I crossed the threshold, my irritation wavered for just a second. The interior was breathtaking. High ceilings stretched above me, adorned with intricate chandeliers that bathed the hall in golden light. The floors gleamed like polished mirrors, reflecting the grandeur around them. Everything was pristine, as if dust itself feared to settle here. Every inch of the mansion screamed luxury—controlled, calculated, perfect. Adrian didn’t even glance my way as he continued deeper into the house. “May will show you to your room,” he said, his tone dismissive. I shrugged. Like I cared. My gaze wandered, taking in the extravagant details, even as my gut twisted with unease. A soft voice pulled me back. “Sir, may I show you to your room?” I turned to find a middle-aged woman standing nearby. She was of average height, her posture elegant and poised, her features sharp yet kind. I hesitated before nodding. “Sure.” Then, for reasons I couldn’t explain, I added in a quieter voice, “Matthew.” She raised an eyebrow. I quickly cleared my throat. “Please, just call me Matthew.” A small, knowing smile touched her lips before she nodded. “Very well. This way.” We moved in silence, ascending the grand staircase. Each step felt heavier than the last. My mind buzzed with thoughts, most of them unwanted. When we reached the door, she pulled out a key card and held it out to me. “Here’s your room key.” I pocketed it. “Thanks.” My gaze flickered down the long hallway. It was eerily quiet, as if the walls themselves were holding their breath. Something made me ask, “Where’s Adrian’s room?” The question had left my lips before I even knew why I cared. Maybe I just wanted to know how close—or far—he was from me. “Downstairs,” May replied smoothly. I frowned. “Why?” Men like Adrian—rich, powerful, untouchable—always claimed the highest rooms, the ones with the best views. That was just how it worked. “Personal reasons, I suppose,” she said with a small bow. “If you’ll excuse me.” I nodded, watching as she disappeared down the hall. Shaking off the uneasy feeling creeping into my chest, I swiped the key card and pushed the door open. The room was massive. Floor-to-ceiling windows stretched along one side, revealing a breathtaking view of the estate. The bed was so huge it could swallow me whole, and the furniture was sleek and modern. But the best part? Adrian was nowhere near me. At least he did one thing right. I exhaled, tossing my bag onto the bed before collapsing onto the mattress. For a brief moment, I let my body sink into the soft sheets, allowing exhaustion to creep in. Maybe—just maybe—this wouldn’t be as bad as I thought. Then my phone buzzed. I pulled it out, and immediately, my stomach twisted. Dozens of unread messages. Missed calls. All from my friends. I didn’t have the energy to sift through them one by one, so I went straight to the group chat. Me: We pull up tonight at our special place. I’ll explain everything. Less than five seconds later, the chat exploded. Jordan: And here comes our long-lost ghost. Noah: Fuck, man. Where the hell have you been? You got us all worried and shit. Kyle: He’s been too busy drooling over Adrian’s ass to think about us. My eyes twitched. The weight of their messages pressed down on me, stirring a storm I wasn’t ready to face. Me: Adrian’s ass, my foot. I’d rather die than do that shit. The moment I hit send, my fingers hovered over the screen, tense. I knew they wouldn’t let this slide. Noah: So you’re really not going to tell us what’s going on? Jordan: He just discovered how sweet an asshole can be. I clenched my jaw, the veins in my neck tightening. These assholes were testing me. Poking at a wound that still bled beneath my skin. Me: Fuck you, Jordan. And you, Kyle. Noah, the only one with common sense, cut in before the tension boiled over. Noah: Guys, chill. Matthew seems a little off. Maybe instead of teasing, we should actually talk to him. A sigh left my lips as I rubbed my temple. Noah always knew. Even when I didn’t say a damn thing, he picked up on the shifts, the cracks forming under the weight of everything I refused to say. Jordan: He’s a dick for ghosting us after everything we did. I exhaled heavily, staring at the words. He wasn’t wrong. After that night, I had cut them off completely. Not because I wanted to. But because I was ashamed. And I still was. The mess I tried to fix had turned into my own downfall, and the bitter taste of regret had been sitting on my tongue ever since. How the hell was I supposed to explain that to them with a straight face? Would they even understand? Would they even want to? Me: Can we just meet tonight? I promise I’ll tell you everything. Kyle: Whatever. Short. Dismissive. He was pissed. I could tell. And I needed to fix this. I had already lost too much—I wasn’t about to lose my friends too. Not over this. Not over him. Tossing my phone onto the bed, I rose to my feet and dragged myself to the bathroom. The moment I turned the faucet, icy water poured over my skin, shocking my nerves awake. A sharp inhale. A slow exhale. The cold was grounding. It kept the fire in my chest from consuming me whole. This was a new chapter of my life. One I’d never get used to. One I never wanted. But it wasn’t like I had a choice.*At the club*"You must be kidding me!" Noah’s voice cut through the heavy silence, sharp and unrelenting. His disbelief rippled through the room, thick enough to suffocate. His wide eyes bore into mine, scanning my face as if searching for some sign—some tiny flicker—that I was joking. That this was all some twisted prank I’d drop at any second.But I wasn’t. And I wouldn’t.I had told them everything. Every humiliating, gut-wrenching, pride-shattering detail. Now, they just stood there, staring at me like I’d confessed to willingly setting myself on fire.Kyle exhaled slowly, pressing his fingers against his temples as if the pressure in his skull had suddenly doubled. "Wait… you’re telling us that everything that happened that night—everything—was just a setup? A piece inside Adrian’s bigger plan?"I forced myself to nod. "Exactly."Kyle let out a low scoff, his jaw working. "And instead of you screwing him over, he turned it around and fucked you?"The words sliced through me, blu
Adrain's POVI sat in the dimly lit living room, the pile of files in front of me demanding my attention, but despite my best efforts, my mind kept wandering. The papers in my hands blurred as I replayed the events of the day, and, more specifically, thoughts of Matthew invaded my every moment.I knew he’d stepped out earlier to meet his friends. I always knew. There was nothing he could do that I didn’t notice, no matter how subtle. I watched him like a hawk, meticulously observing each move, each glance. A sly smile curled at the corners of my lips, amused by how much control I had over his emotions.The anger in his eyes when he looked at me, the fury building within him every time I outsmarted him. It was all so... delicious. He had no idea just how much power I held over him. Each glance, every clenched fist, only made me feel more in control. The way he couldn't stand losing, how he loathed my victories—it was like a game to me, a twisted kind of sport, and I was winning.Matthe
I didn’t want it to end. Every fiber of my being screamed for more—to push past the limits, to drag this moment out until nothing else existed but him and the way he felt beneath me. But I knew I couldn’t. I had already crossed a line that should have never been blurred, already allowed myself to sink too deep into something I had no right to claim.And yet, despite knowing this, I still couldn’t stop myself.So instead, I struck Matthew's dick while kissing him, pouring every unspoken desire, every ounce of restraint, and every buried frustration into the contact. My fingers curled against his skin, my grip tightening as if that alone could tether me to the present and keep me from unraveling entirely. His body shuddered under my touch, a sharp gasp tearing through the heavy silence before he slumped forward, his weight crashing into me. His breath, uneven and scorching, fanned against my throat, and I felt the way his pulse thundered in sync with mine, erratic and uncontrolled.I he
Matthew's POV Adrian said he didn’t kiss me.His voice had been calm—too calm—detached, indifferent, almost convincing if not for the way my skin still burned with the memory of him. He stared straight through me, as if the words he spoke were simple facts, not loaded with consequence. But no matter how smooth his tone, no matter how steady his gaze, I don’t believe him. Not for a damn second.The memories of last night are a mess, a chaotic blend of light and shadow, broken fragments scattered across my mind like glass shards—sharp enough to sting, but never clear enough to piece together. They flash too quickly, disappearing the moment I try to grasp them. Yet, one truth remains—my body remembers what my mind refuses to fully see. The way I woke up this morning… weak, sore, disoriented—every inch of me screaming a silent truth his mouth refuses to speak.He’s lying. He has to be. There’s no better explanation.I can still picture the way his eyes didn’t so much as flinch when he sa
I forced myself to sleep, tossing and turning beneath the cold sheets that clung to my skin like a second, suffocating layer. No matter how tightly I shut my eyes or how many times I flipped my pillow to the cooler side, sleep refused to claim me. The more I tried to surrender to the darkness, the harder it became—like my mind was trapped in a cruel, endless loop of restless thoughts, each one dragging me further from the peace I sought. Every memory, every regret clawed its way to the surface, whispering in my ear, refusing to grant me even a sliver of mercy.Silence wrapped around the room, thick and heavy, suffocating in its stillness. But even in that quiet, my body betrayed me. My stomach growled—low, guttural, desperate—the sound bouncing off the barren walls like a taunt. It wasn’t just hunger; it felt like something gnawed at my insides, like worms tearing through flesh, devouring the fragile lining of my stomach, clawing for anything—anything—to fill the hollow void.I could
Morning came far too early, dragging me out of sleep before I was ready. The pale light of dawn crept through the half-closed curtains, bleeding into the room with a dull, grey hue that did nothing to warm the sterile air. I blinked slowly, fighting the heaviness in my eyes as I stared blankly at the ceiling overhead, my mind caught somewhere between dreams and the harsh pull of reality. For a moment, I simply lay there, listening to the deafening silence pressing in from all sides.An unfamiliar calm settled over me — not the kind born of peace or comfort, but the kind that came only from pure exhaustion. My limbs felt heavy, my body sore in ways I couldn’t explain. Still, there was one small mercy — the gnawing hunger from last night had dulled. The food, as much as I hated to admit it, had done its job. I could almost taste it still — bland, lukewarm, but necessary. Denying that would’ve been a waste of energy. But swallowing it down had burned worse than any hunger. Every bite fel
I quickened my pace, every step fueled by the fury twisting inside me. The distance between us shrank rapidly, my breathing shallow, uneven. Meanwhile, Adrian walked leisurely ahead, completely unbothered. His hands were tucked lazily into his pockets, shoulders relaxed, his gait slow and deliberate—as if the world itself dared not touch him. That infuriating calmness made my blood boil hotter, rage clawing at my insides like a feral beast begging to be unleashed.He didn’t glance back, didn’t spare me a second of his attention. It only made me seethe harder. Every muscle in my body coiled tighter, the urge to hurt him overtaking reason.Before he could slip into the safety of his room, I lunged. My hand shot out, fingers wrapping around his arm in a bruising grip. Without hesitation, I yanked him back and slammed him hard against the cold, unyielding wall. The sharp sound of impact cracked through the corridor, loud and unforgiving. But Adrian—damn him—barely blinked.His dark eyes m
I paced my room restlessly, the carpet muffling the sound of my dragging steps, but it did nothing to quiet the storm raging inside me. Every stride felt heavier than the last, as though the weight of my anger was physically anchoring me to the floor, grinding me down until I was nothing more than a shell driven by pure, seething rage. My chest heaved, heart pounding so loud it rang in my ears—louder, it seemed, than the silence suffocating the room.And it was all because of him. Adrian.God, why? Why the hell did it have to be him?Out of everyone—every miserable bastard this wretched city had to offer—why did fate tie my life to his? It didn’t feel like destiny. No, this wasn’t fate—it was a punishment, cold and calculated, delivered by a universe that must’ve hated me from the start. A cruel joke played at my expense, and the worst part? I walked right into it. Blind. Foolish.I threw my head back, a bitter, humorless laugh ripping from my throat—dry and broken. The sound echoed o
Matthew's POV Adrian sank heavily onto the couch, his breath coming in sharp, uneven gasps, his eyes already burning with a hunger that eclipsed everything else. It wasn’t just desire—it was something darker, something primal. And I could feel it, too, swirling inside me, pulling me toward him like gravity. I followed his lead, my legs slipping around his waist as I straddled him, the heat of his body colliding with mine in a rush that set every nerve on fire. Our bodies slammed together like two storms, tearing through each other, both of us desperate to be pulled apart and stitched back together in a single, violent union.There was no room for hesitation. No time for restraint. Our lips crashed together, urgently, demanding, a collision of fire and needed to obliterate everything else. The outside world vanished in that instant, leaving only the raw, undeniable truth: nothing mattered but this, nothing could ever matter more.We kissed like the earth was ending. Like the world had
I no longer cared about the world outside that room—or the chaos clawing at the back of my mind, screaming for attention like a neglected child. Let it scream. Let it howl. Its voice was a distant echo now, fading into irrelevance. I used to live in that noise. I used to drown in it, second-guessing every impulsive choice, every reckless breath that felt too wild, too fast, too dangerous to be mine. I used to ask myself if I was spiraling.But not anymore.Tonight, I didn’t need clarity. I didn’t want a reason.I wanted this.I wanted him.The air between us pulsed with something raw, something unspoken and untamed. The dim lighting draped the room in golden shadows, blurring the harshness of our sins until they almost looked beautiful. His mouth found mine like it was always meant to—urgent, rough, aching. There was no grace in our kiss, no gentle prelude. It was a collision. Violent. Unapologetic. It tasted like desperation and heat and a thousand broken promises we didn't care to f
Matthew's POV "You misjudged us," Lily said all of a sudden, her voice cutting through the silence like a blade. I frowned, thrown off completely.I was still trying to wrap my head around the fact that I might be gay—or at least not straight. Whatever label I was supposed to wear, I wasn’t ready for it. And now here she was, throwing in another curveball that only tangled up my already twisted thoughts."Just like you, I too am in a state of dilemma," she said, pausing for a breath, her eyes flickering with something soft—regret, maybe. "I wasn't sure at first, but after kissing Adrian... and then kissing you... I'm more than certain now."She swallowed, a faint smile tugging at the corner of her mouth."I like her."My frown deepened. The hell is she talking about? And like who?"Jennie, you slow wink... don't get all worked up," she teased.Then it hit me.Realization crashed into me like a wave slapping across the face. My eyes widened, and I blinked slowly."You like girls?" I a
The night spun out of control in the most unexpected way. As I lay there, the remnants of our heated passion clung to my mind. It felt surreal—yet deeply satisfying—as if I had crossed a line I never imagined I would. And somehow, I didn’t regret it. Adrian and I had never gone that far. We fought, hurled insults, pushed each other’s buttons—but this? This changed everything. It wasn’t just a kiss or even the raw, uninhibited sex. It was the fact that, for once, I was sober. And I wanted it. That truth slammed into me like a freight train. The feeling felt so unfamiliar. I’d always claimed to be straight. Women have always been my preference. I built my life around that certainty. But in those moments with Adrian, my resolve crumbled, slipping away like sand through my fingers. I didn’t understand it. It wasn’t supposed to happen—especially not like this. But the second his lips touched mine, I craved him with a hunger I couldn’t explain. I remembered how he kissed me—better than
Matthew's POV Confusion struck me like a thunderstorm erupting in the middle of a sunlit afternoon—unexpected, brutal, and relentless. It crashed over me, flooding my sanity, blurring the lines between what I knew and what I thought I knew. One moment, everything made sense. Next, I was drowning in betrayal, every breath harder than the last. My feet refused to move, rooted to the floor like I’d turned to stone. I watched them—Adrian and Lily—wrapped in a moment that should’ve never existed. A living, breathing portrait of everything I feared.His hand brushed hers.So simple. So damning.When Adrian’s gaze collided with mine through the crowd, my lungs clenched, useless. He didn’t look away fast enough to spare me the devastation, nor long enough to explain himself. But even that fraction of a second stole the air from my chest. The world shrank to nothing but the sound of blood roaring in my ears, like a tidal wave crashing inward.He didn't flinch. He didn’t hesitate. He just turn
I wasn’t prepared for the wave of familiarity that crashed over me the moment I stepped into the event hall. It hit hard—like a tide I didn’t see coming. The soft lighting overhead casts a golden hue across the room, making everything feel strangely dreamlike. Faces I hadn’t seen in years filled the space, some aged by time’s quiet touch, others still clinging to the same goofy, untamed energy they wore in high school. The smell of perfume and cologne mingled with the faint scent of polished floors and catered appetizers, adding to the sensory overload.Laughter rang out from various corners, a backdrop to the hum of overlapping conversations and the occasional cheer erupting from those sudden, emotional reunions. It felt surreal—like I had walked into a memory that had been playing on repeat somewhere far back in my mind, and now, suddenly, I was living in it.I stood there, rooted in place, caught off guard by how easily the past had found me. I knew, on paper, that this event was a
I froze mid-step, heart seizing with a sudden, unexpected pang of guilt.It clawed through me out of nowhere—the realization that I hadn’t spoken to any of my friends in what felt like forever. Not just days. Weeks, maybe. Time had blurred together, slipping past while I’d been caught up in my own mess. I hadn’t noticed how far I’d drifted, how silent I’d become. And now, the silence wasn’t just mine—it had infected everything.What if they thought I’d abandoned them? Ignored them on purpose? Worse—what if they were angry? Hurt?A coil of panic tightened in my chest as I snatched my phone from where it lay buried under a twisted mess of sheets and blankets on my unmade bed. The screen lit up harshly, and I squinted at the brightness, blinking against the sting. My thumb moved quickly, muscle memory guiding me straight to the group chat.Silence.A wide, empty silence. Like stepping into a room after a fight—thick, tense, and echoing with unspoken things.Matthew: Group is dead silent.
Matthew's POV As soon as the car came to a halt, Adrian stepped out without a word. The door closed behind him with a dull, final click that seemed to echo louder than it should’ve. I didn’t move. I stayed rooted in place, my gaze fixed blankly on the dashboard, the soft glow of the controls blurring as my thoughts spiraled. My hands lay loosely clasped in my lap, unmoving, almost lifeless. A knot of confusion tightened in my chest, thick and unrelenting.Had I said something wrong? Something that pushed him away?I tried to trace the thread backward, hunting for the moment when the shift occurred—the second his mood had changed, when the air in the car grew colder, heavier. But nothing screamed out. No harsh words. No sarcasm. Nothing but an invisible wall that had suddenly risen between us, silent and immovable.The silence pressed in, heavy and suffocating, like a weighted blanket I hadn’t asked for. It sat on my shoulders, in my lungs, in my bones. My mind looped the last part of
I slid into the car and shut the door behind me, the soft click echoing a little too loudly in the quiet. The atmosphere inside felt... different. Heavy. Stifling, even. My hands fumbled over my lap as I settled into the seat, trying to look composed, but the truth was far from it. The silence between us wasn’t comfortable; it wasn’t the kind you slip into with someone you trust. No—this silence had sharp edges, pressing against my skin, suffocating me inch by inch. On ordinary days, I wouldn’t have given a damn. I’d have cracked a joke, leaned back, and ignored whatever tension lingered in the air. But right now? My heart was beating like a warning drum, and I couldn’t keep my mind from spiraling. A born flirt. A professional heartbreaker. My jaw tightened, the muscle twitching as I stared at him. If he kissed me like that—so deep, so sure, like I was the only one that mattered—how many others had tasted those lips before me? How many girls had been pulled into that orbit only t