Carlo“I told you to only do a bit, enough to make him accept any kind of help,” I groan into the phone. That old dick. “Look how much of a fucking mess you made him. Were you daring me, old man?”I clench my jaw, staring at the lifeless body on the ground. My patience is thin, my blood boiling. I can barely contain the rage bubbling inside me.A low chuckle comes from the other end of the line, followed by a tired sigh.“Hey, you don’t talk to your grandfather in such a tone,” the old man responds coldly.I scoff, rolling my eyes.“What? No. I know my old man when I see him, and you’re nothing like that,” I shoot back, my voice firm.“Rude bastard!” he curses.I tighten my grip on the phone, my fingers twitching to throw it against the fucking wall.“I won’t let this slide,” I warn, my tone dangerously low.The old man clicks his tongue. “Hah! Those little jerks… Listen, I guess the people who were holding a grudge found a chance. He was still walking when he left my presence.”Bulls
Blaze"What the fuck?" My voice comes out hoarse as I blink against the dim light. My head is pounding like a motherfucker. My whole body feels like I got run over by a damn truck.I push myself up, wincing as a sharp sting shoots through my ribs. I look around. The room is big, expensive as hell. Leather furniture, floor-to-ceiling windows, a fucking chandelier.This ain't my place. Did someone pick up after I fainted there? I can still feel slight pain shooting through my entire system.A deep chuckle makes me snap my head to the side."You're finally awake."Carlo. Why the hell is he here?I grit my teeth. "Where the fuck am I?"Carlo leans against the wall, arms crossed, looking so fucking smug I want to punch him in the face. A hit that can wipe that damn look off his stupidly handsome face. That face is just the exact opposite of his asshole personality."My place," he says, like it's the most obvious thing in the world. "I saved your ass. Again. That’s three times now."I scow
CarloBlaze first bursts into laughter, but the amusement on his face quickly twists into anger. His eyes narrow dangerously as he tilts his head, voice low and sharp."You want me to lie down and spread my legs for you?" His lips curl into a mocking smile. "You must be insane, Carlo."Hmm? Did I hear him very well or am I hearing things? this was the first time I heard blaze call my name. The sound of him saying my name for the first time makes something dark and primal stir in me.I smirk, leaning against the wall with my arms folded. "At least you didn’t call me 'hey,' or 'jerk,' or 'asshole,' or 'bastard' this time," I say, watching his face twitch with irritation."Asshole," he spits, gritting his teeth. "Just 'cause you’re rich doesn’t mean you get to insult me."He gets up from the bed, his eyes flicking to the phone on the nightstand, but the slight grunt escaping his lips gives him away — he’s in pain. The bruises on his ribs, the cut above his eye, the swollen lip... He migh
Blaze“Max, what the hell are you doing here?” I stare at him, squatted in front of my door, a golden cup beside him with fucking flowers. Flowers?He looks up, wide-eyed, his trembling hands trailing along my body. “What happened to you?”I ignore him, the throbbing pain in my side making it hard to breathe, and unlock my door. “How long have you been sitting here?”“Since this morning… I was worried.” His voice is small, and for some reason, that annoys me. I don’t need anyone worrying about me.I step inside, grab a bottle of water from the fridge, down it in a single gulp, and sink into the chair like my body’s made of bricks. My ribs scream in protest.Max stands awkwardly at the door, eyes glued to me. “I… I won the race.”I glance at him, trying to ignore the way my chest tightens. “Congrats.” My voice is flat, because I know where this is going.He takes a few steps closer, like he’s afraid I might bite. “So… what about my confession?”Shit. I completely forgot. I promised him
Blaze"...or so I thought... But here I am standing by his gate like a beggar, just a few hours before my night shift."I fucking hate myself for this.The air feels thick, suffocating, and I can’t believe I’m even here. I swore I’d never crawl back to him, but reality’s a bitch, and here I am, proving I’m no better than the dog he probably thinks I am.I thought about it too much. The numbers, the deadlines, my mum’s condition… I can’t do this alone. I know damn well I’ll never make enough to repay a fucking million, let alone $10bills.And Carlo... he already saw me at my lowest. What’s one more humiliation, right? Instead of watching my mum suffer in that shithole, maybe I can just give him what he wants, and after a year or two, he’ll get bored.He changes women like he changes his fucking suits. I’d just be another toy.I’ve called him several times. No answer. Bastard probably saw the calls and ignored them, letting me stew in my own pathetic desperation.So now, I squat by the
BlazeImmediately I got into a taxi to go home, my phone rang, it was an unfamiliar number. I looked at it for a while before taking the call."Hello?" I respond as I try to catch my breath again, effects from what Carlo just displayed there still ruining my entire system."Mr Ashford?" My ear twitches, it's been a long time since someone mentioned my surname, is there a problem?"Yea... Hello," I manage to say."Meet me at the Davenport private hospital in the heart of town, your mother is currently being admitted there." He said and ended the call.Davenport? That's Carlo's family name. They have a private hospital? "Turn the car to Davenport private hospital," I tell the taxi driver.The wait throughout the journey felt like an eternity. My mind was a fucking mess, a chaotic swirl of fear and confusion, the thought of my mother lying helpless in some expensive-ass hospital owned by Carlo's family... what the fuck is going on?Soon we arrived, and I rushed in to see my mother in the
BlazeI woke up with my head pounding, my body was soaked, and I tried to get up, noticing a wet towel falling off my face."Fuck..." I groan, rubbing my eyes.I look around to see Max kneeling beside me on the bed, his hand gripping mine, a bowl of water on the lampstand. What? Did he nurse me?I pick up my phone on the other end of the lampstand. 7 a.m. Shit.I turn to watch him. His features are clearly cute, his sleeping face looking so calm, peaceful even. The first time we met, he was rude as hell before realizing I was the champion he always supported.Whether what he feels for me is the same as obsession from a fan to an idol, a normal feeling fans have for their idols... I can't understand him. He doesn't care that I'm way older than him, or that I’m too fucked up for any of this.I brush off a strand of hair from his face, making him flinch."Urgh," he groans in his sleep, shifting slightly. He must have been tired from nursing my fever.His eyes snap open."Blaze? How do yo
BlazeAt about 10 p.m, I was at Carlo's penthouse, my heart hammering in my chest like a drum. I made up my mind to do this shit, but why do I feel like I'm walking into a bigger mess than I already am?I was led in by the tall, bulky dude I always saw every time I came here. He was scary at first glance, but he was so damn mannered when speaking to me. "This way, Mr. Ashford," he said, his tone being the only tolerable thing in this fucking environment."Thank you," I muttered, stepping into the master bedroom. The same room I had been in the other night with that jerk. Now that the lights were brighter, I could take a proper look around.Fuck.He is stupidly rich.No wonder he could pay off a fucking $10 billion debt in one go, and it seemed like his account didn’t even shake. Like serving a cup of water out of the sea.I brush my hand on the dark table in front of the wide mirror, which stands boldly in the middle of the wall. The deep espresso walls set a bold tone in the room, th
CarloSeeing Blaze under me like I've always wanted, squelching... Wetting and flinching under my touch filled me with a kind of ecstasy I can't put into words. The fuck is this feeling?"Hnngh... Shit, is that...hngh... Your fucking finger?" he says, the words coming out mixed with moans."What do you think?" I whisper into his ear, my breath hot against his skin. He has no clue how much I know his body, and doesn't remember our first night. I explored him like a discovery that night.I take him deeper down my throat again, my tongue dragging along his length as three of my fingers constantly work on his favorite spot. His body jerks violently, his hips trembling with every slow thrust of my fingers."Fuck... Fuck..." His voice cracks, raw and desperate, his fingers curling tight around the sheets. My eyes flick up to him, watching his mouth part, his chest heaving as he loses control.I can’t hold back anymore. My own body is on fire, every nerve on edge, my cock throbbing, begging
BlazeAt about 10 p.m, I was at Carlo's penthouse, my heart hammering in my chest like a drum. I made up my mind to do this shit, but why do I feel like I'm walking into a bigger mess than I already am?I was led in by the tall, bulky dude I always saw every time I came here. He was scary at first glance, but he was so damn mannered when speaking to me. "This way, Mr. Ashford," he said, his tone being the only tolerable thing in this fucking environment."Thank you," I muttered, stepping into the master bedroom. The same room I had been in the other night with that jerk. Now that the lights were brighter, I could take a proper look around.Fuck.He is stupidly rich.No wonder he could pay off a fucking $10 billion debt in one go, and it seemed like his account didn’t even shake. Like serving a cup of water out of the sea.I brush my hand on the dark table in front of the wide mirror, which stands boldly in the middle of the wall. The deep espresso walls set a bold tone in the room, th
BlazeI woke up with my head pounding, my body was soaked, and I tried to get up, noticing a wet towel falling off my face."Fuck..." I groan, rubbing my eyes.I look around to see Max kneeling beside me on the bed, his hand gripping mine, a bowl of water on the lampstand. What? Did he nurse me?I pick up my phone on the other end of the lampstand. 7 a.m. Shit.I turn to watch him. His features are clearly cute, his sleeping face looking so calm, peaceful even. The first time we met, he was rude as hell before realizing I was the champion he always supported.Whether what he feels for me is the same as obsession from a fan to an idol, a normal feeling fans have for their idols... I can't understand him. He doesn't care that I'm way older than him, or that I’m too fucked up for any of this.I brush off a strand of hair from his face, making him flinch."Urgh," he groans in his sleep, shifting slightly. He must have been tired from nursing my fever.His eyes snap open."Blaze? How do yo
BlazeImmediately I got into a taxi to go home, my phone rang, it was an unfamiliar number. I looked at it for a while before taking the call."Hello?" I respond as I try to catch my breath again, effects from what Carlo just displayed there still ruining my entire system."Mr Ashford?" My ear twitches, it's been a long time since someone mentioned my surname, is there a problem?"Yea... Hello," I manage to say."Meet me at the Davenport private hospital in the heart of town, your mother is currently being admitted there." He said and ended the call.Davenport? That's Carlo's family name. They have a private hospital? "Turn the car to Davenport private hospital," I tell the taxi driver.The wait throughout the journey felt like an eternity. My mind was a fucking mess, a chaotic swirl of fear and confusion, the thought of my mother lying helpless in some expensive-ass hospital owned by Carlo's family... what the fuck is going on?Soon we arrived, and I rushed in to see my mother in the
Blaze"...or so I thought... But here I am standing by his gate like a beggar, just a few hours before my night shift."I fucking hate myself for this.The air feels thick, suffocating, and I can’t believe I’m even here. I swore I’d never crawl back to him, but reality’s a bitch, and here I am, proving I’m no better than the dog he probably thinks I am.I thought about it too much. The numbers, the deadlines, my mum’s condition… I can’t do this alone. I know damn well I’ll never make enough to repay a fucking million, let alone $10bills.And Carlo... he already saw me at my lowest. What’s one more humiliation, right? Instead of watching my mum suffer in that shithole, maybe I can just give him what he wants, and after a year or two, he’ll get bored.He changes women like he changes his fucking suits. I’d just be another toy.I’ve called him several times. No answer. Bastard probably saw the calls and ignored them, letting me stew in my own pathetic desperation.So now, I squat by the
Blaze“Max, what the hell are you doing here?” I stare at him, squatted in front of my door, a golden cup beside him with fucking flowers. Flowers?He looks up, wide-eyed, his trembling hands trailing along my body. “What happened to you?”I ignore him, the throbbing pain in my side making it hard to breathe, and unlock my door. “How long have you been sitting here?”“Since this morning… I was worried.” His voice is small, and for some reason, that annoys me. I don’t need anyone worrying about me.I step inside, grab a bottle of water from the fridge, down it in a single gulp, and sink into the chair like my body’s made of bricks. My ribs scream in protest.Max stands awkwardly at the door, eyes glued to me. “I… I won the race.”I glance at him, trying to ignore the way my chest tightens. “Congrats.” My voice is flat, because I know where this is going.He takes a few steps closer, like he’s afraid I might bite. “So… what about my confession?”Shit. I completely forgot. I promised him
CarloBlaze first bursts into laughter, but the amusement on his face quickly twists into anger. His eyes narrow dangerously as he tilts his head, voice low and sharp."You want me to lie down and spread my legs for you?" His lips curl into a mocking smile. "You must be insane, Carlo."Hmm? Did I hear him very well or am I hearing things? this was the first time I heard blaze call my name. The sound of him saying my name for the first time makes something dark and primal stir in me.I smirk, leaning against the wall with my arms folded. "At least you didn’t call me 'hey,' or 'jerk,' or 'asshole,' or 'bastard' this time," I say, watching his face twitch with irritation."Asshole," he spits, gritting his teeth. "Just 'cause you’re rich doesn’t mean you get to insult me."He gets up from the bed, his eyes flicking to the phone on the nightstand, but the slight grunt escaping his lips gives him away — he’s in pain. The bruises on his ribs, the cut above his eye, the swollen lip... He migh
Blaze"What the fuck?" My voice comes out hoarse as I blink against the dim light. My head is pounding like a motherfucker. My whole body feels like I got run over by a damn truck.I push myself up, wincing as a sharp sting shoots through my ribs. I look around. The room is big, expensive as hell. Leather furniture, floor-to-ceiling windows, a fucking chandelier.This ain't my place. Did someone pick up after I fainted there? I can still feel slight pain shooting through my entire system.A deep chuckle makes me snap my head to the side."You're finally awake."Carlo. Why the hell is he here?I grit my teeth. "Where the fuck am I?"Carlo leans against the wall, arms crossed, looking so fucking smug I want to punch him in the face. A hit that can wipe that damn look off his stupidly handsome face. That face is just the exact opposite of his asshole personality."My place," he says, like it's the most obvious thing in the world. "I saved your ass. Again. That’s three times now."I scow
Carlo“I told you to only do a bit, enough to make him accept any kind of help,” I groan into the phone. That old dick. “Look how much of a fucking mess you made him. Were you daring me, old man?”I clench my jaw, staring at the lifeless body on the ground. My patience is thin, my blood boiling. I can barely contain the rage bubbling inside me.A low chuckle comes from the other end of the line, followed by a tired sigh.“Hey, you don’t talk to your grandfather in such a tone,” the old man responds coldly.I scoff, rolling my eyes.“What? No. I know my old man when I see him, and you’re nothing like that,” I shoot back, my voice firm.“Rude bastard!” he curses.I tighten my grip on the phone, my fingers twitching to throw it against the fucking wall.“I won’t let this slide,” I warn, my tone dangerously low.The old man clicks his tongue. “Hah! Those little jerks… Listen, I guess the people who were holding a grudge found a chance. He was still walking when he left my presence.”Bulls