Blaze’s POV3years later My life slowly passed me by, and I was quickly forgotten—thrown down from being the top racer to a nobody. I wish other aspects of my life had changed along with that harsh truth, like the fucking debt hanging over my head. That old man is really an asshole without a heart. He just abandoned me after all the fucking money I made for him. Because of him, I'm in this shit.My attention snaps back to the fucker sitting on the bed in front of me, while my knees ache like hell from kneeling and blowing him off. Tch! How long do I have to keep doing this shit? Sucking off this scumbag for money honestly pisses me off, but I have no choice. He pays quite well, and in my current situation, that’s what matters. “Hey, do it properly!” he growls, pushing himself further into my mouth. If I really wanted to do it “properly,” I’d bite it off. Jerk.I force myself to keep
BLAZEI spent the entire night trying to avoid him. That punk. But no matter how much I try, I can’t. He’s too damn handsome. Who the hell looks that good in a big cardigan and plain pants? Yeah, I’ve got to give him credit this time—he deserves it.The club is nearly empty now. I sweep my eyes over the few remaining customers stumbling out, the dim lights casting long shadows over the polished floor. I let out a heavy yawn. Finally, it’s time to go home and get some rest.Getting back in the staff room, I hurry to get dressed out of my uniform and grab a casual T-shirt and jeans. The music has stopped yet the vibrations from the bass are still reverberating in my head. I scan the place one more time before stepping into the back exit.It is 4 am and people have not woken up yet. There is no noise except the faint sound of cars from far away, the quietness is not normal. The cool air touches me on the face, but it is not refreshing. I felt empty for some reason. For a while, it feels
CARLOAt first, I couldn't believe it. I’m staring at the one person who’s haunted my dreams for the last three years. Blaze. He’s right there, only a few feet away. I watch as he glances at our table a couple of times, but he quickly looks away as if that night meant nothing to him—or could he really have no memory of it at all?The thought is almost insulting. It gnaws at me, and a bitter pang rises in my chest. That night… Does it not linger in his thoughts the way it does in mine? Does he not remember how he made me feel? How his touch and taste etch themselves into my memory, playing on repeat in my head for countless sleepless nights?“Are you looking at Blaze?” Bobby’s voice cuts through my thoughts, dragging me back to the present. I glance at him and realize I’ve been staring for too long—long enough for people to notice.“His downfall was unexpected,” he continues, his voice carrying a hint of regret. “It took a huge turn after that crash. I feel bad sometimes… It was partly
Carlo "What the fuck makes you think you can just say that and I'll hand him over to you?" I snap at the bastard standing a few meters away. Felix. Blaze's fucking lapdog. He has the nerve to stand there, all smug, like he’s got some kind of right to speak to me. "You think I didn’t notice you, coward? You stood there like a goddamn statue, watching while Blaze was pounded into the ground, raped until he fucking passed out. And now you think you can just waltz in and take him?" I glare at him, fists itching to rearrange his goddamn face. Felix shrugs, looking all nonchalant, like I’m not seconds away from smashing his teeth in. "What the fuck did you expect me to do? Fight a group of guys that even Blaze couldn’t handle?" His voice drips with annoyance, his brows furrowing like he's the one pissed off. "Fuck off with your excuses," I growl. "You just stood there, you pathetic piece of shit. You’ve always been a spineless coward hiding behind Blaze. Always tucking your tail lik
Blaze"Ugh, Christ!" I wake up with a little bit of pain shooting through my body, and my head a little light.I blink my eyes open and stare at the ceiling. It’s clean and white—too fancy for any hospital I know of. My chest tightens. Where the fuck am I?Sitting up slowly, I take in my surroundings. The bed’s softer than anything I’ve slept on in years. The room? Big, luxurious, and smells like expensive cologne. Definitely not my shitty apartment or the alley I passed out in.What the fuck happened? Did I die and somehow end up in a penthouse version of hell?I rub my temples, trying to recall something—anything—but my head pounds like someone’s using it as a fucking drum.“How do you feel?”The voice cuts through my thoughts like a knife. I freeze, recognizing that smooth, arrogant tone. I turn my head and, lo and behold, there he is. Carlo.Sitting there all smug, wearing a suit that probably costs more than my monthly rent. His hair slicked back, except for a strand falling ove
Carlo"Son, you barely even come home or call your mother. That’s not very nice," my mother says, her voice soft and composed, as if everything is peaceful.Hell, it’s not. My insides are on the verge of fucking combustion, and I’m sure as hell my father can feel the heat from where he’s sitting. My so-called brother, the prick I just found out about six months ago, is sitting across from me. I’m still trying to figure out how the fuck my mother is completely fine with this bullshit."Sorry, Mother. I've been really busy," I mumble, forcing out the words because I know she won’t let it go otherwise."If I had a daughter, I wouldn’t be so bothered, but the worst part is my only son has refused to bring a woman home."My fork freezes mid-air. “Not this shit again, Mother.”"What do you mean ‘not this shit’? The last time I saw you with a woman was three years ago. What kind of celibacy streak is this?!" She yells, waving her fork around like it’s some kind of weapon.I bite back the urg
Blaze"Damn it!" The boy behind me curses under his breath. "There's less than two hours for the race to begin, I don't even know that track. I wanted to do a little tour on my own before the race."I don’t turn around, but I hear him loud and clear. His voice is grating—one of those entitled brats who think whining solves shit. His friend, sitting in a corner, doesn’t seem to give a damn, scrolling through his phone with his leg crossed like he’s lounging at a spa."You gotta calm down, man. He’ll be done in a minute," his friend says, his tone indifferent.I grit my teeth. I don’t need this bullshit. My fingers are covered in grease, sweat sticking to my neck as I work the tire. The bike’s almost as good as new, but now I’m regretting even agreeing to this shit show."Hey, be quick with it, will you?" the kid snaps, his voice sharp and condescending. "You’re just changing the tires, right? You’re limping, so it’s slowing you down."That’s it. I stop, drop the wrench a little too har
Blaze"God, Blaze, we’ve got some rookies joining the race tonight," Felix says as we step into the arena, his voice dripping with excitement."That dude in the blue tracksuit seems like a good bet," he adds, nodding toward the track. I follow his gaze and spot the familiar face. The brat from earlier. What’s his name again? Max. Rude little shit. I scoff."Your biggest mistake if you try it," I mutter, glancing around for a seat. I need to relax before the game kicks off."Why’d you say that? Do you know him? Then it’s a good bet," Felix says, his curiosity clearly piqued."Know him? Hell no." I shoot him a sharp look. "Just a gut feeling." No way am I bringing up that whole damn interaction from earlier. Felix will just start bugging me to take the kid under my wing or some bullshit.We settle in, and the countdown starts. 3…2…1…The race kicks off, the roar of the bikes filling the arena as the crowd erupts in cheers and curses. People are screaming their heads off, some praying 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