DAMON
The door creaked as I opened it, the small sound was enough to make Sera turn her head with a sudden movement. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, her body tense like someone who had waited too long in too narrow a space. Turner mentioned she was waiting for me, but I didn’t expect her to actually stay up this late—and in my room.
Our eyes met, and I could see it in hers—anger. Sharp, blazing, and brimming with things she was dying to say.
But I beat her to it. “What are you doing here?” My voice was flat, almost casual, though we both knew that wouldn’t last long.
She stood up, her jaw tight as she faced me. “Where the hell have you been? Everyone’s been looking for you, but you just disappeared.”
SERA“Don’t hold back, Sera.” His words were a dark, whispered command. “I want to hear every sound you make.”I shook my head slightly, my body trying to resist the overwhelming friction. “I don’t understand what you’re doing to me, Damon,” I whispered. But when his hot hand slid to my back, pulling me closer, I knew I’d already given in.Ignoring my words, his lips returned to my neck, his tongue teasing me there as his hand expertly unclasped my bra. “I can’t stop,” he said in a husky voice that made my heart race.He didn’t give me a choice. There was no escape. I knew I should be angry, should demand an explanation, but somehow, something deeper drew me into this game. “Then don’t.”He stripped away the rest of our clothes with swift movements. I stare at his body with increasingly heavy breathing as he puts on the condom. The tattoos wrapped around his body seemed to tell a dark, unspoken story. And my stomach felt like it was twisting at the sight of how ready he was for me.Hi
SERAThe room was quiet, dimly lit, with nothing but the sound of our breathing filling the space. I lay next to him, staring at the ceiling, trying to catch my breath. But my eyes kept drifting to him—to that tattoo-covered body lounging lazily against the headboard. My hand moved on its own, tracing my fingers over the ink—lines so intricate, so mesmerizing.My fingers stopped at the wolf howling at a full moon, beautifully etched across his chest, covering most of his left side and stretching to his shoulder. “A wolf,” I murmured, my voice softer than usual. “Like your name.”I tilted my head, looking at the wolf that seemed to be howling helplessly at the moon. “Why does it seem bound to the moon? Wolves are supposed to be free,” I asked, trying to understand.
CALTurner sat in the driver’s seat, fiddling with his phone while waiting. I leaned back in the rear seat, gazing out the window and enjoying the crisp morning air.“Turner,” I called, breaking the silence as I glanced at his reflection in the rearview mirror.“Yes, Mr. Cal?” he replied politely.“You’re pretty close with Damon, aren’t you?” I asked, keeping my tone casual.Turner turned slightly, then fixed his gaze back on the front. “You could say that. It’s nice having someone to talk to about spare parts and such.”I nodded thoughtfully. “Seems like he treats you nice. He talks to you more than he does with me or anyone
CALLos Angeles greeted us with typical early fall air, slightly warmer than in San Francisco. The blue sky was cloudless, and the leaves were beginning to turn yellow on some of the trees along the streets. Vehicles passed by without stopping, creating a chaotic harmony that felt typical of this big city.In front of the terminal, a young woman stood with a professional posture. Her shoulder-length brown hair was neatly styled, and she wore a chic yet understated business suit. It was Gia, Sera's secretary. Despite her youthful appearance, she exuded an aura of confidence that was hard to ignore.“Miss Sera, Mr. Cal.” Gia greeted us with a warm smile as we approached. “Welcome to Los Angeles. The car is ready.”Sera returned it with a faint smile that was more friendly than formal. “Thank you, Gia. Everything go well?”“Of course,” Gia replied as she signaled the driver to take our luggage.I watched their interaction. There was a familiarity there, something I rarely saw in professi
CALWe stepped into the main hall of Aspire Heights Kindergarten. The room was spacious and vibrant, its simplicity infused with warmth. Rows of tables were adorned with children’s crafts—colorful paper cutouts, small vases holding fresh flowers, and family names written in tiny, clumsy handwriting. The air carried the comforting scent of baked goods and coffee, a nostalgic contrast to the buzz of adult conversation.I walked beside Sera, one step behind her, keeping my stride relaxed yet purposeful. As per our earlier agreement—my suggestion, of course—I’d play the role of her personal bodyguard. Though hesitant at first, Sera had eventually agreed, considering that my status as Reggie's son was yet to be announced at an event like this.Sera, as usual, was the center of attention. Her appearance was stunning, dressed in a soft blue dress with a simple yet graceful cut. A calm and confident air emanated from her. Her eyes scanned the room quietly, occasionally nodding or smiling at t
SERAI smiled at the short message Beck sent me. It was a picture—a selfie of him in front of the newly renovated pavilion in the backyard. Underneath it, he wrote: missed you already.I typed back: We’ll see each other tomorrow afternoon.The bathroom door creaked open, and Cal stepped out, already dressed in a loose white shirt and tartan-patterned pajama pants. Our eyes met briefly before his gaze shifted to the sofa I was sitting on—now neatly prepared with a pillow and blanket.“I think I’ll sleep here. The couch is comfortable enough for me,” I said softly, avoiding Cal’s eyes.“Don’t be ridiculous, Sera.”I gave him a stubborn look. “I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable. Besides, it’s my fault for not making sure the extra room was booked.”Cal let out a long sigh, walking over to grab the pillow and blanket. “If you keep this up, it’ll feel like you’re the one uncomfortable. And if that’s the case, I’ll sleep on the couch, not you.”I snapped my head up, frowning. “That’s no
“If I die tomorrow, will you cry for me?”The question slipped from Reggie Blackwood's mouth, accompanied by a lopsided smile that did not reflect the weakness of his body. Even with a pale face and frequently interrupted breathing, the old man still carried an aura of power.Sitting opposite him, I was transfixed. My hand holding the teacup suddenly felt too heavy, and silence crept into the room like fog.“Of course I'll drink champagne with your corpse,” I said after sipping the tea, trying to cover up my anxiety with a joke. Did he think he was the only one who could joke like that?A crisp laugh escaped the 66-year-old's lips. “Good idea,” he commented. “Who else are you going to drink with anyway?”I finally let out a long sigh, feeling tired. “You're being overly dramatic, Reggie. Your health is already much better. The doctor said—”“That pretentious man just wants me to survive longer.”“That's what a doctor does, isn't it?” I did not expect there to be a tremor in my voice,
SERAI stood in front of the large mirror in my room, wearing a simple black dress with open shoulder cutouts. I twisted my body slightly, making sure the dress was modest but still elegant. As always, Reggie's taste in choosing clothes never fails. My hair was neatly styled, but I deliberately let a few strands fall down the side of my face to give it a relaxed look.As I tightened the bracelet on my wrist, a soft knock came from the door.“Come in,” I said, without taking my eyes off the mirror.Grant, the majordomo of the Blackwood family, stepped in quietly. The old man always looked immaculate in his black suit and calm expression that never changed.“The guests have arrived, Miss,” he said, his body straight as a soldier's. “Time to go downstairs.”I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. “How's the atmosphere downstairs?”“Quiet,” Grant replied briefly. “Everyone's at the dining table. They're waiting for Mr. Blackwood to join them.”Quiet. I imagined the four men sitt
SERAI smiled at the short message Beck sent me. It was a picture—a selfie of him in front of the newly renovated pavilion in the backyard. Underneath it, he wrote: missed you already.I typed back: We’ll see each other tomorrow afternoon.The bathroom door creaked open, and Cal stepped out, already dressed in a loose white shirt and tartan-patterned pajama pants. Our eyes met briefly before his gaze shifted to the sofa I was sitting on—now neatly prepared with a pillow and blanket.“I think I’ll sleep here. The couch is comfortable enough for me,” I said softly, avoiding Cal’s eyes.“Don’t be ridiculous, Sera.”I gave him a stubborn look. “I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable. Besides, it’s my fault for not making sure the extra room was booked.”Cal let out a long sigh, walking over to grab the pillow and blanket. “If you keep this up, it’ll feel like you’re the one uncomfortable. And if that’s the case, I’ll sleep on the couch, not you.”I snapped my head up, frowning. “That’s no
CALWe stepped into the main hall of Aspire Heights Kindergarten. The room was spacious and vibrant, its simplicity infused with warmth. Rows of tables were adorned with children’s crafts—colorful paper cutouts, small vases holding fresh flowers, and family names written in tiny, clumsy handwriting. The air carried the comforting scent of baked goods and coffee, a nostalgic contrast to the buzz of adult conversation.I walked beside Sera, one step behind her, keeping my stride relaxed yet purposeful. As per our earlier agreement—my suggestion, of course—I’d play the role of her personal bodyguard. Though hesitant at first, Sera had eventually agreed, considering that my status as Reggie's son was yet to be announced at an event like this.Sera, as usual, was the center of attention. Her appearance was stunning, dressed in a soft blue dress with a simple yet graceful cut. A calm and confident air emanated from her. Her eyes scanned the room quietly, occasionally nodding or smiling at t
CALLos Angeles greeted us with typical early fall air, slightly warmer than in San Francisco. The blue sky was cloudless, and the leaves were beginning to turn yellow on some of the trees along the streets. Vehicles passed by without stopping, creating a chaotic harmony that felt typical of this big city.In front of the terminal, a young woman stood with a professional posture. Her shoulder-length brown hair was neatly styled, and she wore a chic yet understated business suit. It was Gia, Sera's secretary. Despite her youthful appearance, she exuded an aura of confidence that was hard to ignore.“Miss Sera, Mr. Cal.” Gia greeted us with a warm smile as we approached. “Welcome to Los Angeles. The car is ready.”Sera returned it with a faint smile that was more friendly than formal. “Thank you, Gia. Everything go well?”“Of course,” Gia replied as she signaled the driver to take our luggage.I watched their interaction. There was a familiarity there, something I rarely saw in professi
CALTurner sat in the driver’s seat, fiddling with his phone while waiting. I leaned back in the rear seat, gazing out the window and enjoying the crisp morning air.“Turner,” I called, breaking the silence as I glanced at his reflection in the rearview mirror.“Yes, Mr. Cal?” he replied politely.“You’re pretty close with Damon, aren’t you?” I asked, keeping my tone casual.Turner turned slightly, then fixed his gaze back on the front. “You could say that. It’s nice having someone to talk to about spare parts and such.”I nodded thoughtfully. “Seems like he treats you nice. He talks to you more than he does with me or anyone
SERAThe room was quiet, dimly lit, with nothing but the sound of our breathing filling the space. I lay next to him, staring at the ceiling, trying to catch my breath. But my eyes kept drifting to him—to that tattoo-covered body lounging lazily against the headboard. My hand moved on its own, tracing my fingers over the ink—lines so intricate, so mesmerizing.My fingers stopped at the wolf howling at a full moon, beautifully etched across his chest, covering most of his left side and stretching to his shoulder. “A wolf,” I murmured, my voice softer than usual. “Like your name.”I tilted my head, looking at the wolf that seemed to be howling helplessly at the moon. “Why does it seem bound to the moon? Wolves are supposed to be free,” I asked, trying to understand.
SERA“Don’t hold back, Sera.” His words were a dark, whispered command. “I want to hear every sound you make.”I shook my head slightly, my body trying to resist the overwhelming friction. “I don’t understand what you’re doing to me, Damon,” I whispered. But when his hot hand slid to my back, pulling me closer, I knew I’d already given in.Ignoring my words, his lips returned to my neck, his tongue teasing me there as his hand expertly unclasped my bra. “I can’t stop,” he said in a husky voice that made my heart race.He didn’t give me a choice. There was no escape. I knew I should be angry, should demand an explanation, but somehow, something deeper drew me into this game. “Then don’t.”He stripped away the rest of our clothes with swift movements. I stare at his body with increasingly heavy breathing as he puts on the condom. The tattoos wrapped around his body seemed to tell a dark, unspoken story. And my stomach felt like it was twisting at the sight of how ready he was for me.Hi
DAMONThe door creaked as I opened it, the small sound was enough to make Sera turn her head with a sudden movement. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, her body tense like someone who had waited too long in too narrow a space. Turner mentioned she was waiting for me, but I didn’t expect her to actually stay up this late—and in my room.Our eyes met, and I could see it in hers—anger. Sharp, blazing, and brimming with things she was dying to say.But I beat her to it. “What are you doing here?” My voice was flat, almost casual, though we both knew that wouldn’t last long.She stood up, her jaw tight as she faced me. “Where the hell have you been? Everyone’s been looking for you, but you just disappeared.”
SERAAfter Damon left with a sardonic smile still in my mind, I looked over to Ace who was being handled by Cal. Beck was standing not far away holding his racket. Instantly, I felt worry creep into my chest, even though I knew Ace was a strong person. I tried to suppress the annoyance that was still bubbling up, and focus on this situation.I knelt down beside Ace who was still sitting on the field, clutching his ankle which was starting to swell. His facial expression was a mixture of pain and annoyance that he tried to hide behind a faint smile.“Ace, are you okay?” I asked, even though he clearly wasn't.Cal crouched on Ace’s other side, his hands moving efficiently as he examined the injury. “It’s not a fracture, but it looks like a sprain. We need to get him to his room and ice it.”I nodded. “Should I call a doctor?”Cal let out a small laugh, glancing up at me. “Sera, I’m a doctor, remember?”Oh. Right. Feeling slightly foolish, I just nodded again, more seriously this time. “
DAMONI leaned against the net post, enjoying the brief respite after the first game. Ace, with that annoying winning smile, was clearly satisfied. But I didn't care about this game. I knew he was just trying to provoke me, especially with what he said about Sera. But I knew, he also didn't know what was in my head... or what was between me and Sera.My eyes followed Sera's approaching movements. Her slender legs stepped gracefully, her white dress swayed lightly, as if the whole world stopped spinning and there was only her. That face full of curiosity—oh, she had something to say, didn’t she?I gave her a lopsided smile, a smile that I knew would make her curious. “Something on your mind, princess?” My voice was low, teasing, carrying just the right edge of challenge.