“You don't have a say in this Dimitri.” Vincent cautioned, walking out of the kitchen and towards his room. Dimitri followed closely behind.“And what made you think that?” “You don't know Elora like I do.” He said through gritted teeth as he shot him a glare before continuing on his march towards his wardrobe. He grabbed a loose black shirt and hurriedly wore it before giving Dimitri a small peck on his lips.Then, he rushed towards the sitting room and grabbed his car keys. And, he's sprinting out of the apartment and towards his car.Dimitri stood at the front of the apartment, watching as the car sped off in the distance. He knew he can't really do anything right now. And there it is, the feeling of being powerless. He hated it. He hated it with all the fibre in his being. But again, he swallowed, willing it to disappear. Afterall, it's not that he knew the location he drove off too.Vincent sped out of the area and into the city before pulling up at the front of a small cozy caf
~ VINCENT ~The drive back to his apartment was silent. He silently stepped out of the car and locked it. Infact, it seemed like the world itself was silent. When he entered, Dimitri was sitting on the couch, the TV's remote between his fingers. When he saw the door open, he sprang to his feet and rushed towards Vincent who looked like the weight of the whole world was placed on his shoulders. “What happened? What did she say?”Vincent forced on a smile, the smile not reaching his eyes. “Father and mother sent her to me.” He lied through his teeth.Dimitri's gaze lingered on his face, doubt evident in his eyes but he nodded nonetheless. He lightly tugged Vincent in and settled him on the couch. Then, he sat opposite him. “Can you tell me what she said though?” Vincent, who looked absentminded, snapped his gaze back to Dimitri. “No, it's nothing to worry about.” He said dismissively and stood up to make his way to his room. “I need to sleep.”Dimitri stared at his retreating back in
“The agent of one's undoing is frequently a familiar face hiding behind a mask of loyalty and deceit.” They say.Well, this is the case for Mara and Dimitri. The former, who wouldn't stop until she conquers her boss, and the latter, who didn't think such of his little secretary. One would have thought that Dimitri would confront Mara about what happened the other day. But he didn't. Since it was about Vincent, he already knew that he has a tendency of losing control when it comes to him. He's powerless when it comes to him, so he counted it as just another event that brought them closer. After checking up on the empire which is mostly managed by his second in command and cousin, Ivan, he adjusted his jacket and stepped out of the elevator which led him to his office's floor. And again, Mara was waiting. She's dressed in a black corporate gown and black flat shoes. They went through the normal routine of checking schedules and Dimitri cancelling off the ones that's not really worth
“So…” He started, deliberately trailing off while Elora spiraled off in panic, her hands covering her exposed breasts.“…you met with Vincent Reynolds today.” Elora nodded more times than needed, all the while squinting her eyes to get a better view of the stranger before her. “Who are you?” She whispered again.“Dimitri Santini. Remember that name because it may be the last you will ever know.”Elora's breath stilled in her throat and she opened her mouth, trying to scream but Dimitri beat her to it by cocking his gun. “I wouldn't do that if I were you…”“What do you want?”“Answers.”“I have none. I just came here for a release because my fiancé doesn't know how to do it.” She said, gritting her teeth in an attempt to stop herself from saying what she may regret.Dimitri chuckled. “Not the answer to that one.” He replied.Elora gulped, shifting back into the couch. “W…we broke up.” She stammered.Dimitri cocked an eyebrow, trying to see a reason in how that aligns with Vincent's so
Vincent was at home alone when his phone rang. He'd just finished a video call with one of his clients at that time and when his gaze wandered to the caller's name flashing on his phone's screen, it was a splitting headache that accompanied it.He let it ring for more minutes before he picked it up and put it on speaker while the phone was still on the table. Not allowing her to land, he said, “I have no money left, Elora.”Elora laughed. “You don't mean that right?”Vincent shook his head. “I've finished paying the Money which we agreed on as a billion dollars and now, I'm broke. I really have nothing left to give you.”“I still have the video and the pictures.”“You will delete it. I've performed my own end of the deal. It's left for you to perform yours.” “If I were you, I wouldn't try me, Vince.” “Sorry my bad.” Vincent snickered and cut the call. He continued rubbing the lines on his head before he dropped his fist on the table in anger. Some of the stuff on the table jumped b
On stepping into the huge opulent office, Vincent's eyes landed on Dimitri who was standing in front of a floor to ceiling window, overlooking the city with his hands in his pocket. When he heard the door open, he turned to the door, the sides of his eyes crinkled when his eyes landed on him.“You can leave now.” He said.And Mara doesn't need to be told again before she leaves after bowing. Vincent watched the door close behind him before he turned his attention back on Dimitri who's assessing him with the gaze of a predator.Vincent didn't let his eyes wander too much so he wouldn't look weird as he slowly stepped further into the office. “You said you want to see me.” He repeated one of his rehearsed lines.“I said I miss you.” Dimitri said, taking slow steps towards him.Vincent paused. Okay, that wasn't part of what he rehearsed.“I…I'm here.” He said, his gaze fixed anywhere but his face. Dimitri made a turn and instead of walking towards him, he walked towards his desk instea
~ VINCENT ~“You look happy.” His mother said, her eyes fixed on him while he poke his salad with his fork.He shifted his gaze to her, a smile lingering on his lips. “That's because I am.” He replied, moving his gaze back to his phone which he was focused on while eating. “I definitely have Elora to thank for this.” She said, smiling at Elora who's sitting beside Vincent on the dining table. Elora let out a nervous laughter while Vincent clenched his jaw, his grip on the fork tightening. They spoke about random things while eating and Vincent couldn't help but thank his stars that his father was not there. After the maids cleared the table, they moved to the sitting room and sat in the lounge area. Vincent was starting to grow impatient, his eyes darting from Dimitri's last chat to his mother's smiling face and back again.“Mo—”His mother turned her attention away from Elora and to him before her red tinted lips stretched into a wider smile. “Less I forget.” She started. “We wa
*TWO DAYS LATER*The Reynolds mansion was booming with activities. The air is filled with the smell of expensive colognes and soft chatters. Vincent dusted an invisible dirt on his pristine cream colored suit as he gave one of the men at the mansion's gate his car key. Then, he made his way towards the mansion's entrance. It was 9:00 am in the morning and Thanksgiving will start by 10. He'd to maintain his good child façade by coming earlier an hour prior to the starting time.He nodded at one of the guests who stood by the entrance, chatting with a lady in a corporate gown. When he reached the main double doors, his mother, Isabella was there with his father by her side, receiving guests.When his mother saw him, she rushed towards him, engulfing him in a hug.“My boy.” She saidHe hugged her back, his eyes moving to his father who stood behind his mother. His mother pulled back, checking his side as if she's searching for something.“Where's your wife?” Vincent chewed the insides
Starting this book wasn't part of the plan. That day, my goal was to scroll through P*******t to find a cover for "GOOD SIN" since I wasn't able to afford a designer. But then, I saw a rainbow poem. And it was just... too emotional. I've always been neutral but the idea just came that day. I wasn't a big fan of MM or BL books and I knew it won't hurt to do something new so I started my first draft. The final kick in the ass was Goodnovel's contest. I applied and I wasn't really surprised when it passed the review because I worked for this. I don't really want to say too much. So, I will be using this medium to appreciate all my readers. To you: You are the one who kept me going. You are the that made me not to give up on Dimitri and Vincent. Yes, I almost gave up. I was a lazy writer. But seeing my subscribers grow by twos and threes everyday was like a fuel. Then, Trice Miano came. When I saw you voted for my book, I was really happy. Then, you commented. That day wasn't just no
Maybe the quote was right. What is really meant for you cannot be taken away. After thirty two years, Vincent had finally learnt that a home doesn't necessarily have to be a place. It could be a person. He might be smart, but his body was obviously a dumbass. Even with him openly portraying Dimitri Santini as the devil, he'd willingly let him drag him into darkness. A darkness he never wanted to slip out of. Dimitri eased into his hole one last time before sliding out and landing on his back. Then, he pulled him atop him, their sweats and breaths mingling together just like it was supposed to be. “You have the stamina of a beast.” Vincent scoffed, leaning up to take a look at his face. He smirked as he kissed his nose. “Thank you Signore Mio.” “That wasn't a praise.” “Who said it's not?” He scoffed one last time, knowing well that arguing with him is pointless. He will always win. He placed his head back on his chest and closed his eyes as he listened to the soothing so
The kiss was gentle.And slow. Unhurried. With no tongues. Yet.Dimitri pulled him closer by his neck and deepened the kiss. Then, he sucked on his lips as his thumb played with his pulse.Just how much he'd missed the thrum of his pulse again his finger or the beat of his heart against his chest. Heaven knows how much he'd missed him. And that thought only fueled his determination.He wanted to have him. All over again.He needed him like he needed air and he wanted to engrave himself under his skin just like it was meant to be.Would he let him?Well, it doesn't matter. He is Dimitri Santini. He always gets what he wants and now, he wants him and he would get him. But this time, he'd decided he won't use force. He would make him submit. Willingly.His tongue probed his teeth, silently demanding entry, and he let him. He drove in straight, pulling him more closer until he's sitting on the floor and he's straddling him. He sucked on his tongue, exploring his mouth and tasting the alco
Now, miserability flowed in Vincent's veins instead of blood. The day was not really over but his’ was already ruined.“Thank you guys.” He whispered, his gaze fixed on the ceiling in silence, his mind replaying the scene.He could still feel his lips on him, the way he'd claimed him and almost bruised his lips. Absent-mindedly, his fingers touched his lips and he pressed it before hissing and dropping his hand to his side.Because now, he didn't only hate him, he hated himself too.As soon as Jenna entered and closed the door, Remi turned to her. “Where did you go bitch?” “To get a stuff real quick.” She said with a chuckle as she walked forward before flopping beside Vincent and grabbing his hand.“You are acting suspicious…” Alex whispered and she shot him a glare before diverting her attention back to Vincent.“Emm, Vince. Actually, I don't really know how to pacify someone through words but I can accompany you to the bar and we can drink like a sailor.”“So you could slip off wi
~ VINCENT ~ Silence.Wave after waves of silence.He could hear nothing except the loud beats of his heart and the blood rushing to his ears and his harsh breath due to the anger coursing through his veins.Vincent blinked in shock as his friends suddenly brushed past him. He felt someone push him forward before he heard the door shut behind him. He turned to the door. It was really closed.The fuckers has locked him outside, leaving him with the devil.But he refused to be scared. He'd already dined and dwelled with the devil. He's the devil he knew now right? There's nothing to be scared about now right?He whispered to himself internally, trying to calm his racing heart.It was like they were in a staring contest. Dimitri stared at him, trying to etch his face back into memory. And he glared back, trying to contain the anger and bloodlust he felt. Thank God for Remi forcing him to gym and learn how to box, his confidence had increased by ten folds even though he knew that if he
~ VINCENT ~“Did you know that something similar happened with me and Jake?” Alex said, washing the cabbage in the sink.“Hmm?” Vincent asked absentmindedly, his gaze fixed on the potatoes he was trying to squash with a fork. It was the evening of his graduation and Mother-jenna had placed a ‘no take out’ rule to celebrate the newest graduates. And here they are, in the kitchen after Jenna herself almost burnt down the whole chicken while trying to flip a beef. Ironic.“It was a pool party and I saw a girl kissing him beside the pool. We were in our second year of university. If we hadn't been dating since high school, I wouldn't have believed him.”Vincent glanced at her over his shoulder. “If I could remember clearly, we were not up to four months and the trust was not fully established.”“Wow. And you guys did all those things within four months?”“Hmm.” He nodded.At that moment, Remi trotted into the open kitchen, his wet hair glued to his head.Vincent only spared him a quick
~ VINCENT ~ His eyes were fixed intently on his back in shock and rage until he disappeared into the crowd. But him disappearing into the crowd didn't break the haze in his eyes. However, it broke the one in his friends instead as they cornered him on all sides.“What in the actual hell just happened?” Alex asked, finally breathing after Dimitri was long gone. “That's quite a good looking man.”Jenna didn't beat around any bush as she took slow steps towards Vincent and grabbed his wrist, then she pinched hard until he winced.“What was that for?” He asked, glaring at her from above his nose.“You have a fucking whole lot to explain.” She said slowly.“There's nothing to explain.” He rebutted.“Keep saying that to make yourself happy, Vince.” Remi finally said. “But before that, can we take the picture now? I need to frame it and put it in my room. I almost lost my life including my social life just by chasing this degree and I even want to make a banner from the picture for my perso
~ DIMITRI ~He watched, his face blank as he stepped on the stage in his gown and was handed a diploma tube, a smile on his face as he started shaking hands with a long row of people consisting of men and women.What?Break their hands for daring to shake him? Carve out their eyes with his knife for staring at him, at his smile or sew their lips together for smiling at him? Umm, he could do all. But… he didn't want to scare him.It was a surprise not a mission to add more to the long list of his hatred for him. So, he sat there among the crowd who were cheering for the graduates while he tried to mix in with his eyes watching his every move, the glow in his eyes and the smile on his lips. It's simply addictive. He could watch him all day or no, that's what he'd been doing. He could watch him for eternity.When he reached the last line, he stopped again for the upteenth time and smiled in the direction of the camera, waiting for the famiiar flashlight.But that was when his eyes met h
A YEAR LATER~ VINCENT ~There was as much risk in taking leaps as there was in not leaping at all. Which was why Vincent had sourced for closure. Time heals everything will continue to be the biggest lie of all times to him. Because time didn't heal anything. He just learnt to live with a part of his heart gone and he's fine with it.Tonight's closure will cover up for the damages.It was his graduation tomorrow. The four friends had decided to have a pre graduation ceremony for Remi who'd repeated the same year more than two times and Vincent courtesy of Jenna.The incident at the bar the previous year didn't really deter them from going to bars and it didn't deter them this time either. Y.O.L.O!That's Jenna's mantra to get them to agree with her and it never fails. Afterall, they only live once and what's the worst that can happen. The living room was filled with different smells of cologne as they got dressed, music blasting in the speakers attached to the apartment's ceiling