~ DIMITRI ~Dimitri glared at her in confusion, his jaw twitching before he stepped forward and collected the piece of paper form Mara. However, when his gaze landed on it, his eyes darkened.His eyes scanned the content on the paper in a hurry, his eyes turning dark each second until he finally tear his gaze away from the paper. “Who dropped this?” He asked, his voice dropping to a dangerous edge.Mara stood up on wobbly feet and shrugged casually.But Dimitri couldn't deny the fact that it was Vincent's handwriting that was on the paper which meant one thing - he'd entered his office and saw them. But what did he mean that he's no longer interested in the relationship anymore because he he never loved him and he's already planning his marriage? No. He shook his head in denial. There's something wrong somewhere and he needed to know. He dipped the paper into his pocket and hurried to his table to use the telephone.After ordering his men to get a car ready, he rushed out of his off
~ VINCENT ~He stared at the phone in astonishment before picking it up and bringing it to his ear.“Vincent?” His father's harsh voice sounded from the other side.“Yes. I'm at work, father.” He said slowly, walking into his office and closing the door behind him. “Be here within an hour.” His father ordered and cut the call, not allowing him to talk.Vincent stared at the wall in confusion before stepping out of his office and closing the door. He acted oblivious to the looks as he reached his car and sped off towards the Reynolds’ mansion.His mind wandered miles per minute on why he'd called him with such a tone. What's happening? Was something wrong at home? Or, was something wrong with his mother. No, no. He shook his head in denial, pressing the gas as he increased his speed until he reached his parents' place.The sun was starting to set when he reached his parents' place. He stepped out of the car, scanning the vast property with his eyes. He locked his car and gave one of t
~ DIMITRI ~He couldn't even think of where to find him apart from his office which unfortunately, he was absent from. He pondered upon going to his parents' house but he changed his mind and sat in his car, powerless and it was at that moment that he knew that he really knew nothing about the one who'd been clouding his senses for weeks. He branched the penthouse and took his phone but when he dialed his number, it kept going to voicemail. With one last sigh, he revved his engine, determined to wait for Vincent at his door till eternity and if push turns to shove, bring the door down. His fingers clenched and unclenched on the steering wheel throughout the short journey to Vincent's house. When he reached his place, he parked on the road side, took his phone and got out of his car. It was evening and he was troubled. He walked towards his door and called his number, hoping upon all hope to hear his phone ring behind the closed door but to no avail. Dimitri knocked and turned the k
Mara's hand flew to her mouth, trying to muffle her fake sobs. She rushed out of the lounge area, not because of her acting, but because she had something to do and the threat still sat upon her like a fog.Glancing left and right, she silently turned to the left corridor opposite the mansion's main kitchen and as if the shadows had been waiting for her, a hand drew her into another corner.A gasp spilled from her throat before she inhaled and used her hands to pat her hair in order to regain her composure.“I told you not to scare me like that.” She chided softly.The man in the shadow chuckled and released her before he leaned on the wall. “What games are you playing, Mara?” He asked, his voice, dark, low, and dangerous.Mara smiled, her gaze darting to her back before landing back on him. “I'm not playing any games, Ivan. I'm just supporting the winning side.”“The winning side?” He asked, leaning down until his head was at the same level with Mara's. “And who told you I'm losing?
“What have you done?” A low voice laced with disdain asked. “What have you done Dimitri?!” Dimitri ignored the accusation, his movements deliberate as he approached the lifeless body sprawled across the bedroom floor. He knelt beside her, his dark eyes fixed on her pale face. With precision, he placed two fingers on her neck, his jaw tensing as he confirmed the truth. The woman kneeling beside Ava's body, her red hair a stark contrast to Ava's limp form, looked up at Dimitri with tears and venom in her eyes. “You killed her! You monster! You should have sent her back to us if you didn’t want her!” Dimitri rose to his feet, his expression unreadable. He tilted his head, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “I should?” His gaze locked onto Ava’s mother, her features a haunting echo of her daughter’s. “Return my daughter to me this instant!” Mrs. Bianchi begged, her voice cracking. Dimitri’s response was a cold, calculated smile, his eyes glinting with a hint of menace. “The last ti
~VINCENT~“Maybe I'm the problem…”Vincent muttered under his breath, his eyes fixed on his cock which continued to sleep limply between his legs. He sighed and shifted his gaze upward to the sight before him.Under the dim light of the VIP lounge, he continued to watch as the stripper he'd specially hired slid her slender hands down the pole in the center of the room, her long hair whipping around her face. He watched as her hips swayed. Her legs extended as she performed a slow sensual dance while her eyes were locked on his. But that's it, his body didn't react to the supposed delicious sight before him and his cock continued to sleep limply. Vincent is frustrated and even under the dim light, he could see the doubt etched on the stripper's face who he'd insisted on not wearing a mask. He gave her a reassuring nod and the lady went back to her dance but now, with more vigor. Vincent leaned back on the chair and shut his eyes. Today is not only about trying to get himself aroused
~DIMITRI~“It's the judgment of this court that the prosecution has failed to meet its burden of proof. Therefore, the defendant is hereby acquitted of all charges.” Vincent said, and banged his gavel, signaling the end of the case.The court erupted into cheers and murmurs. Dimitri watched as the lawyer supporting Ava's parents’ gritted his teeth before his shoulders slumped in defeat.Dimitri continued to watch, trying to keep his lips from cracking into a smile. He continued to watch Vincent who's talking to an older man to his right and he felt jealousy course through his veins.Initially, he knew he was supposed to hate him. He's a judge. A fucking judge! One of the heads of the enforcer of the law. It was a judge that had set his stepmother free after she killed his mother in cold blood thereby ruining his chance of a happy childhood. A fucking judge! But… he couldn't even bring himself to hate this particular judge who sat at the other side of the courtroom, at least not after
~VINCENT~He knew he should have ran. He should have ran like the stripper did. But, fear is a bastard after all, it crippled him, and turned his brain into mayonnaise; mushy and soft, until he couldn't think for himself again. And as he stared back at himself in the mirror, his breath caught in his throat. “I… I…” He tried to say to no one in particular before sighing in defeat as he ran his hands through his golden blonde hair. His blue-green eyes stared back at him with equal intensity. A shiver ran down his spine when his thought ran back to what Dimitri had mouthed that morning. And right at that moment, Vincent knew he's doomed.Ever since that incident a week ago when he had a man's cock in his mouth for the first time, when he had a man rub his cock for the first time, he just knew it, he didn't need someone to tell him that. Vincent had acted oblivious to his feelings for so long but not until Dimitri breached his walls like a thief breaching a house. He gave himself a last
Mara's hand flew to her mouth, trying to muffle her fake sobs. She rushed out of the lounge area, not because of her acting, but because she had something to do and the threat still sat upon her like a fog.Glancing left and right, she silently turned to the left corridor opposite the mansion's main kitchen and as if the shadows had been waiting for her, a hand drew her into another corner.A gasp spilled from her throat before she inhaled and used her hands to pat her hair in order to regain her composure.“I told you not to scare me like that.” She chided softly.The man in the shadow chuckled and released her before he leaned on the wall. “What games are you playing, Mara?” He asked, his voice, dark, low, and dangerous.Mara smiled, her gaze darting to her back before landing back on him. “I'm not playing any games, Ivan. I'm just supporting the winning side.”“The winning side?” He asked, leaning down until his head was at the same level with Mara's. “And who told you I'm losing?
~ DIMITRI ~He couldn't even think of where to find him apart from his office which unfortunately, he was absent from. He pondered upon going to his parents' house but he changed his mind and sat in his car, powerless and it was at that moment that he knew that he really knew nothing about the one who'd been clouding his senses for weeks. He branched the penthouse and took his phone but when he dialed his number, it kept going to voicemail. With one last sigh, he revved his engine, determined to wait for Vincent at his door till eternity and if push turns to shove, bring the door down. His fingers clenched and unclenched on the steering wheel throughout the short journey to Vincent's house. When he reached his place, he parked on the road side, took his phone and got out of his car. It was evening and he was troubled. He walked towards his door and called his number, hoping upon all hope to hear his phone ring behind the closed door but to no avail. Dimitri knocked and turned the k
~ VINCENT ~He stared at the phone in astonishment before picking it up and bringing it to his ear.“Vincent?” His father's harsh voice sounded from the other side.“Yes. I'm at work, father.” He said slowly, walking into his office and closing the door behind him. “Be here within an hour.” His father ordered and cut the call, not allowing him to talk.Vincent stared at the wall in confusion before stepping out of his office and closing the door. He acted oblivious to the looks as he reached his car and sped off towards the Reynolds’ mansion.His mind wandered miles per minute on why he'd called him with such a tone. What's happening? Was something wrong at home? Or, was something wrong with his mother. No, no. He shook his head in denial, pressing the gas as he increased his speed until he reached his parents' place.The sun was starting to set when he reached his parents' place. He stepped out of the car, scanning the vast property with his eyes. He locked his car and gave one of t
~ DIMITRI ~Dimitri glared at her in confusion, his jaw twitching before he stepped forward and collected the piece of paper form Mara. However, when his gaze landed on it, his eyes darkened.His eyes scanned the content on the paper in a hurry, his eyes turning dark each second until he finally tear his gaze away from the paper. “Who dropped this?” He asked, his voice dropping to a dangerous edge.Mara stood up on wobbly feet and shrugged casually.But Dimitri couldn't deny the fact that it was Vincent's handwriting that was on the paper which meant one thing - he'd entered his office and saw them. But what did he mean that he's no longer interested in the relationship anymore because he he never loved him and he's already planning his marriage? No. He shook his head in denial. There's something wrong somewhere and he needed to know. He dipped the paper into his pocket and hurried to his table to use the telephone.After ordering his men to get a car ready, he rushed out of his off
~ DIMITRI ~The sunlight filtered through the huge glass floor to ceiling windows, casting golden glow on the tiled floor.Some meters away was a lounge area and on the three seater chair lay Dimitri, with Mara snuggled into his chest. His black inky hair was a mess and his eyes were shut close. He was also naked from waist-down. Mara slowly woke up and sat up with a wince. Her clothes lay some meters away from the couch and she was naked. After sitting up with great effort, she parted her thighs and poked her core, eliciting another wince from her. But despite the wince, there was a small smile on her face. She shifted her gaze to Dimitri who was still asleep and her gaze became unfocused, her mind running miles per minute on how to get herself out of the situation. Then, she fanned her face and yawned, forcing out tears. She sniffed, wiping the tears that slowly gathered on her face off as she tapped Dimitri. Dimitri's eyes flung open as if he was just thrusted into his body, an
~ VINCENT ~ His boyfriend, who'd been clouding his mind sat in the lounge area of his office. It would have been better if he was just sitting but no, he sat there, eyes dazed as Mara, his secretary and personal assistant bounced on his cock. Infact, his hands were placed on her hip, controlling her pace. Vincent stepped into the room in disbelief. Was this a dream? Or a nightmare he needed to wake up from? He couldn't believe his eyes.“Dimitri.” He called but he didn't even budge. Instead, the sound of his grunts only increased. “M… mara.” He called, his fingers digging into his palm.Mara turned to him, and when her eyes landed on him, she beamed and licked her lips before sealing Dimitri's lips with hers.The room was filled with grunts and Mara's moans. Mara ignored him as if he wasn't even there and continued to bounce on his cock. Dimitri's eyes were shut close with his mouth parted, his head leaned against the chair. Vincent stood still and released his clenched fingers in
~ VINCENT ~After branching from his apartment for a change of clothes, Vincent drove towards Dimitri's office. Having forgotten everything that happened at his parents' house, he has this smile and dreamy look on his face. He and Dimitri had gone on dates and he'd never felt this fulfilled in years. It was like he was floating. He doesn't want it to end. He stopped by a gas station, some kilometers away from Dimitri's office. He picked his phone checking Dimitri's last chat and his cheeks reddened again. Clearing his throat, he stepped out of his car and scanned his card.It was at that moment that his phone dinged and he hurriedly unlocked it in anticipation. But he was disappointed when the source of the notification was Elora. He snickered, ignoring it but he shook his head when he saw that what she sent was a picture.And he couldn't help but wonder what she's up to again.He opened the chat and downloaded the picture which was captioned with. ‘Your time is running out, Vince.’
*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
~ 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