~VINCENT~ ‘Chaos’ would be an understatement of the century to describe this situation and right at that moment, Vincent knew he was doomed again. He wished the ground could just open up and swallow him. Two pairs of eyes; one with surprise and one with amusement, are fixed on him while he is trying to keep the sweat from trailing down his forehead. After a moment passed, he finally decided to break the silence. “E…elo—” “What's going on, Vince?” Elora asked in suspicion. “Who's he?” Vincent, who'd always been a bad liar stammered, “A–a friend.” Dimitri's brows shot up in amusement. “A friend?” Elora slid past Dimitri, coming to stand between the two men and repeated. “Who's he Vincent?” “I said he's a friend.” Vincent grumbled, dipped his hand into his pocket and his gaze shot to Dimitri. “And you, disrespectfully get the fuck off.” Vincent watched, trying not to gulp when he gave him a smirk and his broad back disappeared. He moved his gaze back to Elora who's still glaring
~Dimitri~ Since his youth, he'd learnt to stop wishing for things, because they won’t come true. He grew up and made things happen on his own. So knowing that, how come he found himself staring at the house he'd just stepped out from, wishing that what's happening behind the closed door is not what he's thinking. Dimitri showed no reaction. His face didn't give away the chaos on his mind as he leaned against his car opposite Vincent's house. He waited, and waited and each minute moved agonisingly slow until the door opened and a disheveled Elora descended the stairs, huffing, and using her hands to smoothen her hair. When she reached the feet of the stairs, her gaze moved to the man leaning on a car across the street. Her eyes widened before she clenched her teeth and marched towards him seething. “You! Who are you?” Dimitri raised an elegant eyebrow, his lips twitching as he moved his hand from under his chin and dipped it into his pocket. “You don't want to know.” He stated.
~Dimitri~ Maybe he's not thinking rationally or this is probably the most rational thing to do. But he found himself opposite Vincent's apartment again. He wanted to turn and speed back to the penthouse but he shook his head. Being lonely had done more harm than good to him and he knew he could use a company right now. So, shutting all his ‘maybes’ away at a deep corner of his mind,he ascended the stairs and tried to turn the knob but it's locked. He shook his head and knocked. He waited but no response. He knocked again but it's as if there's no soul in the house. Even the lights are off. He turned back, his eyes fixed on his car. That's when he heard it; the sound of the door opening. He hurriedly turns back and he's met with a sight he least expected; Vincent stood before him, staring at him in bewilderment. He's naked from the chest and a small towel is draped on his neck while another towel hangs snugly around his waist. His blonde hair stuck to his forehead and droplets o
~VINCENT~ When the fish is caught in the net, the smart ones don’t move; if they do, they exhaust what remains of their energy and die faster. Vincent had been trying to act like the smart fish but he kept failing miserably. And… he did hear everything he said yesterday when he thought he was asleep. Afterall, it's not wrong to be wary of someone who's rumored to be the king of the mafia world and who'd blatantly told him that he's an enemy but his actions refused to show what he really is. Why did he lick his tears when he's meant to be ruthless, why did he pacify him when he had been crying because of him. Did he read his mind by coming back, knowing he needed warmth and company? He's a paradox, a difficult puzzle that's hard to assemble, a riddle he didn't know the answer to despite becoming a judge at such a young age. How did they get here? Why did he feel so comfortingly safe in his arms as if that's how it's meant to be. It's wrong… so wrong. He wanted to escape the deep
~MARA~ And what is unrequited love? Well, to her, it's a killer of joy, a bitch, a mood changer, and a destroyer. For the first time in her life, she'd find it hard to get someone she really wants. Dimitri is a challenge. And guess what? She loves challenges and she won't stop until she conquers him. She had her eyes on someone who didn't even find her worthy as a love partner. She had her eyes on someone who's as cold as ice. But… that's about to change. The mail she just opened is her gateway to conquering him. Her hands fly over the keyboard as her lips stretched into a sweet smile. When she's done, she leaned back into her chair and clutched her cloth over her heart. “Dimitri…” She whispered. “My Dimitri.” Minutes passed before she finally sighed then stood up. Her whole room is covered in purple, ranging from fluffy purple couches, bed spread, wall paper, curtains and carpets. Even the whole room smells of lavender. She opened her wardrobe and picked a caramel cotton g
~ DIMITRI ~ Somewhere in the depth of his hollow mind, he knew it wouldn't end well. It was supposed to be a one night thing, so why did he hold back the previous night, why did he refuse to give in to his sadism tendencies and just take him despite the pain? But the biggest question of all is, why did he sleep over? Dimitri inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of his shampoo. Vincent is snuggled against his chest now after fighting to get away from him some hours ago and he's resting his chin on his head. He sighed before slowly peeling his arm from his body. He watched as he shifted deeper into the warmth left by him and he felt his lips twitching before quickly masking it. He spared him one last glance and silently picked up his cloth and wore it back, resisting the urge to go back into the bed and squeeze him against his chest once more. But he didn't want to draw unwanted attention to him. He clenched his fist and slowly opened the door. It's a few hours before dawn and the w
~ VINCENT ~“Leave. You are not welcomed here.” He said, teeth clenched as he slammed the door to Dimitri's face and pressed his back on the door, slowly sliding down before his butt met the floor.A week had passed and the thought of Dimitri growing bored of him relieved and hurt him but with time, he forced himself to learn to accept it. But suddenly, this night, he saw him at his doorstep again, panting as if he'd run some miles just to get here so he could leave the next morning like he'd left. Again? No. Fucking. Way.The knocks continued for some times before stopping and Vincent sighed — in disappointment and relief — before standing and walking towards his living room.Suddenly, there's another knock on the door followed by Dimitri's threatening voice, “Open the goddamn door before I blow it down.” Vincent gritted his teeth and turned back to the door, his palm turning clammy. “You wouldn't dare.”“You don't want to defy me, Signore Mio.” Vincent inhaled deeply and marched
~ — ~ “What's that?” Vincent asked, his eyes slightly blurred from just waking up from an uneasy slumber. The previous night was not like the other night they had together. This time, Vincent was sober – literally – and he'd tried to shrug the fucker off him but to no avail. Dimitri's gaze turned to him for some seconds before he went back to unwrapping the box – the sound which had woken Vincent up in the first place. “You mean this?” Vincent nodded. Dimitri brought the box's contents out, his lips pulling up into a smirk as he stretched the first item forth. “A butt plug.” he stretched the second. “A lube.” Vincent blinked, chasing away the sleep. He crawled deeper into the bed. “W–what?” Dimitri cocked his eyebrow. “This is meant for priming and to bring pleasure. And this is to… you know… lubricate things… as in lube.” “I know that.” Vincent answered, his eyes darting around the room. “But who are you using that on? Hopefully not me.” Dimitri stood and stalked towards him
~ VINCENT ~Apart from hating Dimitri with all his heart, he also hated sitting in the middle seat in planes. He'd always preferred sitting on the seat near the window, but today on his trip to Miami, flight-luck was not on his side.Unfortunately, he was squashed between two couples who are always passing stuff and talking to each other. Vincent closed his eyes, his brows scrunched in frustration as the lady to his left leaned forward to talk to her partner, who was sitting on Vincent's right while he hoped that he won't feel any saliva landing on his being.The lady feeling his distress slowly tapped him and he peeled his weary eyes open with a questioning look etched on his brows.“What?”She blew the gum in her mouth and pointed to her partner. “If you don't mind, can you come sit here so I can be closer with my partner?” She asked.And Vincent internally rolled his eyes. My partner, my foot! If he's not lucky in love by not having a partner, he will make sure anyone around him fe
~ VINCENT ~What do a normal human do in this situation? Sit down and continue to wallow in self pity? Or give up on everything altogether?It's supposed to be either of the two. But… Vincent is not a normal human. His breaking point didn't break him. Instead, it broke another thing. And what's that? The fog clouding his senses.He dropped his phone and let out one long bitter laugh until his belly ached. Then, he stood up. Even though he looked tired, there was a certain light burning in the depth of his eyes. And it's not the normal light that always burns in his eyes. Instead, this one was different, dangerous, it was the light that was drawn from pain. Instead of letting his situation break him, he drew motivation from it. And that was all that mattered to him at the moment. First things first, Vincent took off his shirt, leaving only sweat pants that hung loosely around his snatched waist. He'd grown lean but he didn't care about that right now. The only thing that mattered for
Even the simplest task seem insurmountable for Vincent. It was like the weight of the whole world was placed on his shoulders. His mind was a jumble of negative thoughts and he'd lost interest in the things that once brought him joy and the world around him which seems dull and gray, not that he stepped out of his apartment since that day. He's exhausted but he couldn't sleep. He's hungry but he couldn't eat. He's numb, but the pain still lingered, a constant reminders that he's not okay. It was like he was falling into a dark hole, a dark abyss and not just any hole or abyss, instead, it was one that he couldn't get out of, one in which it was like he was being passed a shovel to dig deeper. And despite his best effort, he couldn't shake off the feeling that he's not good enough, that he's a failure, that he's worthless. And it was due to losing his purpose, his sense of direction and he's just going through the motions by staying in his dark apartment with his windows shut.He sta
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