Raphael's voice broke through the tense silence, his brow furrowed with disbelief. "Is it true, man? What happened? And why the hell didn’t you tell me about this sooner?" Victor let out a long sigh, his head hanging low as if the weight of the world was pressing down on him. “It’s true, Raphael. E
Raphael leaned forward, his voice serious. “So what’s the plan? You’re going to confront her?” Victor nodded, his jaw set. “I have to. I need answers! Raphael let out a breath, his face serious. “Good luck, man. You’re going to need it. This kind of bombshell. Victor stood up, his fists clenched.
Raphael smirked as he killed the engine. "This is what you need, bro. A distraction. Trust me." Victor stepped out of the car, eyeing the neon lights and the faint thump of bass vibrating through the walls. As they walked inside, the world seemed to shift. The air was thick with the scent of expe
**Warning: Mature Scene:These Is Very Steamy and Vulgar** *Skip if it's too intense for you* Victor leaned back in his seat, trying to force his mind to slow down, but the dim lighting, the scent of perfume, and the intoxicating rhythm of the music made it impossible to relax. The tension in his
"Strip," they both said, their voices cold and commanding. The blondes stood before them, flushed and breathless, exchanging a glance before slowly obeying. They moved in sync, fingers trembling slightly as they peeled off their clothes, one item at a time, knowing Victor and Raphael’s eyes were gl
Victor stepped through the front door as quietly as he could, the chill of the night still clinging to his skin. The house was dark, silent, and still — just the way he hoped it would be. The soft tick of the grandfather clock echoed in the hallway, reminding him how late it truly was. His stomac
Before he could respond, she stormed toward him, grabbing the collar of his shirt and yanking it aside. "What’s this, then, Victor?” she spat, pointing at the dark bruise on his neck, her finger shaking with rage. “What’s this *hickey* doing here?" Victor's heart sank, and panic spread through him
But Evelyn wasn’t finished. "You think you can just come home reeking of sex and alcohol, confess that you’ve been meeting with your *ex-wife* and some son I never knew about, and everything will be fine?" Her voice was rising again, disbelief flooding her every word. "*You have a son, Victor.* A
The call went to voicemail. Rachael nearly screamed in frustration. She dialed again, her hands shaking so badly she could barely press the button. Ring. Ring. Voicemail. She let out a strangled breath, her body feeling like it was on the verge of collapse. What if Victor had taken him? What if—
"Ms. Kelly!" Rachael’s voice trembled as it left her throat, louder than she intended. Panic was already creeping into her chest, winding tighter with every second that passed. She hurried across the playground, her eyes scanning every inch. Where is he? She kept thinking, her pulse racing faster th
Victor stood, slowly rounding the desk until he was standing just inches away from her, his voice dropping to a low whisper. “And what if I did? What are you going to do about it?” The world seemed to tilt beneath her feet, her mind reeling from the sheer audacity of his words. She stared at him, h
Rachael’s heart pounded in her chest, her pulse heavy in her temples. She could barely breathe, each discovery hitting her like a punch. As she went through her files she discovered that someone has tampered with it. "That son of a bitch!" She yelled as she hit the table in frustration. Heat crept
"Ahh! Fuck, baby!" Rachael moaned, her voice dripping with raw need as Damian stroked her from behind. His hands gripped her hips with a possessive force, his body moving with unrelenting power. She gripped the bedsheets with her teeth as she grabbed the edge of the bed "Yeah, just like that," Da
She gasped, the feeling of his mouth on her neck igniting something primal inside her. Her hands slid under his shirt, her fingertips brushing over the hard planes of his back, feeling the way his muscles flexed under her touch. She tugged at his shirt, impatient now, needing more, needing all of hi
*Trigger Warning Matured Scenes* “I feel like everything is falling apart, Damian,” she choked out, her voice barely audible. “I don’t even recognize myself anymore. I’ve lost so much… and Jamal—” Her voice broke, the pain of her fractured relationship with her son too much to bear. She quickly wip
“No, it’s okay,” she replied, her voice thick with emotion. “I’ve got him.” Damian frowned but nodded, stepping aside to let her in. As they entered the foyer, the soft lighting and the warm interior offered a brief sense of comfort, but it wasn’t enough to ease the storm in Rachael’s mind. A maid
Rachael swallowed hard, trying to suppress the wave of anger and helplessness that surged inside her. She knew she had to stay calm, but the sight of her son—her sweet boy—suddenly broke something inside her. “Jamal…Don't you ever use the f word and say you hate your own mother again” her voice sof