All Chapters of BLUE TALE (The Series): Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Rose had gone out of her way to pack up an impeccable meal, something Emerson thought would keep him tied to the office, next to him. But Porsche had other ideas.“I’ll eat with the other staff today,” Porsche said, holding the food flask with a bright smile.Emerson froze, his pen hovering mid-signature on a document. He stared at Porsche like he had just announced he was moving to Mars. “Eat… with them?” “Yes. They’re fun,” Porsche said cheerfully, already heading toward the door with a spring in his step. “I’ll be back!”Emerson clenched his jaw as the door clicked shut. Fun? Fun? He slammed the pen down, rattling the desk. What did the staff have that he didn’t? He was the boss, for goodness’ sake! Fun? He could be fun too.But instead of chasing after Porsche like a sulking boyfriend, Emerson sank back into his chair, seething. He opened the file in front of him and pretended to work, but the letters swam before his eyes. The thought of Porsche laughing, joking, and sharing foo

 “So… are you fine now? You okay?” Cullen’s voice carried an edge of hesitation. Though, his tone was carefully neutral as if he didn’t want to stir up the storm that had barely settled. Raven recognized what he was refraining from saying.  The spirits, the haunting, the questions neither of them wanted to address head-on—yet. Cullen was trying to keep things light for their mother’s sake, so she doesn't hear. But his brother's restraint was a loaded silence anyway. Raven sighed, running a hand through his dark hair. “Well… does it look like I’m not happy?” “You don't. You look confused as hell. Well, you never exactly make things easy for yourself, do you?” Cullen shot back, folding his arms across his chest. Raven nodded slowly, his lips curving into a faint smile. There wasn’t any v

Raven leaned against the kitchen counter, his fingers drumming against his phone screen as Emerson’s call ended. A faint smirk tugged at his lips. The man was a mystery wrapped in control issues and cryptic lines.  He had lied to Emerson that he was with his mother and brother but, actually he had just gone out to buy some broccoli. Not like he had a reason why. But, he was going to go see his mother and brother anyway.  His phone buzzed again. A text from Emerson lit up the screen: "Find me that weatherman ASAP. No excuses." Raven chuckled. “Weatherman? Where the hell do I find one of those at this hour?” He shook his head, pocketing the phone. "Maybe Zayn would know." Pushing off the counter, he made his way toward the door, locking up behind him.  The evening sun had dipped low, casting warm hues over the quiet street. He adjusted his red face

Emerson smirked, swirling his wine glass. “Nope, that’s another thing you miss out on. Guess I’ll just have to drink for the both of us.” He took a sip, leaning back on the couch with an air of nonchalance.Porsche stared at the liquid in his glass. His synthetic wired mind has already analyzed its composition. “Why would humans willingly impair themselves?”Emerson laughed. “Because sometimes, it’s not about the consequences. It’s about feeling something else for a while—freedom, relief, or just a little bit of chaos.”Porsche tilted his head, his gaze fixed on Emerson. “That seems illogical. If relief is needed, shouldn’t the source of stress be eliminated instead?”“Maybe,” Emerson replied, his voice quieter. “But not everything is that simple. Some things can’t be fixed—they just… are.”The words hung in the air, unspoken weight behind them. Porsche watched him. His systems up there whirred faintly as he tried to parse the layers of meaning. Something in Emerson’s tone felt diff

Emerson leaned in again, this time placing his lips above Porsche's nipple and lightly encircling it with his tongue. Porsche's hands seemed to have a mind of their own as he explored the firmness of Emerson's body. Pushing against Emerson rock-hard abs and feeling his muscular arms as he licked Porsche skin only caused Porsche unexplainable desire to increase.Porsche suddenly felt a flood of liquid seeped from his dick hole, drenching his underwear in slick lubrication as his body prepared to take Emerson's cock.He trailed his fingers down Emerson's stomach, strumming them along the peaks and valleys of his abs beforedipping his fingers behind his waistband. Emerson's breath hitched, and he stood upright, giving Porsche free rein to unbutton his pants and pull down the zipper. Porsche's eyes stilled at the sight he met with when he pulled down Emerson jeans. Emerson's underwear is stretched to the max by the girth pushing against it.Pulling at the band of his briefs, Porsche