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Seeing Alex walk through my office door with a big smile on his face and wide eyes that showed his excitement to see me had become the highlight of my days at Heldon for the past two weeks.I had become a lot happier since he came into my life and it showed on the outside just as much as it did on the inside. I had heard some whispers from those who thought that I wasn't paying attention that I had become a whole lot nicer and it was a welcome change from the douchebag that I used to be.Funny since I always believed that I was a nice person. I guess my definition of the word and everyone elses was a tad different. Regardless, I was happy.I smiled more, laughed louder, ate more much to Marilyn's delight and in general, I just seemed....No, I was starting to enjoy life a whole lot more than I ever used to. And it was all because of a beautiful, young man with the prettiest brown eyes in the whole world.Alex Mongroove. My boyfriend.It felt nice to hold that title. I just wished that

I couldn't get over what Caleb had told me the other day. Tristan had a lot of other handsome visitors? Hardly of them ever made an appearance twice except for me? And the 'little tranny' called Darling?Wait, who the hell was Darling? I had never heard that name before. Was Tristan having sex with this person as well? And why would this Darling of a person be so possesive? Was there something going on between them?I shook my head. I needed to be careful not to let thoughts like this linger and take root but I couldn't help but think of the what if scenarios. What if there was something going on that I had no idea about? Could Tristan be playing me?No, that couldn't be possible. Right? Tristan was a good man and he would never do that to me."And how would you know?" the voice of pessimism spoke from deep within me, "You can't be too sure of any man these days. Remember what happened with Julius and Collin? Tristan might just be gearing up to join the leagues of lovers who let you d

CHAP.70 [CALEB'S POV]The last gasps of pleasure faded, leaving behind the familiar hollow, disgusting ache that I hated so very much. My eyes, still closed, had painted Tristan's face over the stranger above me, his laugh, his scent, his touch a phantom limb of my deepest desires.I hated this man that just came inside me. Hell, I didn't even know his name. But for the last forty minutes that I fucked him, he was Tristan. It was a pathetic charade, one I played far too often, but it was the only way I could stomach these fleeting encounters. I knew that as much as I wanted to, I could not have Tristan in this way so I had to make do with whatever I could make do with. As the man stirred, a soft groan escaping his lips, I pushed him off me gently but firmly. I had pretended that he was someone else long enough and now I needed him out of my house."Alright," I said, my voice flat, devoid of any warmth. "That was fun," I sat up and picked up my phone, scrolling mindlessly, "You c

Kissing Tristan, fucking Tristan, realizing that I loved Tristan... Every part of it felt like a dam breaking. For weeks, I'd felt this irresistible pull to him, this undeniable affection about him, and the moment our lips met, it all clicked into place.The sex was past the point of being just merely physical or something to use to pass the time as I got over a bad breakup. It was beyond that. I knew it and he knew it and I suppose that was what made it so amazing.The unexpectedness of it all. The fact that it was not something that either of us could deny or chalk up to nothing but lust. It wasn't just a physical spark; it was a profound sense of rightness, like I'd found a missing piece of myself. And when he said that he loved me. Once in his house and the other in his office, it all felt right.Like this was something that was meant to be.But the second it was over, the familiar weight of my reality crashed back in. Heldon, my reputation, my scholarship – everything was on t

"He kissed me, Darling! It was incredible!" I practically shouted into the phone, my voice buzzing with a mix of disbelief and pure elation, ''Oh God, Darling, you're a freaking genius. Your plan worked". And to think that I was worried that it wouldn't work and everything would have been for nothing. It was so hard to believe that we had spent the night together. A wonderful, mind blowing night.I woke up that morning feeling like I was literally walking on sunshine. I could not remember the last time that I felt that way. I knew that I was in a great mood when despite Caleb showing up at my front door again, my mood didn't sour.I was way too glad to be alive. Everything just felt right.Darling, despite sounding a little off, had managed to match my excitement, and just talking about it made my cheeks ache from smiling. I did ask if he was okay because something about the way he spoke seemed.... I don't know, sad.Darling had assured me that he was fine, just feeling under the wea

I floated through the expensive mall, a silent bodyguard walking behind me. I hardly paid him nay attention and let myself get lost in the beauty of the place. The hushed whispers of luxury boutiques seemed to sing to me, each window display a tempting invitation. Today's shopping trip, like so many others, was a lavish gift from Thomas Rowler. He was a mayoral candidate that I had met at a gay bar on a particular thirsady night a year ago and he had taken a liking to me. A liking that came with its ups and downs but the ups were a blessing that I had never expected to have.My hands, adorned with delicate and expensive rings, drifted over racks of couture, selecting pieces with an almost sacred touch. Once upon a time, I had ever really window shopped for things like this but now, here I was touching it. A shimmering , purple, silk blouse here, a perfectly tailored blazer there. Each item was beautiful and called to me; Called to the woman that I was slowly becoming and I loved i