Straight Until Him
Alessandro Romano has it all money, power, and a future already planned for him. In a few days, he’s getting engaged to the perfect woman. At least, that’s what the world sees.
But Alessandro is living a lie. He has never loved a woman. He has never even wanted to. And the night before his engagement, one kiss with a stranger makes him feel more alive than ever.
That stranger? Micah Hartwell. His soon-to-be fiancée’s older brother.
Micah is everything Alessandro isn’t: bold, unafraid, and tired of hiding. Their connection is dangerous, messy, and impossible to ignore. But secrets have a way of surfacing.
Sandra, the bride-to-be, is hiding something too. She knows Alessandro’s truth and she’s using it. The engagement is fake. Love is fake. But the damage? That’s very real.
When everything blows up in public, Alessandro has to choose between the life he was raised for… and the love he never saw coming.
He Said He’s Straight is a story about lies, love, freedom, and the fire it takes to be yourself even when the whole world says you can’t.
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Chapter: Epilogue: HomeMicah’s POVThe morning smells like rain and roasted beans. Wet earth clings to the air, fresh and cool after the night shower. The street is quiet, puddles shining under grey sky. I breathe deep.We are walking down the rebuilt district; the same street that once looked like a graveyard for glass and dreams.Alessandro looks around, quiet for once.“Feels different,” he says.“It is lighter,” I tell him.“Like the city finally exhaled.”He nods. “We did too.”We stop near a street vendor. He buys roasted corn like he always does, peels it halfway, and hands it to me. “For you,” he says, voice low. I take it, our fingers brushing for a second. The vendor’s fire crackles nearby, smoke curling up into the evening air. The corn is hot, golden, kernels plump and sweet. “You are still doing that,” I say.“It is our thing now.”“You mean your way of bribing me into forgiving you for past crimes?”He laughs. “Worked, did it not?”“Barely.”We keep walking. There is laughter somewhere
Last Updated: 2025-11-03
Chapter: After the FireworksMicah’s POVThe morning after the wedding smells like coffee, rain, and peace.We are sitting on the balcony; barefoot, hair messy, wearing each other’s shirts. The city hums below, but it feels like it is ours alone.Alessandro stretches and yawns. “You are staring again.”I grin. “I married you. Staring is part of the contract.”“Did not read that clause.”“You should have. It is legally binding.”“You look too happy for someone running on two hours of sleep.”“I am wired on love and caffeine.”“Caffeine mostly.”“Do not ruin the romance.”He takes a sip from my mug. “You made this too strong.”“Correction… you are too weak.”“I just said vows to you, do not push me.”“Please. You said vows, cried twice, and nearly dropped the ring.”“That air was slippery.”“Sure.”“You are impossible.”“Yet you married me.”“Biggest risk I ever took.”“And your best investment.”“You sound like a business proposal.”“Everything is a pitch when you are married to a CEO.”“Ex-CEO.”“Fine, retired C
Last Updated: 2025-11-03
Chapter: Vows in the GardenAlessandro’s POVThe garden smells like white roses and fresh rain soaking the soil. Delicate petals glisten with tiny droplets, releasing a sweet, clean scent that fills the warm air. I can hear the soft buzz of the remote tune floating gently, but it is my heartbeat that is the loudest thing here, pounding crazy in my heart like a thump bouncing through the silent night, rapid and shaky with thrill.Sandra catches my eye from the front row. Her face is calm amid the buzzing crowd, and she mouths the word "breathe" slowly, deliberately, like a lifeline. I feel my chest tighten less, air slipping in easier, her steady gaze pulling me back from the edge of panic.Then I see him.Micah.He is walking down the aisle with his father beside him; calm, glowing, wearing that grin that always wrecks my composure. His steps are slow and sure, like he owns the moment. The lights catch his eyes, making them sparkle. My heart races; I grip my flowers tighter, trying not to stare too long. H
Last Updated: 2025-11-02
Chapter: Engaged ChaosSandra’s POVI am seated in the mansion, song playing on the stereo, my mother cutting apples.“Did you see the news?” She asks me suddenly.“I live on the news, Mother. Be specific.” I answer her skeptically as I do not know where this is going.“The engagement! It is everywhere! Romano and Duvall are engaged! Half the city is confused, the other half is crying!”“Why are they crying though??” I asked, confused.“Because the two most eligible bachelors in the city got engaged to each other.”“Oh…I see… Eligible bachelors my foot.” I roll my eyes. “They should be applauding. It is about time those two made it official.”“Official? They double proposed to each other on a rooftop!” My mother says excited.“That is very them. It is insane.”“It is love.”“You sound like a rom com.”“I raised one.”“You raised two. And both dramatic.”“I will take that as a compliment.”“Do not.” I groan because she will make a big deal out of it.“We have a wedding to plan, Sandra.”“We?”“Yes, we. Mrs.
Last Updated: 2025-11-01
Chapter: The ProposalMicah’s POV“You are acting weird.”“I am not acting weird.”“You are definitely acting weird. You have checked your watch five times in the last minute.”“I like time.”“No one likes time that much. What are you hiding?”“Nothing. Why do you assume I am hiding something?”“Because your face looks guilty. Like you stole something.”“I did.”“Oh, really? What?”“Your heart.”“Stop. That is too smooth for a Saturday night.”“Fine. I just wanted to make you laugh.”“Mission accomplished. Now tell me why you are pacing.”“I was actually going to take you somewhere.”“Again? The last time you said that, I ended up in a pottery class surrounded by retirees.”“They loved you.”“They called me ‘sweet boy’ while criticizing my bowl.”“You made an ashtray.”“It was modern art.”“Right. Come on. You will like this place.”“I swear if it is yoga again…”“It is not yoga.”“Promise?”“Promise.”Fifteen minutes late“Micah… this is our building.”“I know.”“Why are we here at midnight?”“Because I n
Last Updated: 2025-11-01
Chapter: Between Us Alessandro’s POV “Look at the city. Still awake, like it is proud of you.” I said to Micah as I stood on the rooftop. He is sitting sipping juice.“Proud of us, you mean. You were up there too, Ale.” Micah utters. “Barely. I just stood there looking pretty while you set the room on fire.” “Pretty? That is all I get?” “Fine. Devastatingly handsome. Better?” “Much better. Come here.” Micah pats the space beside him.“Already walking. See? These legs work when you call.” “Sit. You are still in your tie. Let me fix that.” “Fix or strangle?” I tease him.“Depends on how honest you get tonight.” “Cruel. I like it. Loosen away.” He looses my tie.“There. Breathe.” “God, that is better. You smell like champagne and victory.” “And you smell like my cologne. Thief.” “Borrowed. I will return it in kisses.” “Start the payment plan.” Micah points to his lips.I kiss him.“Mmm. Like that?” I ask him.“Again. Slower.” He whispers“You are greedy.” “I know but… only for you
Last Updated: 2025-10-31
Bound By The Desk
Vorian Rex is the inaccessible elite CEO of NexusVibe, a tech empire that controls the international stage. Affluent beyond extent and submitting to no one, he’s created a lifestyle of authority and confidentiality, concealing his truth: he’s gay, and he’s never permitted anyone near enough to question his dominance. That is, till Zephyr Cole, his new secretary, walks into his office with keen intelligence, subtle resistance, and an aura which dismantles Vorian’s impenetrable barriers.
Zephyr is driven, insightful, and seductively enticing; a man who equals Vorian’s intensity. One late-night encounter triggers a bond that could consume them both. However, with a cruel adversary scheming to take NexusVibe, a family heritage at stake, and Zephyr’s own hidden truths threatening to emerge, their forbidden romance becomes an intense game. When a company scheme reveals their truth, Vorian must choose: safeguard his kingdom or fight for the man who’s proven to him what it means to be liberated.
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Chapter: 68: Late Calls Selene's POV I sit cross-legged on my bed. The room is dark except for the small lamp on the nightstand. Soft yellow light falls on the blanket and my phone. The screen shows Silas’s name. I have called twice already but there was no answer. My thumb hovers over the call button again. I bite my lip. For the third time, I press the dial button.It rings. Not just once or twice. Not even three times. Four. My thumb hovers over the end button. I almost hang up, thinking he is asleep or too busy to talk. Then his voice finally comes through. It sounds so tired and rough, like gravel under tires, heavy with exhaustion that makes my chest ache a little. “Hey,” he says again, quieter this time, as if even speaking takes effort. “Sorry. I saw the calls earlier. Just… got caught up in something.”I let out a breath I did not know I was holding. My chest felt tight until that moment. “You sound dead,” I say. My voice comes out soft, worried. “Are you okay?” I ask again, even though I already
Last Updated: 2026-02-25
Chapter: 67: No Clock Zephyr's POVI have not slept in my own bed in one week. My room at my parents’ house stays empty. The quilt Mom folded last time I was there still lies flat. The pillow has no dent. The desk lamp stays off. I live here now; in the warehouse, in Vorian’s office, in the hours between normal work and secret work.Morning begins at NexusVibe. I sit at my desk outside Vorian’s office where I answer emails, schedule meetings and bring him black coffee at 7:30 sharp. I smile at people who walk past, act like everything is normal. No one knows I run on four hours of sleep. No one knows I leave at six, drive to the west side warehouse, and start the real work.The warehouse is our second home. White walls, long metal tables, server racks hum low in the back while the air conditioners keep the room cold. Sleeping bags roll out on the concrete floor, pizza boxes stack in the corner and empty coffee cups line the edges. The smell is always the same: pepperoni grease, burnt coffee, warm electron
Last Updated: 2026-02-25
Chapter: 66: After Hours Vorian's POV The next morning comes with clear sunlight through my office windows. I sit behind my desk with coffee steaming in my hand. It tastes strong and bitter. Zephyr stands near the window, he looks at the city below. Silas sits on the couch with his legs stretched out. Jake stands by the door, his hands in his pockets. The room feels small with four of us inside.I set the cup down. The sound is loud in the quiet. “We continue our work here to avoid suspicion.” I say. “We come to the office every day, we attend meetings, we answer emails. We look busy.”Silas nods. “And Aegis?” he asks.“Aegis moves off-site,” I say. “After hours only. And as we know, no one knows about it. No board. No staff. Just us four.”Zephyr turns from the window. His eyes meet mine. “Where?” he asks.“Warehouse on the west side,” I say. “I bought it two years ago. No name on it. No paper trail. It is secure.”Jake speaks. “Internet?” he asks.“Dedicated line,” I say. “Encrypted. Jake, you set the fire
Last Updated: 2026-02-25
Chapter: 65: Home TonightZephyr's POVI stand in Vorian’s office, the room feels big and quiet and the city lights shine through the tall windows. Vorian sits in his chair with my phone resting on the desk. He stares at it. He has called his mother three times but there was no answer. His fingers tap the wood slowly. His face looks tired and worried.I watch him, my heart hurts for him. This is not like Vorian, he always stays calm. He always knows what to do but tonight he looks lost.I walk to him and stand in front of his desk. “It is late,” I say. My voice is soft. “Your mother is not young, she sleeps early, maybe she turned her phone off.”He looks up. His eyes is dark. “She always answers,” he says. “Even at night.”I nod. “Maybe she is really tired,” I say. “From the day's activities or from everything.”He rubs his face. “I need to know,” he says. “I need to hear her say it.”I sigh, I really want to knock his head but it is useless, as much as I want to yell at him, I just have to be the bigger pers
Last Updated: 2026-01-25
Chapter: 64: Walls Up Vorian's POV Despite being low, the lights feel harsh on my eyes. Zephyr's phone screen shows the uncropped photo in full detail. My father stands in the middle, his arm rests around my mother’s shoulders. His other hand touches Holt’s arm. All three laughed with their glasses being raised high. The caption below reads: Chicago Tech Charity Gala; dated three years ago. The photographer’s old Instagram post stands as proof.Zephyr stands beside me, his hand rests on my lower back. His hands are warm and steady.I stare at my father’s face. He looks younger and healthier, the cancer had not taken hold yet. His smile is wide and open, the kind he gave when everything felt right. I feel my throat tighten.“He was there,” I say. My voice comes out low. Rough. “With Holt.”Zephyr’s hand presses a little harder. “It was a business toast,” he says. His tone is gentle. “Nothing more. Look at the caption. Tech leaders celebrate record donations. Everyone smiled that night.”I nod once. “I know
Last Updated: 2026-01-25
Chapter: 63: The Third HandZephyr's POVThe boardroom empties slowly; chairs scrape against the floor, board members stand one by one. They gather papers and briefcases; some look at Vorian, some look away but no one speaks to us. Miles leaves last, he bends to pick up his folder. The red-ink envelope stays on the table, he does not touch it. He walks out without a word and the door closes behind him with a soft thud.Vorian, Silas, and I stay seated. We wait until the footsteps fade, until the hallway falls quiet. Silas reaches forward and picks up the envelope with a napkin from his pocket carefully like it might burn.It is funny that he did not pick it up with his hands but with a napkin as if the envelope was contaminated or maybe he does not want his DNA on it.“It fell from his folder,” I say. My voice is low. “Accidental.”Silas turns it over. The claw-mark stares back; same paper and same red ink. “He did not even try to hide it,” he says.Vorian’s eyes stay on the envelope. “He wanted us to see,” he s
Last Updated: 2026-01-25
Chapter: 26: WeirdAnya’s POVThe door shuts behind Nikolai with a soft click as the lock turns and then silence crashes in.I lie on my back in the middle of the wide bed, naked. The sheet is tangled around my legs. My skin still feels hot from the steam bath, from his body pressed against mine, from the way he moved inside me. Slow and deep. Not brutal, not punishing. Almost… careful.I stare at the ceiling. It is white and smooth. Has no cracks, no patterns, just blank white stretching forever. My chest rises and falls too fast. My nipples are still sensitive from the steam and his mouth. My pussy aches in a different way now; not the sharp, denied throb from earlier, but a heavy, satisfied soreness. He let me come. Finally and hard making me scream. Still can't believe I screamed his name. My thighs are slick with both of us. His cum leaks slow out of me onto the sheet and I feel it; warm and sticky. Mine and his.I should hate this. I do hate this but tonight was different. He was totally different
Last Updated: 2026-02-25
Chapter: 25: Steam and ScarsNikolai’s POVI lead her into her room instead of mine. The door shuts behind us with a soft click. She is still sobbing; deep, broken sounds that shake her whole body. Her shoulders hunch forward, arms wrapped around herself like she is trying to disappear. The gray dress clings to her skin from the earlier sweat and tears. Her face is blotchy, eyes swollen and lips trembling. Something twists in my chest. I do not understand it but one thing I knew for sure is I do not like it. I have seen women cry before, pleaded, begged, screamed but it has never moved me. Tears are just water, weakness yet watching Anya break like this; because of her bastard father feels different and wrong like a blade lodged under my ribs. I want it gone. She should breaking because of me not anyone else.I push her gently toward the bed. She collapses onto the mattress with her knees drawn up and her face buried in her hands. The sobs keep coming. I sit on the edge beside her. My hand hovers over her b
Last Updated: 2026-02-25
Chapter: 24: Pawn Anya’s POVThe terrace stone is freezing under my knees even though the sun is high. Nikolai sits calm in his chair, one hand loose on the chain clipped to my collar. The short gray dress clings to my skin, I am not wearing any underwear. My pussy still throbs from the morning denial; empty, swollen and aching. Every small shift of my thighs rubs the sensitive skin together. Wetness slicks my inner thighs. I hate my body for it but I hate him more. I would feel better if I could smack that smug smirk off his face.The gate opens with a low mechanical groan. A black car rolls slowly. It is unmarked and has no flags, no escort. It stops twenty meters away. The driver’s door opens and my father steps out.Dimitri Volkov.He is putting on a gray suit. His silver hair thinner than I remember, his face is lined and his eyes, sharp.My heart slams against my ribs so hard it hurts to breathe. Father. The man who signed the papers, the man who handed me over like a receipt. Now here, walking t
Last Updated: 2026-02-25
Chapter: 23: The Old Man Nikolai’s POVI wake before the light. I check the feeds first. Anya sleeps curled on the Red Room floor with my cum dried on her face, her nipples red from clamps and her pussy swollen from denial. She is beautiful in her misery.My cock stirs.I dress all black. I walk to the Red Room and unlock it quietly. She stirs when the door opens and kneels fast when she sees me, knees on the cold floor with her head down. Perfect, that means she is learning.I clip a short chain to her collar. “Come.” I pull the chain, she crawls a step, then stands. She is naked, not that I care. I lead her through the halls. The guards look away, they know the rules.After going through so many steps and corners, we finally got to my bathroom. It is marble and already filled with steam. I strip and pull her under the hot water. I wash her myself; soap her skin slowly, clean my dried cum from her cheeks, her lips and her chin. My fingers slide between her legs, she is still swollen and wet. I push two of
Last Updated: 2026-01-25
Chapter: 22: DeniedAnya’s POVNikolai walks back to me. The red light catches metal in his hand and the silver glints. My heart stops. He holds two small clamps connected by a thin chain. Nipple clamps, I know what the thing is. I move my head sideways. “No. Please.”He does not answer. He stands in front of me. His fingers pinch my left nipple hard. It hardens fast and pain shoots all over me. He opens the clamp and closes it around the nipple. It was a sharp bite and fire. I scream. “Fuck! It hurts!” My body jerks. The chain from the ceiling pulls my arms. My tears run hot.He does the right nipple; same pinch, same clamp, same bite. The pain is worse. Both nipples throb. The chain between them swings, every small move tugs. More pain. I sob. “Take them off. Please.”He tugs the chain light. Pleasure shoots directly to my pussy, my clit pulses and I dislike it. My pussy is wet, dripping but empty.He takes the vibrator again, black and thick. He turns it on high and presses it hard on my clit. The buz
Last Updated: 2026-01-17
Chapter: 21: The Red Room Anya’s POVNikolai’s hand on my lower back feels like a brand itself. It is hard and possessive. He leads me past the familiar corridors, further into the house, to a heavy black door I have never seen open. He takes a key from his pocket and opens the door gently. The snap is loud in the stillness.“Welcome to the Red Room,” he says. His voice is low and dark. The name sends ice through my veins.The Red room sounds so cliche but I hope it is not what I actually think it is because that room name is popularly common in one thing.The door swings in and immediately dim red lights glow from the ceiling, the black walls drink the light. They are chains hanging from the ceiling. Then I saw many other things. Whips, paddles, strange metal toys line shelves. A large wooden X-frame stands in one corner. In the center, a suspension rig with rings and cuffs. They are mirrors on every wall so I see myself from all sides. The room is exactly what I think it is. I would be bare soon and weak. T
Last Updated: 2025-12-29
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