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: 120: After the Call Zephyr's POV My phone rings while I am still in the car with Vorian, halfway between the restaurant and the office. Selene’s name is on the screen. I answer on the second ring.“Where are you?” she asks.“With Vorian. What is it?”“Silas is here. At my office. There was a problem outside the building.” She pauses. “Adrian showed up again. He put his hands on me. Silas hit him.”The name lands wrong. I have not heard her say it in months. “Are you hurt?”“No. Silas is the one bleeding. Cheek and knuckles. Security took Adrian away from the entrance. I just… I needed to tell you before it turned into something else.”I look straight ahead through the windshield. Vorian glances at me once, reading the shift in my posture, but does not interrupt.“Stay inside,” I say. “Do not go back out alone. We are coming.”“You do not need to…”“We are coming.”I end the call. Vorian already has the car moving faster.“Selene?” he asks.“Her ex showed up at her office. Grabbed her. Silas put him on t
Last Updated: 2026-09-16
Chapter: 119: Outside Her BuildingSilas’ POV The meeting ends later than it should have. Marketing people always talk longer than necessary. I step out of the building and reach for my phone to tell Selene I am downstairs. That is when I see her.She is near the side entrance. I am about to call her name when a man walks straight up to her. I do not recognize him. He says something I cannot hear. Selene’s posture changes immediately, then he grabs her wrist and pulls.I do not think twice. I move.The distance closes fast. He still holds her wrist when I reach them. I do not ask questions. I hit him across the jaw. He staggers back and loses his grip. Selene makes a short shocked sound and steps behind me so quickly I feel her hand fist in the back of my jacket.The man catches himself against the low wall. He touches his mouth and looks at the blood on his fingers like he cannot believe it is there.“What do you want?” I ask.He straightens. “It is none of your business. She is my girlfriend.”I turn my head just en
Last Updated: 2026-09-09
Chapter: 118: Niece Vorian's POV The intercom sounds just after ten. I am in the middle of reviewing the first set of pilot notes for Aegis when the front desk tells me Cassian is downstairs with Lila.A moment later the door opens and my brother walks in carrying a small backpack, with Lila holding his hand.She sees me and immediately lets go of him to run across the living room. “Uncle Vor!”I catch her and lift her once before setting her back down. “You have grown.”“I know,” she says proudly. “Mama measured me.”Cassian drops the backpack near the sofa. “Elena is buried in work and I have the final layout for the exhibition this afternoon. I need a few hours.”I glance at Lila, then back at him. “I am busy as well. Take her to Dorian.”Cassian’s face hardens immediately. “I am not taking my daughter to Dorian. I do not need her corrupted by his antics before she turns seven.”“She would survive.”“She would return with a new vocabulary and a plan to reorganize my studio. No.” He crouches in front
Last Updated: 2026-09-09
Chapter: 117: Scaredy-CatsSilas’ POV I am halfway through a perfectly peaceful late dinner at one of the quieter Rex places when my phone lights up with Vorian’s name. Then Zephyr’s. Then Vorian’s again. By the time I answer, I already know my evening is over.“We need to meet,” Vorian says.“I am eating.”“Now.”Twenty minutes later they walk in looking like two men who have argued with the sea and lost. Vorian’s jaw is set. Zephyr has the expression of someone trying not to laugh at the wrong moment. They sit across from me without ordering anything. I set my fork down and look at both of them.“You left a yacht,” I say. “A private yacht. On the water. With no board members and no HR. And you came back to the city to disturb my meal. Explain.”Vorian places his phone on the table, face up. The photo is already open. I did not have to ask them what it was because I already knew it shouldn't exist.I glance at it, then back at him. “Okay. Old photo. Creepy. Noted. Why am I looking at it over my pasta inste
Last Updated: 2026-09-04
Chapter: 116: The Photo Zephyr's POVI wake up to the sound of the yacht moving and to the absence of the body that should be beside me. The cabin is dim. The sheet on Vorian’s side is cool. For a moment I think he has only gone for water. Then I notice the quiet is wrong; too controlled and too still.I push myself off the bed and pull on a shirt and walk barefoot toward the main cabin.Vorian stands near the side table with his phone in his hand. His shoulders are set in the way they only get when something has landed wrong. He does not turn when he hears me.And that is my cue that something is actually wrong.“How long have you been up?” I ask.“Long enough,” he answers.I move closer. “What is it?”He unlocks his phone and holds it out without ceremony. The screen shows an image I never imagined to see as a picture.The picture of our first kiss; office light, the edge of the desk. Vorian's hand on me and my mouth on his. The angle is slightly high and off-center, the kind of shot that only exists if so
Last Updated: 2026-09-04
Chapter: 115: Open WaterVorian's POVThe yacht cuts cleanly through the water. My father’s old vessel, refitted years ago and kept in quiet condition ever since. It has white lines, dark wood, and enough space to forget the city exists.I had the crew reduced to the minimum required for safety and then told them to stay out of sight unless called. The rear deck belongs to us.Zephyr stands at the rail with the wind in his shirt. He looks different out here; he is less guarded, and more open to the horizon. I watch him for a moment before walking up behind him and resting both hands on the rail on either side of his.“You are quiet,” I murmur.“I am adjusting,” he answers. “Most people get a normal evening. You produced a yacht.”“It was sitting unused. And sitting unused is a waste,” I say.He leans back slightly into my chest. “Of course. You are very practical,” he teases.I kiss the side of his neck lightly. He does not pull away. The water stretches out in every direction, blue and indifferent. For the
Last Updated: 2026-09-04
Chapter: 14: Stay Out of ItNero's POVI knew this was going to be a problem the moment I saw her walk into Casa Castellano. I felt it right away. Something shifted inside me. I had spent years staying invisible inside the Castellano empire.I liked it that way because no one noticed me much. I stayed in the background while Nico took the front. That was fine. I never wanted more, until I saw her.I should not be this way, I should look away, she is my brother's wife. She belongs to him.Things would have been okay but I was too careless in the library. She saw my hand, the only thing that differentiates me from Nico. The scar.I hid it as fast as I could but the damage has been done.“I need to pull back. I must stay away. This cannot continue.” “Stay out of it, Nero.” I whispered to myself.She thinks I am Nico and it must stay that way.I walked into the eastern wing and go over the security arrangements.I needed to keep my mind busy, to stop thinking about her laugh and the way she felt in my arms.‘’Fu
Last Updated: 2026-06-06
Chapter: 13: The Other OneReva's POV I find him in the library at two in the morning and my whole body knows before my brain does that something is wrong with the man I am seeing.I could not sleep again. The house felt too quiet so I got out of bed and walked around. I wondered how this place looked like at night. I walked through the halls. The floors felt cold under my feet. I stopped in front of the library and pushed the door open.Nico was sitting by the window with glasses on his face. I never knew he wore glasses.A book rested in his hands."Nico?" I asked softly.He looked up and smiled. "Reva. Why are you down here?”“I could not sleep?" I responded.He tilted his head. “You could not sleep?”I found that weird.I walked closer and sat across from him. "No. The room feels too big. What are you reading?"He closed the book. "Something about old buildings in Sicily. Do you like architecture?"What a strange question. Was I supposed to hate it? He knows I am an architect. Was he testing me?I nodded
Last Updated: 2026-06-06
Chapter: 12: A Crack In The ArmourNico's POVI have controlled every room I have ever walked into for many years. Tonight I struggle to keep my own face straight.I sat in my personal controlling room and stared at the surveillance screens. Reva walked through the living room. She stopped at the shelves and picked up a book. She opened it then put it back.What was that for? I could not help but wonder.On another screen she spoke to the maid. "Maria, where do we keep the extra towels?"Maria answered, "In the cabinet near the stairs, Mrs. Castellano."Reva smiled. "Thank you, Maria. I will remember that.”A junior maid walked to Maria, I think to tell her something and Reva turned to her asking, “How is your mother? You said she visited last week."The maid replied, "She is fine. Thank you for asking."What is going on here? Does she know everyone?Reva moved to the kitchen. "Rosa, do we have fresh fish for dinner? Nico might want something light tonight."Me?? When did she start to care about me? Something is not a
Last Updated: 2026-05-25
Chapter: 11:The Wrong HusbandREVA'S POVHe smells different tonight and I cannot explain why that terrifies me.The quiet door opened softly and slowly. Nico carefully stepped inside with a warm cup in his hand. It was very late, almost midnight now.“Reva,” he said softly and gently. “I just brought you some warm chamomile tea.”I slowly sat up in bed and stared right at him. “You actually brought me tea? I never once asked for any tea at all.”He quietly sat on the edge of the bed and gently gave me the cup. “You mentioned earlier at dinner that chamomile helps you sleep. I actually remembered that.”I slowly took the cup. The quiet warmth from it spread gently to my fingers. This was really not the Nico I knew before. His voice sounded much softer now. No cold edge at all. No sharp orders either.“Thank you,” I said quietly and slowly. “Why are you really doing this now?”He smiled a little bit softly. “You had a really long day. The press dinner was very tough. I quietly thought this might actually help you.”
Last Updated: 2026-05-18
Chapter: 10:The First AppearanceReva's POV“Reva?” Nico asked when I walked down the stairs in a green sequin dress.I noticed the way he stared. He stood completely still as I came down the stairs. His eyes stayed on me.“Are we not leaving?” I asked, trying to break his gaze.He looked up at my face. For a few seconds he said nothing. Then he stuttered. “Yes… we… we should go now.”I was shocked. The great Nico Castellano, the Italian cold Mafia Don. The man who never showed weakness is actually stammering like a fool. It felt so surreal.But it was funny and arousing to see him like that. I looked at him properly and damn he looked so good in his black suit. For a moment my mind went nuts. I saw myself walking straight to him, shoving him hard against the wall, grabbing his shirt collar, and kissing him roughly. I wanted his hands on my waist, pulling me tight while his mouth claimed mine the same way it did that night, so demanding and brutal.I wanted to feel him grow hard against me right there on the sta
Last Updated: 2026-05-09
Chapter: 9:You Want A Repeat Performance?Reva's POVI got scared when the door flung open without knock. Nico came in like it was his house. Actually it is.“There will be a press conference,” he said the moment he stepped inside.I stood there in my short, flimsy nightwear, arms crossed over my chest. “Can’t you knock? This is my bedroom!”Nico scoffed. “Which is in my house. You are my wife, Reva. If I want to see you naked, I will. If I really want to, I can bend you over that bed right now and fuck you senseless.”My eyes went wide. Heat rushed up my neck fast. How he talked, so mean and without feelings, made my gut hurt. I hated how my body reacted to his crude words.“You are a really crass fellow,” I said, trying to sound angry.“That crassness is what got me this far in life,” he replied without any feeling.He continued like nothing happened. “The press conference is in thirty minutes. It is your first time appearing in public as my wife. We need to act good and feed the hungry paparazzi. They have been chasing us
Last Updated: 2026-05-05
Chapter: 27: What Are You Turning Me Into? Anya’s POVI woke up alone.The bed is big and the sheets are cool against my skin. Sunlight comes through the bars on the window in thin white lines. My body feels heavy. Every part of me remembers last night. My shoulder throbs where he bit me. The skin is raised and tender. I touch it with careful fingers.Between my legs is worse. Sore and swollen. Full of him. His cum dried there overnight. I shift and feel it leak a little. My thighs stick together. My pussy aches in a dull, deep way; not sharp pain, just… fullness. He was inside me for so long last night. Slow and deep, not angry and not cruel. I close my eyes and see it again. His hands on my hips guiding me and letting me move first. Letting me find the rhythm. His groans when my nails dug into his back. The way he held me after with his arms tightly, breathing on my neck. He did not pull out right away. He stayed and let me lean against his chest. Let me feel his heartbeat.I hate that I remember it so clearly.I pull the sh
Last Updated: 2026-04-08
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
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