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
Última atualização: 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
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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
Última atualização: 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.
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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
Última atualização: 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
Última atualização: 2025-10-31
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
Última atualização: 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
Última atualização: 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
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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
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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
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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
Última atualização: 2026-01-17
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: 72: Family TableVorian's POV It is Saturday evening in the suburbs. The week has been long and heavy. Zephyr went back to his house last night. He needed time with his family and I needed time to breathe.More like his sister called him to come home, that was after she went on and on about how Zephyr is abandoning them. I still do not understand sisters. Thank God I do not have one. Little do I know my brother is going to bring me out of the closet soon.The penthouse felt too empty after he left. I drove alone tonight. My elder brother, Cassian, is hosting the family dinner tonight. The road is quiet, the street lights pass in slow rhythm. The rain from earlier left the asphalt shiny. I pull into Cassian and Elena’s driveway. Their house is lit warm and the windows glow yellow. I hear laughter before I reach the door.Elena opens the door with a big smile before I even get to know and hugs me tight. “You made it,” she says. “Lila has been asking for you since four.”I laugh as I hug her back. “I w
Última atualização: 2026-05-21
Chapter: 71: Answers at Home Vorian's POV Zephyr rests on the sofa with his legs stretched out. His shirt is partly opened. His hair is wild from my hands. The room still smells like us; sweat, sex, coffee that went cold hours ago. The city lights glow behind the glass walls.I lean back in my chair. My body feels heavy but satisfied. Calm for the first time in days. Zephyr watches me with soft eyes.My phone buzzes on the desk. I glance at the screen. My mom, Lillian Rex. My chest jumps high to my throat. I have not talked to her since the board meeting. I have not told her about the picture. I have not shared anything with her..Zephyr notices my face. “Your mom?” he asks.I nod. I answer the call.“Vorian,” Mom says. Her voice is calm but tight. The way it gets when she is holding something back. “I need you to come home. Tonight.”I sit up straight. “Mom,” I say. “What is wrong?”She breathes in. “I have been hearing things,” she says. “A photo. People talking. No one will tell me anything. I want answers. Fr
Última atualização: 2026-05-21
Chapter: 70: Locked DoorZephyr's POV“Get out.”Vorian’s voice cuts through the office like a blade. Cold and final. I stand frozen for one second. Then I turn and walk to the door. I open it, step into the hallway and the door closes behind me with a soft click.The hallway is quiet, too quiet. People at their desks look up and their eyes follow me. Whispers start before I take three steps.“Bet Vorian fires him today.”“He is a spy from Holt. Has to be.”The words hit my back like stones. I keep walking. My face burns, my chest burns and my hands shake. I reach my own office. It is smaller compared to Vorian's office, it has glass walls. I close the door and stand there for a while, breathing hard. The whispers still echo in my ears.I cannot stay here. I cannot sit at my desk and pretend everything is fine. I cannot let him push me away. Not like this.I turn and walk back, fast and furious. People stare again but I do not give a fuck. I pass Silas in the hallway. He calls my name.“Zephyr… wait…”Sorry S
Última atualização: 2026-05-21
Chapter: 69: Betrayal's EdgeVorian's POV The gossip site headline sits on my screen like poison. NexusVibe Secretary Zephyr Cole: Fired from HoltTech After Whistleblower Scandal. The article is short and ugly. It shows Zephyr’s old employee badge. His face smiles in the photo. He is young and looks confident. The word “fired” is in bold. “Whistleblower” in bold. “Unethical practices” in bold. No names and no dates, just enough truth to cut.I stare at the words until they blur. My office is quiet and the door is closed. The city outside keeps moving. I feel nothing at first. Then the anger comes. Slow, hot and deep.I trusted him completely. I let him in. I let him close and he kept this from me.I pick up my phone and dial Silas. He answers on the second ring.“Vorian,” he says. “You saw it?”“Yes,” I say. My voice is flat. “You knew?”A pause. “Yes,” he says. “I knew.”I close my eyes. “When you hired him,” I say. “You saw the HoltTech file? You knew he worked for Nathaniel? You knew he was fired?”“Yes,” S
Última atualização: 2026-04-08
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
Última atualização: 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
Última atualização: 2026-02-25
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.”
Última atualização: 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
Última atualização: 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
Última atualização: 2026-05-05
Chapter: 8:What Petra KnowsPetra’s POV“Oh my goodness… I am so sorry.”One second I was laughing, the next, I crashed into someone.My drink spilled all over his shirt.“Oh… God, I did not see you…” I rushed, already pulling out my handkerchief. “Let me clean it, please, I am so…”His hand caught mine mid-air.“Do not touch me.” His voice was cold.I froze.He looked at me like I had done something worse than spill a drink.Then he walked away.I blinked after him, still holding my stupid handkerchief.“What the hell… Who does he think he is?”I scoffed, louder this time. “I said I was sorry.”What more does he want? A public apology? A press conference?Arrogant bastard.I turned back to my table, forcing a smile.One of my friends leaned forward. “Petra… are you okay? You look like you saw a ghost.”“A ghost?” another one laughed. “Please. She looks like she wants to fight someone.”“I am fine,” I said quickly. “Let’s drink. The night is still young.”We raised our glasses.“To new beginnings!”I drank fast.
Última atualização: 2026-05-05
Chapter: 7: Casa CastellanoReva's POV"It is too quiet here."The car drove into the estate as the gates opened automatically. What a Mafia techie the Castellanos are.I got out of the car and looked up at the big house.Casa Castellano. That is its name. It did not look like a home nor a safe haven, rather it looked like a giant stone box. A beautiful, sad, quiet box.And my life is about to run down that path.I looked around but found no one, there was no single soul seen on the premises except for the woman who stood by the door.She looked at me like I was a little ghost. And just from that I got that she does not like me. Well I do not like her either."Welcome, Signora Castellano," she said. "I am Elena. I will show you around."Signora Castellano hun?The name felt too big for me. Nico did not wait, did he?He could not even let me enjoy my maiden name for a little bit.Elena started walking and I followed her. I held my bag so tight my hands hurt.Where are the maids? Could they not just appear and get
Última atualização: 2026-05-04
Chapter: 6:The Last MorningReva's POV"Oh shit!"I slapped the alarm off before it could shriek. I lay there glancing at the ceiling of my home. The unchanged ceiling I had stared at every morning for three years.This was my last morning here.I sat up slowly. My chest felt tight. This place was mine. The quiet mornings with coffee. The midnight sessions at my blueprint workstation. The specific way the morning light came through the left window and hit the floor at an angle that made the whole room look golden for exactly eleven minutes before it moved on.The life I forged independently so no soul could strip it from me.Now I had to abandon that life.I rose to my feet and made my way to the closet. My palms trembled as I hauled out the boxes. I would not take everything, only what mattered.I packed my drafting tools first. The pencils, the rulers, the notebooks full of sketches. These were my real life, not the freaking stupid contract waiting for me in Sicily.I picked up the small box of photos. Me and
Última atualização: 2026-04-25
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