Chapter: Marry me tonightI turn my head to see Bob standing there, trembling violently as he holds a silver platter. "H-here is your order, sir," he squeaks out. Banks gives a single, subtle nod. The boy drops the tray onto the table with a loud rattle and turns to flee. "Bob," Banks calls out smoothly. The waiter freezes in his tracks, turning around with cold sweat glistening across his forehead. "Siiii sirr" Banks nods at the tray "You dropped your name tag" He swallows and I stifle a chuckle. Shaking my head, I glance around the private booth—no visible lenses, no overhead dome cameras. I look back at the trembling staff member. "Make sure no one steps into this hallway until we ring the service bell." He blinks rapidly, nodding like a lizard. "O-of course, ma'am!" I catch Banks out of the corner of my eye, leaning back against the leather cushion with a huge, menacing grin spreading across his face. "And one more thing," I add, keeping my voice steady. "Are there any hidden cameras in this b
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Chapter: Killer coupleHe stops and turns instantly, a self-satisfied smirk on his lips. I sit back down in my leather booth, watching as he saunters toward us. Banks remains standing, now holding the small piece of paper, with an intimidating wall of dark brood and deadly stillness."You called for me, my lady?" I hear the sharp crack of Banks's knuckles as his fists tighten at his sides. He takes a half-step forward, but before he can lay a hand on the boy, I reach for the paper, and slide it smoothly into Bob's front vest pocket. He blinks, his smile cracking slightly as he looks down at me."My name is Eleanor Ashworth," I say, my tone soft, sweet, and cold as ice while my heart pumps heavy with joy. "And that man standing is Banks Wellington, my fiancé." Bob looks from me to Banks, unimpressed, then back at me. "Search us if you still value your life," I add triumphantly. I used that line- Search me. The smirk vanishes from Bob's face instantly, mine takes its place. He swallows, the sound loud in
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Chapter: WaiterELEANOR'S POV- Restaurant."Care for anything else?" I shake my head, sliding my leather-bound menu across the dark mahogany table. "Just the steak and cabbage is fine." The waiter bows, but his movement hitches halfway down. I watch his throat bobs, his eyes drop, widening as they lock onto my chest."Stare any longer and you won't have eyes to look with," Banks threatens, his voice laced with a dark, dangerous edge, but our dear waiter doesn't look away. His chest heave faster, I watch his eyes track the curve of my breasts that's practically spilling over the edge of my top. I can't entirely blame him; Banks deliberately adjusted the neckline before we walked in, adjusting the fabric lower simply because he insisted on seeing me exposed for his own satisfaction."I love to see them spilling out" That was his reason. I roll my eyes at the memory, but the air in the booth turns frigid the second Banks starts to rise from his seat. The sheer, suffocating pressure of his presence fil
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Chapter: He killed himELEANOR'S POVBanks comes back into the car reeking of gun powder, wide grin in place and shoulders puffing with accomplishment. "It's over firecracker" He sits beside me and presses his lips with mine. Again, Banks smells of gun powder. Rooke doesn't say a word. He simply shifts the car into gear and glides smoothly away from the curb.He killed him. My chest tightens as that truth settles. I knew he might. I thought I was prepared for it, convinced myself that a piece of absolute trash like Dean deserved whatever violent end was coming to him. But feeling the lingering heat radiating off Banks’s chest, watching the relaxed, effortless smile curvature of his lips, and tasting the huge brush of joy on his tongue as he kiss me like he didn't just end a human life... my entire body recoils.It feels completely, deeply unsettling. I swallow hard. He killed him. Killed."Anor." My eyes snaps up at the sound of my name. Banks's broad, warm palm rests against my jawline, his thumbs softly
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Chapter: Banks-DeanBANKS'S POV Every single step back down into that subterranean grave is heavy with pure, unadulterated rage. The fact that I have to leave Eleanor sitting alone in the dark interior of my car—shaking, exhausted, and picking up the pieces of her broken trust, just to deal with this worthless trash is reason enough to put a bullet through his brain and be done with it. "Boss!" My four men at the foot of the stone stairs snap to rigid attention as I step back into the vault. The smell of wet cement and iron is still heavy in the air, but now it carries the bitter tang of Eleanor’s tears. I don't look at my men. I walk straight toward the heavy iron torture tray resting beside the wall. "Set the steam iron," I order, my voice dropping into a flat register. "It's already plugged in and hot, Boss," he replies, stepping back to give me space. I nod slowly, reaching over the set tray. My fingers wrap around the heavy, cold grip of my custom gun. I draw it smoothly, pulling back the slide
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Chapter: EPD III"The exes who cheated on you?" Dean sneers, a sinister smirk splitting his bloody lips. "The ones who broke up with you claiming you were too fat and unwanted? I set every single one of them up! I paid them off! I orchestrated every single breakup because no one deserves to..... " Before he can finish the sentence, my foot drives squarely into his chest. The impact sends him flying backward, the iron chains whipping through the air before snapping taut. I don't wait for him to recover. I storm forward, grabbing his torn, blood-soaked vest in both fists, shaking him with every ounce of strength I possess."REPEAT WHAT YOU JUST SAID" He struggles on the floor, gasping for air. Banks nods coldly to the guards. Two of them haul Dean upright while a third grabs a heavy bucket of ice water, dumping it directly over his head. Dean jolts wildly, coughing and screaming as the freezing water hits his raw wounds."REPEAT YOURSELF!" I scream, tears of pure, blinding fury finally spilling over my
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Chapter: Basilicaظهري يضغط على الحائط. يترك عضة باردة على كتفي المكشوفين. يميل رأسي إلى الجانب ويعمق القبلة. هناك طريقة لقبل بانكس: الجاذبية، التهم، والأرض الثابتة. يسحب جسدي قريبا جدا منه وكأنه لا يستطيع تركي، وإلا سأهرب. وهذا ما أريده الآن، لكن لا أستطيع. أحب كيف يقبل. أحمر شفتي! أدفعه بعيدا فيتوقف، ووجهنا لا تزال على بعد بوصات وأحمر شفتيه الآن على شفتيه بلون أحمر. أغلق شفتي بفمي. يقف منتصبا. لا يزال يحتضنني، لا يزال يضغطني على الحائط. "ماذا؟" "ليس لدي أحد ليعيد وضع أحمر شفاهي" أتمتم. هذه هي المرة الثالثة له منذ أن ارتديت فستاني. اضطررت للاعتذار لفنانة المكياج عن المرتين اللتين قبلني فيهما وأفسد أحمر شفتي. والآن هذا. "وماذا؟" ضيقت عيني وطحن أسناني. إنه قادم ليأخذ آخر. أرفع حقيبتي، أفتحها وأخرج مناديل مسحة. "أنور..." "شفتيك..." أتوقف وأنظف البقعة على شفتيه. يمسك بمعصمي. أنظف معصمي. قبضته تشتد أكثر. "هل لديك مشكلة معه؟" "لا" دون أن يقول شيئا، يترك يدي، يحتضن خدي، يغلق عينيه ويستنشق. يتركني، يخرج من مجال رؤيتي وكأنني أحرقه. هل طلبت منه أن يلمسني؟؟ خطوت خطوة للأمام وتوقفت.... عيو
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Chapter: Miss Wellingtonأُمسّد المكان الذي عضّه بينما يمشي بنا للداخل. لو كانت لديّ شكوك أن الناس ينظرون إليّ الآن أنا متأكدة وكل الفضل يعود لشخص معيّن. أنظر إليهم ويسقط فمي عند أول شخص تقع عليه عيناي."هل ذاك...""من هي؟" يسأل أحد من الحشد بهدوء قاطعاً سؤالي. تثقل قدماي فجأة حين يصل الهمس إلى أذنَيّ."إيملي رئيسة مجلس الشيوخ؟ نعم،" يردّ بنوك سائحاً انتباهي. آه؟ مجلس الشيوخ؟ بصرف النظر عن حاكم ولايتنا والرئيس ونائبه، لا أعرف أياً من شخصياتنا السياسية."ماذا؟ لا." أُمرّر إصبع إبهامي على ذراعه. يستدير نحو ما أنظر إليه ويصمت المشهد وتنصرف الأنظار. حتى الممثل يومئ ثم ينظر بعيداً."أعنيت الرجل بجانبها. أليس ذاك فيليب؟ لعب في ذلك الفيلم الرائج بين البشر. إنه...""يا لعنة!" أضغط على مؤخرتي وأضع قدمي اليسرى على اليمنى. المُدخل الخلفي في مؤخرتي يُعيد الحياة. يزداد الضغط وأمسك بسترة بنوك. نسيت وجوده ولأيّ سبب يُشغّله الآن؟!"إن قلتِ جميل أو رائع أو أي صفة أخرى ستكوني سبباً في توقف مسيرته في التمثيل." لديّ أشياء أقولها لكنني لا أستطيع."هل تفهمين؟" أومئ بسرعة وأستدير نحوه حين يخفّ الضغط."مستعدة للمشي؟" أُدير عيني وأنظ
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Chapter: Inإليانور بوفقبضة البنوك هي شعلة عنيدة على خصري ونحن نترك السجادة الحمراء الفوضوية وندخل من خلال البوابة.هناك فرق بين عوالمنا.تتلاشى الضوضاء. سطوع المشاعل غير موجود، ويتم استبدال حشد المصورين بالصمت.لا يوجد أحد هنا على الإطلاق. إنه واسع ومظلم وفارغ، باستثناء الأفق الكئيب الذي يستضيف الهلال فقط.ألقي نظرة خاطفة على كتفي وقابلت بوابة مغلقة ولا يوجد إنسان.يبدو الأمر كما لو أن المصورين السابقين لم يحدثوا. أرد نظرتي.“واو”، لاهث عندما ألتقط المشهد أمامي.”هل تعجبك؟ أنظر إليه. الابتسامة التي يستخدمها عندما يعرف شيئا لا أعرفه .... وهو في كثير من الأحيان ... يستقر على وجهه.هل أعجبني ذلك؟ يبدو هذا المبنى وكأنه سرق من عهد الملكة” يرفع رموشه في وجهي ويبتسم. هذا ليس مضحكا.يبدو المبنى وكأنه كاتدرائية ضخمة ولكن بدون باب أو مدخل.إنها ليست مبالغة. لا أرى بوابة أو نافذة أو طريق للدخول. أنظر إليه مرة أخرى، لا يزال ينظر.ببطء، تقطر رؤيته إلى رقبتي.اتسعت ابتسامته وبوماءة، يسقط المظلة ويسير بنا نحو المبنى.هنا لا شيء يذهب.يد البنوك على خصري، أسحب جانب فستاني جانبا، وأفتح الشق لتحرير خطوتي.أصداء ك
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Chapter: Luncheonتم التراجع عن زرين، يظهران رأس سهم الوشم الخاص به. أقترب منه وأتتبع أصابعي على طول رأس السهم وهو يطل. يتوتر جسده تحت أصابعي وأنا أبتسم. أتتبع الخط مرة أخرى، وأدور بإصبعي حول الرأس الصغير. “يمكنني أن أتعرى،” يئن. حسنا. يميل بعيدا عن المدخل ويسحبني أقرب بيد واحدة. هل تريدني أن أتعرى؟ أغمض عيني عليه. أنت تصبح بلا قميص، وليس عاريا. سيد.” “قلت عارية.” هذا الرجل! أغمض عيني عليه. أنا متأكد من أنك كنت مغازلة مزمنة عندما كنت صغيرا. يبتسم ويبدأ في فك أزرار قميصه. يجف فمي وتتوقف أصابعي عن الدوران وأنا أشاهده. إنه يفكها بيد واحدة لعينة بينما لا يزال يمسك بي بالقرب من الأخرى. لم يكن علي أن أغازل. لقد أتوا إلي عن طيب خاطر.” “مثل هذا التعجرف.” يقوم بفك الزر الأخير. “اخلعها.” هناك كلماته المفضلة. لقد مر وقت طويل منذ أن سمعتهم. مع لفة العين والابتسامة، أقف بشكل مستقيم. يسحبني أقرب، ويضع كلتا يديه على خصري. مع الاستقالة، أبدأ في سحب القميص منه عندما أسمع صرخة سيارة في الخارج. أبدأ في الدوران، لكنه يضغط علي على صدره العاري. “لا تتوقف" أنظر إليه وأخلع القميص. يزداد صوت الخطى. استدرت لأنظ
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Chapter: Bk-Ownedإليانور بوفأنا أقع في حب هذا الرجل.هذا سخيف. لا بد أن ينتهي الأمر بخجلي وعاري. لا بد أن أكسر قلبي وربما أفقد المال الذي أعطاني إياه.ولكن بينما أشاهده يلعق أصابعه التي كانت داخل مهبلي، وأستمع إليه يهمس أنه يفتقدني مرارا وتكرارا ...أشعر أنه يمسك بي بإحكام شديد، وكأنني أعانقه وهو يلصق شيئا مكسورا بداخله... أعترف لنفسي، أنه ينحت مساحة عميقة جدا بداخلي. أرفع عيني لأنظر إليه، وقلبي ينبض بصوت عال في أذني، وأدرك دون أدنى شك: أنا أقع في حب سيدي. شخص وظفني لممارسة الجنس.“أنا...” ليس لدي أي فكرة عما يجب أن أقوله. لكن تمدد الصمت لا بد أن يسمح له بسماع مدى سرعة نبض قلبي. سيخبره أنني بدأت في مزج العمل بالمتعة.هل تأذيت في أي مكان؟ لم أذهب إلى منطقة حرب، لماذا سأتأذى؟ أنا لا أرد، فقط أهز رأسي. أومأ برأسه مرتين، ثم رفعني.“هاااا،” أصرخ قبل أن أتمكن من إيقاف نفسي.” يلف يدي حول رقبته للحصول على الدعم وهو يجلس على الكرسي الفردي، ويسحبني إلى حضنه. ماذا يفترض بي أن أفعل؟ ظننت أنه لن يكون هنا.“أنت... مأدبة الغداء.” أحرك عيني لأنظر إلى عينيه. لا تزال الغرفة مظلمة، باستثناء الأضواء الصغيرة المتمركزة عل
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Chapter: Banks relief.آخر مرة رأيت فيها إليانور كانت بالأمس. في الواقع، الليلة الماضية. لكن يبدو الأمر وكأنه إلى الأبد.إنها تخطو خطوة إلى الداخل، غافلة تماما عن وجودي. الشقة مظلمة تماما، تبتلعها الظلال والصمت الثقيل في المساء. كل ما أعرفه هو أنه في الساعات الثلاث التي ذهبت فيها، هذه هي المرة الأولى التي أتنفس فيها بشكل صحيح.تغزو الكريمة المخفوقة والقرفة أنفي، وتقطع الهواء الراكد والبارد في الغرفة، وتنهد طويل وعميق من صدري. أتخيل نفسي أسحبها بالقرب منها. أعانقها. تقبيل ولمس كل جزء منها حتى أتمكن من التنفس بالكامل.ومع ذلك، ما زلت متجذرا في المكان. يشعر جسدي كله بالتجمد عند إدراك أنها هنا. في المنزل الذي قدمته لها.لقد عادت.هذا أحد أحلك المخاوف التي لدي، ومع ذلك لم أرغب في ذكرها. من سجلاتها، إليانور عرضة للركض. في اللحظة التي يؤذيها فيها شيء ما، أو حتى يبدو أنه قد يؤذيها، تهرب إليانور. من والديها في الصين، لأن الشيوخ هناك أعطوها الكثير من الهراء بشأن وزنها. إلى أصدقائها في المدرسة الثانوية، بسبب انعدام الأمن الذي لا بد أنها شعرت به معهم. وصولا إلى علاقاتها، لا تستبعد حبيبها السابق الحالي. بمجرد أن يزعجها
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PUCK & PUNISHMENT
Fully BL.
Asher swears he's straight.
Torren insists he came for revenge.
But every locker room stare between them turns violent with want, and every heated argument stays in mind longer.
Revenge has never been this wet, neither has Hate ever been this hard.
On this ice... There are no safe words and, They broke the wrong twin.
Torren steals his twin brother's identity to take revenge on the VENOMS but a single Collison on the ice reveal blazing desire.
The Venoms are the four untouchable heirs that rule Michigan High School, they shattered Remington Vladimir Gallagher's legs on the ice, leaving him bound to a wheelchair.
But now, his identical twin, Torren, is back for vengeance after spending seven months in military training.
With six weeks of ice practice, and one stolen identity.
Torren stalks them with a ghost mask
at night and
By day, he torments them on ice. Starting with Asher, their captain.
But heat sparks when Torren crashes into Remington on ice, with their bodies pressing together and Asher's hard cock pressing against him, something changes
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Chapter: Brother's clinicI wake up mid-stroke, my right hand gripping my cock so tight my knuckles turned white. I’m gasping, fighting a losing battle against the intense, raw orgasm crashing through me... easily the wildest of my life.Considering the last two orgasms were also the best of my life, it shouldn't surprise me that I’m drowning in thoughts of the two men who gave them to me. The two men I just dreamt of together."Are you with me?" I blink, focusing on my brother's sharp voice, dragging me back from the dream-scape to the cold reality of his clinic.This is exactly why I’m here. I need answers. I need to purge these thoughts on loop in my head before they destroy me."So, what’s wrong with me?""There’s nothing wrong with you, Asher," he says, leaning back in his creaking chair, casually lighting a cigarette."And I'm supposed to believe that? You claim to be a doctor, but you're chain-smoking in your own examination room.""I also have my left arm completely covered in tattoos, in case you miss
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Chapter: DesiresMy lips. Is Right.on. Remington lips! If I thought my stomach was fluttering before, now it has wings and it's spreading wide while my heart race even faster“Ash!” Elliott’s voice ring from the barrier, faded.Our eyes remain locked. If I move just a bit, I'll kiss himJust from this ghost.... GHOSTFACE THRUSTING IN ME..NO ghostface Asher. I breathe in and the air circulate between us.Just from that tiny kiss, I tasted soda and heat from him, and it's doing many things in me. I can't help but imagine what he'll taste like if our lips touch.His hand move between our chests and he fist my jersey, moving his.... head!"Don't " I warn. He raise his eyes up"Don't kis..."Fuck me! Remington's cock harden beneath me as his mouth touch mine. He kisses me, ignoring my warning.Same with my dick which jiggles violently against my hockey pant. Straining to come out. To have direct skin contact of Remington hard one that's poking me. My hips move and my tongue slip into his mouth."Ash.."
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Chapter: Private lessonASHER POV The Venom private rink at this hour belongs to me unquestionably-. No audience. No expectation. Just the cold and the overhead lights, the sound of my own edges, and the particular clarity that comes when the rest of the world is still asleep. I’ve been here forty minutes when the doors open. He’s not late. Exactly on time, which somehow reads as a refusal to be punctual on my terms and just arriving at the exact minute that meets the requirement and no more. He comes in looking unhurried in his practice gear, helmet under one arm, and steps onto the ice without ceremony. “You’re late,” I say. “I’m not,” he says. I look at my watch. "You said don’t be late. I’m not late.” He snaps his helmet on. "What are we doing, Captain?” Captain. I guess he doesn't call me '01' again. I kinda liked it. I fire a puck into the empty net. Get on the ice and find out.” He skates out to center. I watch him warm up. I watch the way he reads the surface, making small adjustmen
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Chapter: TRUTHASHER POVElliott is in my room when I get back. His hand is in his pocket, the other twirling around a mini toy puck, leaning against the door, staring at me—which is his definition of pacing."You look disastrous.""But I still look better than you," I reply, and he leans away from the door. Dipping both hands and the toy puck into his pocket, he takes a measured step to me... then to the President Obama picture that sits on my dresser by my bed."You remember when your brother came out gay." Go, Elliott. The bastard already figured me out, or something, and he won't stop."Don't remind me," I grind out, resting my back on my bed as I stare at the ceiling."Sometimes I think that's life's way of telling your mom 'fuck you,'" he says, the bed dipping to show he is sitting right by my side."How so?""If there is any misandrist that I know of, then it's your mom." I chuckle, folding both hands beneath my head."And life decided to give her two sons," I say, a floating weight settling
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Chapter: Fuck meASHER POV“What’s going on with you, Asher?”“What did I say is going on with me, Elliott?.”“You’ve been raging non-stop. Losing awareness of your surroundings. This is the second punching bag you’ve gone through because you split the last one open.”I throw a right hook into the center of the bag. The chain rattles against the ceiling mount.“I’m working out. In case that wasn’t obvious enough.”“You’re zoning out,” he says. “There’s a difference.”“Some of us think when we train, Elliott.”“Right.” He steps back.My hands stop mid-swing.Every hair on my body rises. My throat closes up. My pulse goes from controlled to something I refuse to name and my length does what it’s been doing all morning at the worst possible intervals.I turn around.Remington standing at the entrance to the indoor practice rink in his gear, helmet under his arm, looking exactly like he always looks — unhurried, impossible, taking up the right amount of space in every room he enters.“Hi,” he says.Two l
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Chapter: 21 Private hockeyASHER POV The cold air of the private Venom rink is the only thing keeping the fever in my blood from boiling over. I glide across the surface, the hollow ring of my skates echoing off the ICE RINK rafters. I pull my phone from my glove and send the DM. ASHER:Private wing. Now. Don't be late, scholarship. I toss the phone onto the bench and pick up my stick. My mind is a jagged mess of glass and static. I can still feel the ghost of the cuffs biting into my wrists from last night, the humiliating weight of his cock , and the way the "Ghost" moved over me. I came so hard I thought my heart would stop—an explosive, shameful betrayal of my own body. I’m being hunted in my own bedroom, threatened with a camera clip, and I can’t tell a soul. Not my mother. Certainly not Elliott. To admit I was taken like that is to admit I am no longer the King. Not when I have proof I like it. My dick jerks again and rag fill me "Betrayer" I murmur "I did nothing wrong" avoice sound And The h
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Chapter: SomELEANOR POV"Sisikin kita sa alas-tres ng hapon, Miss," sabi ni Vandiver."Sige, walang problema."Nahanap ko ang aking daan sa tindahan, masaya at hindi sigurado. Masaya na nandoon ang pera, ngunit hindi sigurado kung binili at binalikan na ako.Anong nagpasok sa aking isip na sabihin sa isang lalaking katulad niya kung paano ko gustong kantuting ako habang natutulog ako?"Nag-haharang ba ang iyong taba sa iyong mga tainga rin?"Sabi ni Johnny, tinititigan ako. Nakatira siya malapit at lagi niyang binubuksan ang tindahan. Kadalasan, wala na siya bago ako dumating."Magandang umaga.""Alam ko na matalino ka at walang kultura, hindi ko alam na magbibigay ka ng iyong sarili sa isang lalaking tulad ni Banks Wellington."Paano niya nalaman?"Hinalikan mo pa siya sa harap ng tindah
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Chapter: SomnophiliaNagpi-ping ang aking telepono, at kinukuha ko ito. Isang voice note mula sa kanya: Magandang umaga Mast... Mr. Banks.Nagmumukhang grimace ako sa pormal na paggamit ng aking pangalan mula sa kanyang mga labi.Malakas siyang huminga."Kailangan nating pag-usapan kung tatawagin ka pa rin bilang Master sa labas ng silid-tulugan."Bumagtul siya at nagtatapos ang voice note.Sumusunod ang isa pa, at nakikinig ako."Paumanhin, dahil abala ka, ngunit curious ako, hindi tulad ng may iba pang mga opsyon, ngunit gusto ko lang maging sigurado dahil hindi ko ito mailabas sa aking utak."Sumusunod ang isa pang malalim na paghinga, at naiisip ko siya na ginagalaw ang kanyang mga kuko habang dinidilaan ang kanyang mga labi."Pumunta ka ba sa apartment na ito kagabi? Nagising lang ako na may tamod sa aking mga dibdib at
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Chapter: AnthonyBANKS POV"Hindi ko alam na nagustuhan mo ang mataba na mga babae."Ibinababa ko ang aking telepono at kinuklira ang aking lalamunan, kinasusuklaman na hindi ko mapanood siyang magmadali para sa akin, o kung sinuman ang iniisip niya na may tapang na ilabas ang kanyang tamod sa kanya."Ngayon ay gusto ko na," sagot ko nang walang malasakit sa kasosyo na nagawa ang kanyang sariling kaibigan at hindi tumitigil sa pagpasok. Alas-seis ng umaga, humigit-kumulang dalawang oras mula nang umalis ako sa tahanan ni Eleanor."Medyo maganda ang kanyang mga dibdib, at palagi mong nagustuhan ang mga iyon.""Ano ang sinabi mo?" Ibinaling niya ang kanyang likod sa akin, nakatuon sa isa sa aking mga istante kung saan nakalagay ang mga file ng aking mga tagumpay."Matagal na tayong magkaibigan.""Kasosyo," itinuwid ko. Lumiko siya at natawa bago hinila ang aking award pa
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Chapter: HomeWOW.Dalawampung beses na mas malaki kaysa sa aking dati-ratihing apartment.Ang mga bintana mula sahig hanggang kisame ay bumabagtas sa buong ikatlong palapag, nag-aalok ng tanawin ng lungsod na mukhang nagpapatuloy nang ilang milya. Ang muwebles ay maayos, moderno, at mukhang nagkakahalaga nang higit sa aking kinita sa buong buhay ko bago siya makilala.Sinino ba ang naglilinlang ko? Ito nga.Ginugol ko ang susunod na apat na oras na sinusuri ang lahat.Ang kusina ay naka-stock ng mataas na kalidad na mga appliance na hindi ko alam kung paano gamitin at mga sangkap na hindi ko mapangalan.Ang bawat drawer sa silid-tulugan ay puno ng mamahaling hosiery at lingerie — ang kanyang piniling harang sa pagitan ng aking balat at ng kanyang kamay.Pagkatapos gumastos ng kalahati ng gabi na nag-eeksplora, ang dalisay, nakaka-crushing na katotohanan nito ay tumatama sa akin. Kailangan ko ng isang taong ibahagian ito. Kailangan kong sumigaw tungkol dito, upang pag-aralan ito, upang logikin ito
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Chapter: New houseSa halip na isang madilim na lugar o isang desolasyong gubat, dumadaan kami sa isang pinakamagandang pinamamahalaan na estate gate nang walang mga bantay na sumusulyap sa mga plaka ng sasakyan.Dala ng driver ang luxury sedan na maayos na huminto sa harap ng isang modernong gusaling parang kumakalmot sa langit."Sinabi ni Mr. Banks na makipag-ugnayan sa taong ito," sabi ng driver, ipinaabot sa akin ang isang card na may industrial na hitsura na logo.Kinukuha ko ito nang walang malasakit, ang aking isipan ay tumatangging iproseso ang card dahil masyadong abala ito sa pag-admire ng tanawin sa harap ko.Nakamasid ako. Ang aking panga ay literal na nakabitin.Nakita ko na ang luho.Nandoon na ako sa mataas na penthouse ni Banks. Ngunit ang kanyang lugar ay pakiramdam tulad ng isang mansyon — nagtayo, mayaman, at moderno.
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Chapter: TunnelKABANATA 13Tatlumpung minuto pa bago magsara, at mataas ako sa adrenaline at mababa sa kapangyarihan ng utak.Palagi akong nag-iisip na malalaman ko nang eksakto kung ano ang gagawin sa pera kapag nakuha ko na ito, ngunit ang aking utak ay kasalukuyang isang jumble ng multi-milyong dolyar na mga listahan.Ang aking kuya ay maaaring bumalik sa paaralan, ngunit kailangan pa rin akong magsimula ng negosyo para panatilihing dumadami ang pera kung mapagod si Banks sa akin nang maaga.Kailangan kong huminto sa pagtatrabaho, ngunit hindi pa ako makakaalis dahil wala akong apartment. Hindi na binanggit muli ni Banks ang pagkuha ng eksklusibong estate, at dahil sa pera na ito, hindi ko lakas ng loob na tanungin.Kailangan kong palitan ang aking wardrobe. Hindi tulad na kinakailangan — bukod sa hosiery, hubad ako kasama niya sa lahat ng oras. Ngunit nais kong magsuot ng isang bagay
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