Novels by TBoy

Scott’s POV My hands wouldn’t stop shaking. As I sat in the luxury waiting room of the escort agency, knees pressed together, staring at the soft gray rug. A woman in a black blazer stepped out of an office and smiled at me. “Scott McAllen?” I stood up fast. “That’s me.” She gestured for me to follow her into Mara’s office. There she sat down, crossed her legs and looked at me slowly as if she was re-accessing me. “My boss wants to assess you personally,” Mara said. “The client we want to send you to happens to be one of our biggest clients. You fit exactly what he likes. But because he’s very precious to us, Madam insists on meeting every person we send to him herself. She’ll call you and tell you when to come back for the assessment.” I swallowed. “How much?” She slid a small card across the desk. The number made my stomach twist. It was than half my rent.. “I’ll wait for her call,” I said. She nodded. “Don’t disappear on us. Clients like this don’t wait.” I left the buil

Elliot’s POVI received an email from HR around 9:03 a.m about Scott McAllen’s Resignation effective immediately.I read it three times. He really meant it this time, like he officially resigned. He left without considering how I’ll feel. This made me feel even worse, I’d have felt better if he continued working with Zenex. Even if we aren’t talking.At the same time my private investigator sent a new report. Chris Lang was still circling around Scott, trying to persuade him with money. Someone must have told him that the easiest way to bring Zenex down is through the one person i can’t control, Scott,Something inside me snapped.I picked up my phone and made a few calls, I needed to threaten Chris and make him understand that touching anything connected to Scott McAllen would cost them more than they were willing to pay.Somehow doing that made me feel like the man I swore I would never become. My father but I didn’t care. I’d do anything to have Scott.I drove to Scott’s building

Scott’s POV I sat on the edge of my bed staring at two messages on my phone. Victor Lang’s offer: exhibition + $200,000 for quiet information on Zenex. My landlord’s threat: Rent due in 5 days. No stories this time. The numbers blurred. Debts from my mother’s cancer treatment still sat on my shoulders like concrete. The engagement announcement still sat in my chest like a knife. I didn’t know which one hurt more. A hard knock on the door made me jump. I opened it and froze. Elliot stood there, in the black tuxedo like he was coming from a party drunk, his tie was loosened, eyes dark and wild. He didn’t wait for an invitation. He stepped inside, shut the door, and locked it. “Scott…” “Get out.” He didn’t. He crowded me against the wall, hands on one side of my head, breathing hard. “You left. You walked out and you won’t answer my texts.” “You’re engaged,” I shot back. “You stood on a stage and told the whole world you’re marrying someone else. What the fuck do you want from

Elliot’s POV I saw Scott walk out of the ballroom and I suddenly became uncomfortable. He didn’t look back. Not once. His shoulders were tight, head high, but I knew that walk. I’ve seen it every time I pushed him away. The same proud, stubborn line of his back that always made me want to drag him back and fuck the fight out of him This time it felt different. I know he his hurting Isabella stepped up beside me, with a champagne glass in her hand, and a smile perfect for the cameras. Under her breath she said, “Breathe. People are watching.” I forced myself to act normal as we posed, smiled and accepted congratulations. The second we were alone in a private sitting room, I dropped to a couch. Isabella closed the door and turned to me. “I know you love him. I’m not your enemy, Elliot.” I stared at her. “Did you see his face?” “I did. And I also saw yours.” She sat on the edge of the couch, smoothing her dress. “Our arrangement still stands. I will protect your secrets. While y

Scott’s POVThe invitation to the most anticipated party in Brooklyn arrived in a thick black envelope with gold lettering.I almost threw it straight into the trash. Travis Family Engagement Announcement. My stomach turned the second I read the words. Elliot. Engaged. To some high-profile woman.This man isn’t in anyway attracted to women, I pity the woman he’s engaged to and the emotional torture she’ll go through in his hands.I stared at the card for a long time. My hands shook. Part of me wanted to rip it into pieces. The other part, the stupid, addicted part.. wanted to see his face when he stood next to her.So I attended the party. The ballroom was already packed when I arrived. Chandeliers. Champagne. People in expensive suits and dresses laughing like they owned the world.I stayed near the back, heart hammering so hard I could feel it in my throat.Then the lights dimmed. A man on stage cleared his throat.“Ladies and gentlemen, it is our great honor to announce the engage

Elliot’s POVThe news came at 9:20 AM.Laurent publicly announced he was withdrawing all claims against Scott.“Art Critic Laurent Beaumont Withdraws All Claims Against Rising Artist Scott McAllen. For personal reasons best known to him.”I read it three times, my thumb kept hovering over my iPad screen, like I didn’t trust what my eyes was seeing. Scott’s face flashed in my mind, he must be feeling relieved right now after seeing this news.“He deserves to be happy.” I was talking to myself. Then Jayden burst into my office, and that smile died fast.“Sir, I sense something fishy here,” he said, dropping into the chair across from my desk without waiting for permission. “Look Jayden, Laurent backed off. And he did that publicly.. That’s what we wanted, right?”“Laurent doesn’t look like a man who’d do such. Something is wrong.” He shook his head, i have never seen a friendship so genuine like that of Jayden and Scott. “For a man as deadly as Laurent?” “…nah, something is not clea

Sebastian’s POV I saw Charlotte smile at another man the way she used to smile only at me, and I got so jealous. I watched from across the room as she talked to Cameron, staring at him the same way she used to look at me when we first started. My hand tightened around the glass I was holding. After the last guests left and Stacy went upstairs to rest, I saw Charlotte heading to her room. I didn’t give her time to speak. I grabbed her wrist and pulled her into my office, locking the door behind us. “What was that?” I asked, voice low. She blinked. “What was what?” “The way you looked at him. Smiling. Standing close. Like he was your boyfriend.” “He’s just someone Mom introduced me to. We talked for a few minutes, that's all.” “Don’t.” I stepped closer. “I saw it.” We started arguing, when she told me I was overreacting. I needed to make her know that she’s mine and no one can take her away from me. Whether young or old. I had her against the desk, dress shoved up, my cock b

Charlotte's POVMom’s birthday party was supposed to be smiles and champagne. Instead I ended up bent over in Sebastian’s room with his hand over my mouth while his talkative friend almost walked in.Mom stopped me in the garden the next morning. Her voice was calm, but her eyes were cold.“I’m having a small get-together for my birthday this weekend. A few friends, some people from the company. I expect you to behave.”I blinked. “Behave?”“With Sebastian.” She kept her voice low. “No lingering looks. No standing too close. No disappearing into rooms together. I don’t want anyone suspecting whatever is going on between you two. Do you understand me? You can consider it my birthday present.”My stomach dropped.“Mom… I completely forgot it was your birthday. I’m so sorry.”She gave a short, humorless laugh. “Of course you did. You’ve been too busy with Sebastian. Both of you have. That’s why neither of you remembered.”I opened my mouth, then closed it again. There was nothing useful

Charlotte’s POV Sebastian told me we had to stop, no more hotels, or any form of risks at all because someone was following him. I nodded… and then texted him a dirty photo two hours later. He had pulled me into the garage after Mom went upstairs. His voice was low and tight. “There’s a private investigator trailing me. I can feel it. I noticed a particular car always following me, the same guy at the coffee shop near the office. We have to cool off. So that nothing can be used against us.” I agreed. Mom already found my diary. She was watching us like a hawk. One more mistake and everything would blow. Two hours later I was in my room horny with my legs spread, phone in hand, sending him a picture of my fingers inside myself. Caption: I can’t stop thinking about you. He called instead of texting back. “Charlotte. What did I just say?” “I know. I’m sorry. I just… I need you.” Silence on the line. Then a rough exhale. “One time. Just this one after that we stop until th

Stacy’s POV A package arrived at my doorstep without a name attached to it and when I opened it, I saw photos of my husband and daughter leaving a hotel together. I was sitting at the kitchen island with a glass of wine when my phone buzzed, I checked it and saw a message notification requesting that I go pick up the surprise waiting for me at my doorstep. At first I asked our security if he saw anyone come in and he said no. The first photo showed Sebastian’s hand resting on Charlotte’s back as they walked out of a hotel lobby. The second caught them near a car, with her face turned up toward him in a way no stepdaughter should look at her mother’s husband. All the photos had timestamps and different dates My hands started shaking. The wine glass tipped and spilled across the counter. I didn’t clean it up. My free hand curled into a fist so tight, I wanted to throw the phone. I wanted to drive to wherever they were and scream until my voice gave out. Then it dawned on me

Sebastian’s POVDaniel thought he could protect Charlotte from me. He learned otherwise in a quiet parking lot.I waited by his car until he finished his late shift at the campus library. When he saw me he stopped short, keys still in his hand.“We need to talk,” I said.He tried to look brave. “About Charlotte? She’s my friend. If something’s wrong…”“She’s not your concern.” I kept my voice even. “Because you saw us outside the hotel. It doesn’t mean you should start making silly assumptions.”Daniel swallowed. “I just don’t want her hurt.”I stepped closer. “Then stay away from her. Don’t try to play smart with me. If I hear you’ve spoken to her again, I’ll make sure your life at that school becomes very difficult. Understood?”He nodded once, face pale. I left him standing there under the streetlight, and drove off. Only for me to drive back to solidify my threat.“Hey kid, Incase you don’t know. I have pictures of you working at a club as a stripper against your mom’s wish. You d

Charlotte's POV My friend Daniel cornered me at school and told me he knew something was wrong with me and my stepfather and that he was going to “save” me whether I wanted it or not. He waited by my car after the last class. His face was tight. “I saw you,” he said without preamble. “Leaving that hotel with him. Your stepfather. I knew you were hiding so I waited for you to come out.” “I…I… why would I hide? I went to get something.” I stuttered trying to defend myself. “The way your step father touched you. How you looked at him. You know it’s not normal, Charlotte.” My stomach dropped. “You don’t know what you saw.” “I’m not dumb.” He stepped closer. “You’re into your old man. It’s either he’s using you. Or you’re both in too deep. I’m telling your mom if you don’t get out of it. Or I’ll confront him myself.” Panic mixed with anger. “Stay out of it, Dan. You have no idea what you’re talking about.” “I’m trying to help you.” “I don’t need your help.” I left him standing t