MasukDominicI dropped Madelyn off at the penthouse first.I told her I had an urgent meeting at the office, something that couldn’t wait, and she believed me…well, I sounded convincing enough. She didn’t push when I kissed her forehead and asked her to rest. She followed me to the door anyway, barefoot, wrapped in my shirt. She leaned into my chest for a second longer than usual, her fingers curling at my sides, and I felt that familiar pull to stay, to forget everything else and just be there with her.She watched me leave from the balcony, her arms folded loosely as the morning breeze lifted her hair. I lifted my hand in a small wave I didn’t feel like making, and for a moment I almost turned back. Almost told her everything. Almost ruined the calm on her face with the truth I was carrying.But I couldn't.I got into the car instead and drove away with my hands tight on the wheel, my jaw locked so hard my teeth hurt. The city blurred past me, streets I knew by heart, turns I took withou
DominicI didn’t realize how much I’d missed her until that dinner. Watching her nibble on the spoon, her lips slick and red, the way she chewed ever so slightly, made something twitch deep inside me. My hands were tight on the edge of the table, jaw clenched, and every nerve screaming. I couldn’t hold it anymore.Without a word, I stood, walked around the table, and pushed her plate aside. She blinked at me, surprised. “What are you doing?” she asked, her voice soft, a little breathless, that little quiver in it I could drown in. I didn’t answer. I just sat down across from her on the table, my belt already loosening, fingers fumbling with the button of my pants.The moment it was undone, my cock sprang free. Hard. Leaking just from the thought of her. I grabbed the yogurt cup sitting between us, tipped it over on the table, letting the thick cream drip down over my cock. The scent of her vanilla dessert mixed with me was electric. “Suck it,” I growled.She didn’t hesitate. Her tongu
Dominic As soon as we got to the yard of the remote house, the place was already dark and the only light came from the small bulb hanging over the front door. The air felt heavier than usual, like it had been holding its breath while waiting for me. I didn’t even wait for my driver to turn off the car engine before I got out. I just unlocked the door and pushed it open quietly.The silence inside the house made my stomach tighten. Where the hell is she?I stepped into the living room first. The couch was empty, it didn't look like someone was here. I called her name but no answer.I walked to the guest bathroom. Empty. I checked the bedroom next. The bed was untouched. I felt something drop inside me. My first thought was her phone, so I pulled mine out and tried dialing her. That was when I noticed my damn phone was on do not disturb. I just stared at the screen for a second, my brows drawing together because I hadn’t put it on that mode.Damn it, it must be Leana.I actually mutter
MadelynI fumbled with the groceries in my hands, juggling bags heavier than I remembered. The driver had insisted on helping get whatever I wanted and hang around in case I needed to go out, but I’d insisted I could manage on my own. Now, as I wrestled with the bags, I cursed myself for it. Why had I insisted? Every step toward the house felt like hell, my arms screaming, the canvas bags threatening to rip under the weight of tomatoes, bread, and who-knows-what else.I reached the door and twisted the knob, fingers slippery from sweat. The knob turned too easily. My stomach dropped. Did I lock it before leaving? I cursed under my breath, “stupid Madelyn… how could you go out leaving your door open?” I mutter to myself.The bags slipped slightly in my grip, and I tried to steady them, swearing quietly again. My phone vibrated in my back pocket, the sudden buzz making me jump. I nearly dropped the groceries entirely. My first thought was Dominic… maybe he's calling now after sensing al
Dominic Fuck! Nathaniel was a lot smarter than I gave him credit for, and the moment it clicked, it knocked the air right out of me. He had tracked Madelyn even to the most secluded place, a place I chose specifically because no one could find her, not even by accident. That remote vacation house was supposed to be safe, a place where she could breathe without the weight of everything on her shoulders, and a place I could keep her away from Nathaniel while I tried to untangle the mess I created. But the second Leana mentioned he asked her for the location of “our” vacation home, something in my chest tightened like a trap snapping shut.I left the office immediately. I didn’t even bother packing anything or shutting down my system. I didn’t hear half the words Leana said after that, my hands were already shaking with this cold, deep fear I hated even feeling. I called my driver and told him to take Leana back to her house. She was saying something about not being done talking, but I
Dominic Leana had been getting on my nerves for days, and tonight was no different. She had this way of dragging out every conversation until it turned into something I never wanted to be part of. I knew she thought she had the right to do it because of the baby, but even that wasn’t enough to make her presence tolerable when my mind was somewhere else entirely.Or with someone else.I rubbed my temples as I walked back into my office, wondering if exhaustion could kill a person. It was already late, the whole floor should’ve been empty, lights off, everyone gone home. But not me. And not her. For the past few days I had been finding stupid reasons to stay at work longer than usual. Meetings I could've postponed. Documents I could sign tomorrow. Calls I didn't need to take personally. I stayed because going home didn’t feel like going home anymore.Home was where Madelyn was, and she wasn’t there.I hated admitting that even to myself. It made me feel like some lovesick idiot who for







