LOGINI stepped toward Maya slowly, the house eerily quiet around us. Mom and Dad were out for the evening, so it was just the two of us. The air between us felt thick, suffocating. “Maya… it’s not like that. You know it’s not. Those photos don’t mean anything.”“Don’t fucking touch me,” she snapped, stepping back. Her eyes were red-rimmed, like she’d been crying for hours. Her voice trembled with barely contained rage. “Don’t you dare come near me right now.”I took another step anyway, desperate. “Please, just listen to me for a second. Clara forced that date. I had no choice. She’s still threatening us with the videos—”The slap came fast and hard. Her palm cracked across my cheek, the sting sharp and immediate. I staggered back a step, holding my face, more shocked than hurt. She was breathing heavily, chest rising and falling fast, tears shining in her eyes.“I thought we had something real, Leo,” she said, voice cracking. “I thought you loved me! Why would you go on a date with her? A
The second Lorraine and Michael left, the front door barely clicked shut before I was already moving. My heart was still racing from everything that just went down at the table. I ran upstairs and knocked softly on Maya’s door.“Maya? Are you okay?” Worry laced every word. No answer. I knocked again, harder. “Maya, talk to me.”Still nothing. I kept banging on the door until it finally cracked open. Maya stood there, face pale, sweat beading on her forehead. She looked exhausted.Before I could say anything, her knees buckled. She started collapsing slowly. “Maya! Maya!” I caught her just in time, holding her up.“I’m fine, Leo,” she whispered, voice weak. “Just a bit weak. I’ll get some rest. Go to sleep.”She pushed me gently but firmly out of the doorway and closed the door in my face. I stood there for a second, staring at the wood, my chest tight. What the hell was going on with her?I walked back to my room, head spinning. What did Aunt Lorraine mean by Maya’s been puking? What
Nora stepped right in front of us, arms crossed tight, eyes moving between me and Maya like she was reading a crime scene. The kitchen suddenly felt way too small. “Leo… is Maya having sex?”I choked hard on the sip of water I’d just taken. It went down the wrong way, burning my throat as I coughed and sputtered, eyes watering. “Uhm… okay, first of all, that’s Maya’s private life, not mine,” I managed, voice hoarse.“Thank you!” Maya said quickly, rolling her eyes at me like I’d actually done her a solid for once.Before Nora could push any further, the front door burst open with loud, cheerful voices.“Surpriseeee!” Uncle Michael and Aunt Lorraine called out together, stepping inside like they owned the place. Lorraine was holding a bottle of wine, Michael had that usual confident grin. They looked like they’d just come from some fancy event, her in a nice dress, him in a button-up.The three of us froze. Nora recovered first, forcing a smile that looked more like a grimace. “What ar
Leo’s POVDamn. I actually keep messing everything up.I stood in the hallway like an idiot, staring at Maya’s closed door. The slam still echoed in my head. She was mad, like really mad and I couldn’t blame her one bit. Telling her to sleep with Marcus to save my own skin? What kind of selfish asshole says something like that to the girl he can’t stop thinking about? I exhaled slowly, running a hand through my hair, then dragged myself back to my room feeling like shit.I dropped onto the bed and picked up my controller, hoping the game would drown out my thoughts. The screen lit up with bright colors and explosions, but it didn’t help. Every few seconds my mind drifted back to Maya’s face — the hurt in her eyes, the way she looked at me like I’d betrayed her. I kept playing on autopilot, but my focus was gone.My phone buzzed on the bed. I picked it up and saw a message in the hockey group chat from Coach: “Emergency team meeting tomorrow at 8 AM sharp. Be on time. No excuses, no
Maya’s POVGod, I couldn’t believe Leo had actually said that to me.I stormed back toward the classroom, my heart pounding so hard it felt like it was going to crack my ribs. Sleep with Marcus? Is he insane? What does he take me for — some toy he can just pass around to save his precious captain spot? The anger burned hot in my chest, mixing with something sharper. Hurt. Real hurt.I grabbed my bag from my desk, slinging it over my shoulder a little too roughly. That’s when Jordan appeared at the door, flashing that easy smile of his. “Hey babe.”I almost laughed. Jordan wasn’t really my boyfriend. We were just hooking up — nothing serious. I’d started it hoping it would make Leo jealous, push him to finally stop hiding us. Such a low move, even for me. But right now, I didn’t care.“You look angry. You okay?” Jordan stepped closer and gently put his hand on my forehead like he was checking for a fever.I brushed his hand away. “I’m fine, Jordan. Can you just drop me home?”He tilte
I stood there in the bathroom staring at Marcus’s phone like it was a bomb about to go off. “How did the—”Marcus stepped closer, that smug look still plastered on his face. “You should’ve been more careful, Leo.” He let out a short laugh. “I leaked it, by the way.”“You did what?” I grabbed his shirt and shoved him against the sink. We were face to face now, breathing hard. “Relax,” he said, not even flinching. “They can’t even see your faces clearly.” His eyes locked onto mine, cold and serious. “You think you’re hot shit, huh? Bragging about how good you are on the ice. Let me burst your bubble. I’ve got videos. I’ve been watching you and Maya for a while now. I know you two are fucking. And now I want a taste of that pussy.”I didn’t even think twice. My fist connected hard with his jaw. The sound echoed off the bathroom tiles. “How dare you talk about Maya like that in front of me, you sick fuck?”Marcus stumbled back a step but recovered fast, laughing through the blood on his
I stepped back into the hallway, the heavy door banging shut behind me like it was trying to trap all the bullshit of the day inside. Clara’s cherry lipstick still felt sticky on my cheek no matter how many times I wiped it off. My jaw was tight, shoulders bunched up like I’d been carrying bricks a
My blood was boiling as I stormed straight toward Clara. She was still leaning against the lockers like she owned the fucking hallway, that smug little smile playing on her lips. The photo burned in my mind—Maya’s shirt shoved up, my fingers buried between her thighs, her face twisted in pleasure.
I slipped into class ten minutes late, the door creaking loud enough to make every head turn. My neck still burned from Maya’s lipstick and the fresh hickeys she’d sucked into my skin.My cock was half-hard just from the memory of her tight, dripping cunt clenching around me in that closet.“Mr. Lu
The next morning felt like the worst hangover of my life, but it had nothing to do with the alcohol. It was all her.The memory of Maya’s broken screams echoing in my ears, the slick, tight grip of her cunt squeezing my cock, the way her body had convulsed and milked every drop of my cum deep insid







