LOGINChapter 64Rico’s POVWelp. Turns out Cosco and Sara had dated for over a year, had a misunderstanding then broke up to stay as friends. No wonder the guy kept giving me death glares like I’d stolen something from him. That morning while I and Sara were preparing breakfast, she caught me watching him from the kitchen window and came up behind me.“Do not worry honey, it is nothing. You are the one I am in love with, remember?”I nodded and pulled up the fakest smile I could come up with. I gotta give it to her she was a sweet talker but that didn’t stop me from comparing the way his arms filled out that sleeveless shirt to my own thinner frame. I did not believe I measured up to him. Not even close.The next day was the annual family picnic day. Sara moved around the kitchen with a light step, humming. I looked for the usual bags of food and found nothing. No cooler. No baskets. Just two empty water bottles on the counter.“Where is the food?” I asked.She laughed and kissed my ch
Chapter 63Rico’s POVSara laughed at something I said and I just kept smiling at her as I turned my focus between the road that was stretching ahead, trees flashing past the windows, and for a second I forget how to breathe properly.Somehow, I had landed the hottest girl on campus.That was what everyone called her. Long legs, that easy smile that made guys trip over their own feet in the hallway. And me? The nerd with the thick glasses and the backpack that always looked too heavy. I still do not know how the hell I ended up here, ring on her finger, driving towards her family place for the whole summer.She reaches over and squeezes my knee.“You are going to love it out there,” she says. “The games, the freedom. The air of the old life. It is different. Quieter. You can actually hear yourself think.”I nodded, still watching her more than the road.“Yeah? What kind of games?”“Everything. Cards at night. Swimming. And the picnic at the waterfall. We used to do that every summer.”
Chapter 62Scot’s POVJust as expected,The talk never happened the way either of us planned.I showed up at eight like he ordered. The floor was already empty and Leonardo sat behind the desk with his sleeves rolled and a glass of something dark in front of him. He did not offer me a seat.“You wanted plain,” he said. “Here it is. You stay. You work. You keep your mouth shut about the bracelet and about what happens in this room. In return the police stay out of it and my wife stays ignorant.”I laughed. It came out ugly. “That is not plain. That is the same cage with nicer words.”“It is what you get.”“I am done being your secret.” My voice rose before I could stop it. “You trapped me. You fucked me. You still will not even say what I am to you.”He stood up, making sure to scrape the chair across the floor hard. “You are the reason I cannot think straight. That is all.”“Say the real word.”“There is no real word.”“You are a coward.”Something snapped in his face. He came around
Chapter 61Scot’s POVThe second week settled into a pattern I hated more every day. My mornings usually started with the same tight feeling in my chest. Leonardo barely spoke beyond giving orders and files and calls as he stayed late. His hands still found me when the floors emptied. Once the private bathroom down the hall. Always the same quiet control. He never said much after. Just fixed his clothes and told me what time to show up the next morning.I stopped answering Stella’s calls. Her texts got shorter. Then eventually stopped for a day. Guilt sat in my stomach like spoiled food, but the second Leonardo’s door closed behind us it all went quiet under the need.Thursday night he left early for a meeting across town. Told me to finish the quarterly reports and lock up. The office felt bigger without him in it. I worked until the numbers blurred. My back ached from hunching over the desk.“Just one more file to organize before I can call it a day,” I sighed as I arranged document
Chapter 60Scot’s POVNot again…Monday started the same way the last week had ended. My stomach twisted the moment the elevator doors opened on the eighth floor. I had barely slept. Every time I closed my eyes, it was like I could feel his hand on my neck again.Leonardo was already at his desk when I walked in. He looked up once, gave a short nod, and went back to the papers in front of him.“File these. Then stay. We have a late call with the Tokyo office.”I nodded and took the stack. My hands still shook a little when I sorted things, but less than before. The clumsy drops had slowed down but the sweat had not. It gathered under my collar the second I sat down.The day dragged. Stella texted twice. First to ask if we were still meeting for dinner. I stared at the message for a full minute before typing that work was keeping me late again. Her reply came back short.Okay.No emoji. No follow up. Just that one word.By seven the floor had emptied. Only the soft hum of the air condi
Chapter 59Scot’s POVMy alarm clock went off exactly at six and I almost threw the phone across the room. My stomach had been in knots since the night before. I put on the only decent shirt I owned, the one with the slightly frayed collar, and left the house before the sun fully came up.The building where Leonardo worked looked like it could swallow people whole. It looked like it was made out of glass and steel and a lobby that smelled like money. The security desk already had my name. They handed me a temporary badge that still felt warm from the printer.“Eighth floor. Mr. Leonardo’s office,” the guard said without looking up.I rode the elevator with two women in sharp suits who both glanced at my shoes like I’d stained their perfectly polished floors and then looked away. My palms were already damp.The eighth floor was quiet when I stepped out. It was covered with thick carpet, with soft lighting. A woman at the front desk pointed me toward the corner office without smiling.
Chapter 3.Aftermath & Round Three (or Was It Four?)Rick’s POVBy the time most of the guys had started tapping out one by one, the living room looked no different than a crime scene produced from a very sticky porno. Scattered all over the floor were empty lube bottles, discarded condoms, random
Chapter 2.The Fuckening Begins…Rick’s POVThey didn’t waste a single second. Tim’s “Good boy” was still ringing in my ears when about four pairs of hands grabbed me; not rough, but definitely not gentle, and manhandled me into position right there on the living room rug like I was the star of th
I REALLY DO NOT HAVE TO WARN YOU. DO I? ^^ Chapter 1. Rick’s POV I kicked the front door shut behind me, tie loosened as I felt shoulders go numb from the long ass day I’d just had at the office. clocked twenty-eight today. Another year old with the same bullshit routine. Tim had texted me ear
Chapter 34Noah’s POV. I never planned on losing my virginity on the floor of a church, but when Father Gabriel locked the doors after midnight mass, all my good intentions went straight to hell… exactly where they belonged.My legs were already shaking as I stepped into the church. The huge space







