MasukMark POVBailey left my apartment early Monday morning.She kissed me at the door, quick and soft, her eyes still puffy from last night but lighter than I had seen them in weeks."I'll see you at the academy," she said."Yeah, you will."She gave me a look."What does that mean?""It means I'll see you at the academy."She shook her head and walked to the elevator. I watched her go, leaning against the doorframe, a feeling settling in my chest that I hadn't felt in two weeks.Certainty.I was done hiding.Done sneaking around. Done pretending she was just my coach. Done watching her carry the weight of us on her shoulders while I stood in the shadows like a coward.She loved me.She said it to my face. Standing in my living room, tears running down her cheeks, voice cracking on every word. She loved me.And I wasn't going to let her walk into that academy alone. Not today. Not ever again.I showered, got dressed, and drove to the academy.The parking lot was already full when I pulled
Mark POVThe drive back from my father's house felt different.Lighter. Like something that had been sitting on my chest for two weeks had finally cracked loose and fallen away.I didn't know if he would make the calls. Didn't know if Mercer would get what was coming to him. My father said "I'll see what I can do," and with Theodore Kingsley, that could mean anything.But it didn't matter.What mattered was that I said what I needed to say. Stood in front of the most powerful man I knew and told him the truth. About Bailey. About us. About what I was willing to give up if the world kept trying to tear her down.I meant every word.The city was quiet by the time I pulled into my building. Normal Sunday evening. Streets mostly empty. The sky had turned that deep shade of blue that came right before full dark.I parked, grabbed my keys, and rode the elevator up to my floor.When the doors opened, I stopped.Bailey was standing at my door.She looked small. Smaller than I had ever seen he
Mark POVTwo weeks without Bailey, and I was falling apart.My times were worse than they've ever been. My focus was gone. My body showed up to the track every morning, but the rest of me stayed in that park on that bench, replaying the sound of her voice breaking as she told me it was over.I was the one who walked away that night. Turned my back and left, because staying would have meant begging. And Mark Kingsley didn't beg.But God, I wanted to.I tried to push through it. Tried to do what I always did. Train harder. Run faster. Bury everything under sweat and reps and sore muscles.It didn't work.Because every time I lined up at the blocks, I looked for her at the finish line.And she wasn't there.On a Sunday evening, I sat in my apartment with my father's voice ringing in my head.Fix whatever needs fixing.He was right.Something needed fixing.But it wasn't my times.I showered, got dressed, and drove to my father's house.The Kingsley estate sat on twelve acres of manicured
Bailey POVBy the end of the second week, I couldn't carry it alone anymore.The apartment was suffocating. The silence was deafening. And the memories from our time together kept tormenting at every turn.So I drove to Lola's.It was a Sunday evening. Our usual time. But nothing about this visit felt usual.I knocked.She opened the door.And didn't smile.That was the first sign.She stepped aside without a word and let me in. No greeting. No joke. No comment about how terrible I looked, even though I knew I looked terrible.I sat on the couch. She sat on the floor across from me, legs crossed, arms folded. I hadn't seen her since I got back from Atlanta and the rumors spread.The silence between us was thick. Heavy. The kind that only existed between two people who had something ugly sitting between them."So," she said finally. "When were you going to tell me?"My stomach tightened."Tell you what?""Don't." Her voice was sharp. "Don't do that. Not again."I closed my mouth."I as
Bailey POVThe first week without him was the hardest.I went to work, coached my groups. Ran drills, gave feedback. Said the right things at the right times.But I wasn't there.Not really.My body moved through the motions, but the rest of me had checked out. Like someone had reached inside my chest and flipped a switch, turning off everything that made me feel alive.I stopped eating proper meals. Coffee in the morning. Maybe a sandwich at lunch if I remembered. Dinner was whatever I could grab without thinking, usually nothing.Every night, I lay in bed with the lights off, my body exhausted but my mind wide awake. Replaying the same scene over and over. The bench. The park. His face when I said it had to end. The way his expression crumbled for half a second before the wall went up.The sound of his footsteps walking away.Fading.Until there was nothing.At the academy, I avoided the sprint section completely. Rearranged my schedule so I never had to be near him. He was back to
Bailey POVI called him Thursday night.Three days after Mercer's ultimatum. Three days of barely sleeping, barely eating, barely functioning. Three days of walking through my life like a ghost while the deadline ticked louder in my head with every passing hour.I had until Friday.Tomorrow.I spent those three days trying to find another way. Any other way. A loophole. A plan. Something that let me keep my job and keep him at the same time.There was nothing.Every road led to the same dead end.Him or everything else.I sat on my couch with my phone in my hand for twenty minutes before I finally pressed call.He picked up on the first ring."Hey," he said. His voice was easy. Relaxed. Like everything in his world was still intact.It made what I was about to do so much harder."Can you meet me?" I asked."Right now?""Yeah. Lincoln Park. Our bench."A pause."Everything okay?"No."Just meet me there."I got there first.The park was empty. The sky was dark, streetlights casting lon
Steven POV.I woke up with my cheek pressed against something cold, my neck stiff, and my brain fogged in confusion.For a moment I didn’t know where I was.Then the events of last night slammed into my mind like a door blown open by the wind.Fabian hadn’t come back as I expected, and I’d waited a
Steven POV.As the truth slammed into me, my nostrils flared in a mix of shock and resignation.I wanted to do this.Even if it was once, I needed to experience it.My hands reached for my phone's screen and I was about to click on the play button when I heard my name, "Steven!"I stopped, it was S
Steven POV.I tossed the phone onto my lap and leaned forward, elbows on my knees.I was exhausted.My heartbeat hadn’t slowed since the call started, but now it climbed for different reasons.So much was happening in my life all at once.Greg was unreachable.Fabian was quiet.My mind was reeling
Steven POV.I sat here gazing at him, helpless to do anything but watch with my pants down to my ankles.He'd parted my legs and was kneeling between them with my dick in his hand. What would he do now? I wondered, my heart thudding in my chest.Was he going to suck me or fuck me?I felt anticipat







