LOGINMAX“Do I know you??”The bastard couldn’t even say my name. Of course he couldn’t. What the fuck was I thinking? The man who abandoned me eighteen years ago would suddenly remember who I was? What a goddamn joke.Why was I even upset? I’d been fuming since I left the office. The drive back to school did nothing. Trying to distract myself by watching the team’s basketball practice wasn’t working either. The more time passed, the angrier I got.I sat on the bleachers, elbows on my knees, jaw locked so tight it hurt. As if last night's ordeal couldn't get any worse, I woke up this morning feeling like I'd worsened my ankle injury with all that moving.My knee throbbed under the brace… a constant reminder that I was still benched for three months after that nasty twist last month. The team was running drills without me, sneakers squeaking against the polished floor, the ball echoing like it was mocking me. IlI should’ve been out there. Instead I was stuck here, useless, replaying
BRIANWould you rather be loved, respected or feared?My father was the kind of person that would slap you across the face for such a question. He didn't care about respect, and love to him was as fickle as a leaf in autumn. But fear?You'd have thought he was was Pennywise from the way he fed on the emotion. Surprisingly, I probably knew as much about my father as anyone else in Lang Corp. His reputation proceeded him, and there were more than enough stories to make you think he was some myth walking amongst men.The most vivid memory I had of him, was one from almost twenty years ago—The night he dissapeared after leaving me on the front porch of Lancaster Lang, his then best friend and owner of Lang Corp. Long story short? My father owed a debt, and apparently, using me to steal my stepmother's medical fees didn't even amount to half of it. To fully pay off his dues, he sold me as well.The Lang family became my new home, a haven where I was beaten and bruised and starved unti
TIFFANY My dad had never been so googly eyed in his entire life.It was crazy to see. The stout, unimpressed disciplinarian of the family all giddy because some “Liam” guy formally introduced him as the newest member of the Lang Corporation with the most impressive prospects. I guess in a way, for him, it was that one moment that made it feel like all his efforts were worth it. But my dad was pretty much the only person stt the table that looked like he was about to explode in joy. My mom remained straightfaced, more because she wasn't as comfortable around crowds as she was a couple years back. And then, there was me… who'd been looking for an opportunity to leave this table for the past thirty minutes. Reason:Theo was five tables away. Tall and composed, blending into the sea of dark tuxedos and sharp stares. I wonder if he wanted to talk to me as much as I wanted to talk him. I had to find a way to leave this table and pull him elsewhere. ***THEOI had to find a way to ge
BIANCA“I got invited to a dinner party and I need a plus one. Mia called sick, so you're honestly my last option.”I wasn't.Over the course of the last couple weeks, right more girls had been employed as eye-candy at Sully's Palace.In reality, the platter of potential plus-ones to choose from was still very big. But Sullivan wanted me. And I wanted him.No. Ew. Not like that. I just… I knew Max was going to be here. He's accidently blurted it out before joining me in the shower last night.And I guess. I just… wanted to be here too. But that was how I felt about four hours ago. Couldn't say the same about right now. The entire event felt suffocating, loaded with eyes that never seemed to stop staring and lips too quick to launch some horrid excuse at small talk. I ignored the lot of them, even though Sullivan seemed to be enjoying the attention he was getting because of it.Eventually, the all gave up… until one man made his way down to our table, and took the seat opposite
MAX (Current time)Shit. He fucked her. This bastard actually… fucked Vanessa. My hands curled into fists that very instant. “You're not going to do that” Vanessa spoke. “You shouldn't be here either.”“We had a—”“We?” She cut me off. “There is no we. There's you. There's me. And then, there's what either of choose to do. Clear?”Tch. “Yeah. You're right” I straightened, grounding myself with a light scratch to back of my head. “In that case, I'll assume the Tessa situation’s been handled” I turned, heading back down the stairs. “Goodnight.”Fair play, I guess. I'd taken the final step down the staircase, walking straight for the door when her voice suddenly spread through the silence. “Wait.”The voice stopped me cold. I shouldn't have turned. I didn't want to turn. But I did anyway… and peered passed Brian and Vanessa to see Tessa's disheveled figure leaning against the railings.Her makeup was smeared. Her skin, flushed. And her body, still reeling with solid proof that Van
BRIANWhat was with that look?Her eyes carried a glint of anger—a poisonous, dangerous spice. Yet laced across the edges, was a look far more familiar. Need. Yearn. Lust.She took me in her mouth, gagging around my girth as tears rolled down her cheeks. My boss’ wife, breaking on her knees because of an order from the twenty year old seated behind her. “Deeper. I want to hear you gag” Vanessa ordered. Tessa came closer, both nails pressed into my thighs as my cock disappeared into her mouth. Spit drooled down the side of her lips, smearing her makeup while she voluntarily choked. “I said, deeper” Vanessa barked from her seat just across from us. She'd been watching the entire thing. And the look in her eyes, though fairly coated by anger and satisfaction, couldn't hide the traces of lust reeling off her either.“Want me to help?” I glanced down, watching Tessa struggle to take all of me into her mouth. She didn't answer. So I helped. I bunched her golden yellow hair into a







