Mag-log inMy week was busy and exhausting. From babysitting Oliver to being put to the test by Gary at his studio, all the rest of my time was spent on painting. My illicit encounter with Felix in his office on Monday was the only time I spent with him. We exchanged texts here and there, but all I wanted was for the weekend to arrive so I could be with him.On Thursday I ate lunch with Maddox. He needed me for the last touches to the hand sculpture. We ate quickly in the canteen and went straight to the studio. I couldn't stay very long because I had to be at Oliver's house at five.The plaster sculpture was incredible. It was so realistic that it looked as if my real hand had been dunked in white paint. Maddox needed to get the details of my nails and promised it wouldn't take long.While we were chatting away, both our phones went off at the same time."That's my email notification." Said Maddox, not taking his eyes from the sculpture. "I bet we got the same thing. Can you check it?"Sure eno
"You have to roll them tightly or else they'll collapse in the pan." Said Blair, wiping sweat from his forehead. I was trying to follow his instructions, but for a guy who only knew how to make about four dishes, I was struggling.He insisted on making cordon bleu to celebrate the trip to Paris for dinner, which I came to realize was just a fancy name for chicken breasts stuffed with cheese and ham and then deep or pan fried, accompanied with a special sauce. In theory it sounded simple enough, but in practice not so much.Blair was working on all the elements of the dish at the same time, and he did it so focused and organized it seemed like a superhuman ability. I, on the other hand, only had one task, to roll up the chicken, and yet I struggled."Just roll it and use a skewer to keep it in place." He said, demonstrating the technique. "Like this."I huffed in annoyance. "You should do this yourself, I'm just slowing you down."He swatted his hand in the air. "This is not about spee
He tried to conceal a smile. "It's the equivalent to the English expression 'it's nippy', when there is a biting chill in the air."I put down my cutlery. "Okay, but you still haven't told me what the words mean."He drank his wine and averted my gaze. "Pince means pinch. You use the expression when it's so cold that it feels like you're being pinched."I bit the inside of my cheek as his cheeks grew redder and redder, and I knew it wasn't because of the wine.Instead of coming up with something witty or teasing to say, my mind took me to the night we established a safe word, when I pinched his thigh as a punishment if he moved his arms. How many times had he imagined being back in that moment, receiving both pain and pleasure from me?"Such a coincidence that you're bringing up that word, don't you think?" I broke the silence. I wanted to know what was going through his mind, if he was just teasing or if there was something more he wasn't telling me.He looked down at his plate. His
We were still sitting on the floor, our legs stretched out in front of us, resting in the comfortable silence of each other's company. In that moment, we didn't need to say anything to tell the other what we were feeling. We both knew what we had done was intense. Nothing like I had ever experienced before, at least.Knowing that Felix was there, sitting next to me, his hand resting on my thigh, was incredibly reassuring. I didn't feel weird after the dust of our wild sexual experience had settled, and I knew it was because Felix was so comfortable with it still playing on his mind, freely, without judgment. He made me feel like I could do it too, process what had happened, savor it, and not judge myself for having liked it so much."You're crazy." I said to him, leaning my head back against the wall. "You planned all of this, every single step... You got up earlier, you waited for me to get to the kitchen, you hid the ice from my sight..."He squeezed my knee. "I'm just creative, tha
I turned to face him and reached for the shampoo bottle, squeezing it into my palm. I lifted my arms to reach his hair, but my arms were so sore I winced halfway up.Noticing my discomfort, Felix placed his hands on my hips and slowly knelt in front of me, his head now much lower so I could reach it without effort. I chuckled when he did that, finding his solution a bit childish.I massaged his scalp just the way I knew he liked. He rested his forehead against my belly, humming in satisfaction. I looked down at him and noticed his eyes were closed, completely immersed in relaxation."You really want me to bring my stuff?" I asked. He lifted his head and looked up at me, sincerity in his eyes. He then pressed his lips against my belly, letting them linger."You're already here all the time, might as well improve logistics."He was right. This wasn't such a big step like I thought it was. I was already with him most of my free time, so bringing my stuff or not wasn't the defining indica
I took a sip of the scalding coffee, the liquid burning the back of my throat. I loved the bitterness of an espresso, the small cup packing enough power to cure my lethargy. After a whole afternoon of painting, I really needed it.It was Friday afternoon so the cafeteria was practically empty. I took my coffee at the bar counter, wanting to make it quick so I could go back to the canvas I was working on and finish up before going to Gary's studio at six.As I took another sip, my hand resting on the glass counter, I felt a presence near me."An espresso, please."I turned to my right, the voice instantly putting a smile on my face. Felix was standing next to me at arms length, not too close yet not too far away."Hello Professor Reynolds." I said, using my spoon to swirl the remains of my coffee.He didn't look in my direction, the man behind the counter handing him his coffee. "Hello Mr. De Montmorency." He opened a packet of sugar and poured it in.We didn't exchange another word an
"Know where you belong, am not a whore like you," Finding it unbearable to control my anger, the words furiously escaped out of my mouth, sharp and biting like a dagger aimed straight at her heart. My voice trembled with rage, every syllable a strike fueled by all the humiliation I’d endured. The b
The moment I stormed into my room, all the anger boiling inside me like a raging fire, I went straight to the bed without a second thought. My limbs felt heavy with frustration, my chest tight with fury.Jackie really wanted to provoke the beast inside me. If it wasn’t for her Alpha stepping in to
The warm water ran down my body as I showered. I struggled with forgetting everything that happened during the day but it was damn impossible. For the case of the warriors that challenged me, I now wanted to rip their heads off so desperately and then the Alpha, I wanted to puke all the sperms I sw
I sat in the office for pretty good hours until I lost it. This was probably one of the punishments the Alpha planned to give me because what the hell was this.I came in this office in the morning but now it was past mid day. I was hungry and bored to hell.To alleviate the boredom and silence, I







