Mag-log inA BREWING SCANDALPHOEBEChloe was sitting on my couch with her feet tucked under her. She had a glass of wine in one hand and my phone in the other. She kept scrolling through the photos the guy sent me, zooming in on different parts, tilting her head like she was studying art.I watched her from the other end of the couch. My legs were stretched out. My hands were folded over my stomach. I wasn't drinking. I needed to stay clear."This third one, This is the one." Chloe spoke grinning from ear to ear."I know.""The way his hand is on your waist. And your hand is on his chest. And your faces are like…" She held her fingers an inch apart. "This close.""I was there." She looked up at me. Some sort of fucked up thriught running in her head."You look like you're about to kiss him.""That's the point."I thought about that moment in the parking garage. The way Cyrus looked at me. The guilt in his eyes. The way his hand felt on my waist. Warm. Familiar. Like he had never left.For a sec
UNEXPECTED CIRCUMSTANCES CYRUSI stood in the kitchen for a long time after reading Phoebe's message.The water glass sat on the counter, half empty. My phone was face down next to it. I couldn't look at the screen again. I couldn't look away from it either.Dominic called out from the bedroom again. "Cyrus? You okay?" forced myself to breathe. Forced my voice to work. "Yeah. Just thirsty. Go back to sleep." HE murmured something I didn't catch. The bed creaked. Then silence.I did the math in my head. Over four months, five six ish? That meant it happened right before the divorce was finalized. It was not a mistake. A it was a goodbye. She had somehow cohereces me into having sex with her, it was when I had just began falling for her brother We both knew it meant nothing. Or maybe it meant everything and we were too stupid to see it.I didn't know anymore. I picked up my phone and read the message again. Every word felt heavier the second time.“I'm not telling you because I want a
I WILL WAITCYRUSI woke up on Festus's couch.I didn't remember how I got there. The last thing I remembered was shouting at him in the street outside the bar. My throat hurt. My head pounded. Someone had thrown a blanket over me, and my shoes were off, lined up neat by the armrest like I was a child who needed looking after.I sat up slowly. The room spun once, then settled. Morning light cut through the blinds in thin, angry stripes. I felt every hour of the week I hadn't slept pressed into my bones.Festus was in the kitchen. I could hear him moving around, opening cabinets, closing them too hard. He wasn't trying to be quiet. He wanted me to know he was there. He wanted me to know he was angry.I didn't have the energy to care."You're awake," he said when I walked in. He didn't look at me. He was making coffee, his movements sharp and controlled. "There's aspirin on the counter."I took it. Swallowed two pills dry. The bitterness coated my tongue and I didn't even flinch."Thank
TAKING HIM BACKCYRUSThe doorbell rang.I didn't move at first. It was after ten. No one visited me after ten. Festus had a key. Timone would have texted.The bell rang again. Longer this time. Insistent.I pushed myself off the couch. My legs felt stiff. I walked to the door, looked through the peephole, and my heart stopped.Dominic stood on the other side.He looked different. Thinner. His hair was longer, messy, like he hadn't bothered to cut it. His eyes had dark circles under them. He wore a jacket that hung loose on his frame, and his hands were shoved into his pockets.He looked like he hadn't slept in weeks.I unlocked the door. My fingers fumbled with the deadbolt. When I finally pulled it open, we just stood there. Looking at each other.Neither of us spoke.The hallway was quiet. The only sound was the hum of the fluorescent light above his head. Dominic's chest rose and fell like he had run here. Like he was afraid I would close the door before he could say anything.I d
SEX AND TEARSCYRUSI woke up before dawn.The apartment was dark. Quiet. For a second, I forgot Dominic was here. Then I heard it — a soft creak from the living room. The rustle of the blanket.He stayed.I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to figure out what I felt. Angry? Yes. Hurt? Definitely. But something else too. Something hot and restless in my stomach. Something that had been building since I opened the door and saw him standing there.I threw the covers off and walked to the living room.Dominic was on the couch, half sitting, half lying. The blanket had slipped to his waist. His shirt was rumpled. His hair was a mess. He looked up when he heard me, and his eyes went wide."Cyrus," he said. His voice was rough from sleep. "What time is it?""Early." I stood over him. He didn't move. Just watched me with those dark eyes, waiting."I'm still angry," I said."I know.""I've been angry for weeks. I've been sleeping in that bed alone, thinking about you. Thinking about
ONE MORE CHANCECYRUSI woke up to Dominic's mouth on my neck.I didn't remember him coming to my bed. The last thing I remembered was handing him a blanket and closing my bedroom door. But somewhere in the night, that changed. He was here now. His body pressed against mine. His lips dragging slow and soft along my collarbone.I gasped.My hands found his shoulders. His skin was warm. He wasn't wearing a shirt. When did he take off his shirt?"You're awake," he murmured against my throat."Domic.""I know. I shouldn't be here. I couldn't stay on the couch. Every time I closed my eyes, I just wanted to be closer to you."I should have pushed him away. I should have said this was too fast. Too soon. But his hand was sliding under my shirt, and his palm was flat against my stomach, and every argument I had died on my tongue."How long was I asleep?" I asked."A few hours. It's still dark."His thumb traced my hip bone. I shivered."We shouldn't," I said. But my voice was weak. My body wa
A PROPER DATE.CYRU'S POV.I didn’t even feel my legs carrying me. Just one minute I was on the running, adrenaline still clinging to my skin, that fucking voice still crawling down my spine, and the next I was half-running down the room heart hammering against my ribs like it wanted out.I needed
SECRETS OF THE NIGHT.CYRUS POVI slammed the door hard enough that the whole frame shook and something clattered off the wall behind me. My breath was stuck somewhere between a ragged sob and a fucking scream, jaw clenched tight enough I thought my molars would crack. My fist was still balled up f
A LOOKALIKE LOVERCYRU’S POV I should’ve gone home. Should’ve gone straight to the kitchen, stuffed my face with leftovers, taken a long shower, and ignored every fucking impulse crawling under my skin like it was trying to eat its way out. But instead, here I was—sweaty from the jog, chest still
A HOT SEXY EMPLOYEE.CYRUS’POVSleep hits differently when you cum hard enough to forget your own name. Still, I didn’t look at my sheets when I got up. Just peeled out of them like they were crime scene evidence and tossed them in the corner. My body was sore in places I didn’t want to admit. I di







