Chapter 5

“Ah—fuck!” Dominic’s soft groan ripped through the quiet office, voice low so that other staff wouldn't hear them, as Jeff sucked his dick intentionally and  mercilessly. Every vein in his dick could feel the warmth of his lips as they mapped out.

Dominic’s assistant was on his knees, his left hand gripping Dominic’s thigh and the other hand gripped his dick like anchors, lips sliding in slowly, taking it in little by little before swallowing him whole. Dominic’s head fell  back against the wall of files, eyes squeezed shut, his mouth fallen open. Each drag from Jeff’s lips was skilled, intentional—drawing out every sound Dominic swore he’d never make for anyone but Matteo.

He was so far gone in the pleasure that he almost forgot Matteo was on his way.

Almost.

The reminder came like a knife when a soft, familiar voice echoed at the doorway.

“Dom… my love? Where are you?”

Dominic’s heart slammed into his ribs, his stomach dropped violently. Matteo’s tone wasn’t suspicious—it was tender, loving—but the timing was disastrous.

The same moment he heard Matteo’s voice, Dominic’s body betrayed him. He reached his climax at that moment, hot streams of sperm spilling across Jeff’s face. Jeff pulled back with a satisfied hum, licking his lips shamelessly, as he gave him a warm smile and a wink with Dominic’s sperm covering his face.

Dominic’s panic turned into survival immediately. “Hide!” he hissed, already fixing himself and tucking back into his pants.

Jeff stood quickly, and hid behind the other end of the tall shelf stacked with closed and ongoing case files. Dominic fumbled with his belt buckle, his hands trembling as he buckled his belt. His heart kept thundering in his ears, louder than Matteo’s footsteps entering his office.

By the time Dominic stepped out, he had forced his expression to become a calm composure, one hand on a thick binder. “Here,” he said, too casually, “just looking for a file.”

Matteo’s eyes fixed on him. He didn’t smile, didn’t speak at first—just observed Dominic with quiet intensity. The silence was worse than shouting.

Finally, Matteo tilted his head slightly, voice soft but heavy. “Dominic… I see it in your eyes.”

Dominic froze. His throat tightened. What does he mean? Did he hear us? Guilt? Did he see Jeff? The moment of silence stretched like a blade between them.

Clearing his throat. “What do you see, my love?” Dominic asked carefully, voice smooth though his insides screamed with panic.

Matteo’s lips curved faintly. “I see how much you want my dick inside you.”

Dominic let out a deep breath. Relief and guilt tangled inside him. He managed to fake a smile, but Matteo didn’t wait. He drew him close to him and pressed his mouth to Dominic’s, kissing him hungrily.

Dominic kissed back once, the taste of danger still thick on his tongue. But he pulled away quickly, gripping Matteo’s shoulders. “Stop. Not here. We need to go. There’s something important you need to know —something that could ruin us if we don’t handle it. We need to talk. Let’s go to our usual spot.”

Matteo frowned, his hands still wrapped around Dominic’s waist. “Ruin us? Dom, I’ve been waiting,I’ve missed you babe. And now you’re telling me to stop?” His voice trembled with hurt, anger wrapping it up. “Why do you always put everything else first? Don’t I matter more than this business, more than your files, more than your fears?”

“You matter most,” Dominic whispered fiercely, placing his hands across his cheek. “That’s why we need to be careful. Please, Matteo listen to me—”

“No.” Matteo stepped back, his jaw clenched, his eyes fixed on Dominic’s . “That can wait. I’m here now. And if you can’t see that, if you can’t choose to be with me at this moment… maybe you don’t love me the way I thought you did.”

“Don’t say that,” Dominic snapped, voice breaking.

But Matteo’s expression had already shuttered, his heart beating with so much anger. “You know, sometimes I doubt if you really love me at all.”

The words landed like a slap to Dominic’s chest. He reached out, but Matteo shook his head and turned, storming toward the door.

“Matteo—”

The door slammed.

For a long moment, Dominic stood frozen, the silence that feel the air was tough for him. His heart burned with unspoken words. His fists clenched tight at his sides.

Then movement came from behind the shelf. Jeff came out slowly, his shirt wrinkled, his lips swollen, his cheek still streaked faintly. He smirked as he came out.

“That,” Jeff murmured, his voice smooth and mocking, “was so enjoyable.” He licked his lips deliberately, his eyes fixed on Dominic. “I can’t wait to get more of this delicious sperm on my face again. Take care, boss.”

He winked, walking out without waiting for a response.

Dominic’s stomach turned, he breath racing. He didn’t say anything, he couldn’t speak. Every nerve in his body screamed only one name. Matteo.

He rushed out of his office, footsteps echoing down the hall, heart pounding as he burst outside. The afternoon sun was hot, the air was sharp against his skin as he spotted Matteo’s car in the lot.

“Matteo!” Dominic shouted, his voice sharp. “Wait—please!”

But Matteo’s face, behind the wheel, was set hard, his jaw clenched.

The car engine roared to life. The taillights blinked red.

Dominic ran, hands outstretched. “Matteo, wait, don’t go—”

The car moved backward suddenly, tires screeching.

The sound came with an alarming crack. Metal clasped with the flesh. Dominic’s body was jammed against the pavement, air ripped from his lungs in a brutal gasp.

“DOM!” Matteo let out a scream in the thin air. Unlocking his car immediately, rushing out and running to Dominic where he fell.

Dominic’s vision blurred, the world going round and round. Pain ached  through his body, sharp and merciless, before everything went dark.