로그인God! Why did you say that, Mia! I mentally scolded myself, the words screaming in my head like a siren. Why the fuck did I have to blurt it out like that? Like I was trying to remind him of every reason he’d listed in the café about why we could never work—age, baggage, complications, the whole “signing your soul away” speech that still echoed in my nightmares. I could feel my cheeks burning, the heat crawling up my neck, and I wanted to sink into the couch cushions and disappear. Two months of careful friendship, of learning how to sit across from each other without the hotel room hanging over every silence, and here I was, dropping the age-gap bomb right in the middle of my own birthday like a goddamn grenade.But then, thank God, Thea was above the moon and didn’t notice the awkward silence at all. She kept talking, her voice bright and excited, words tumbling out like she couldn’t hold them in any longer. “Gage wanted to come too, but I told him this was a best-friend moment
It was late, the building was quiet, and no one ever knocked on my door unless it was the landlord complaining about the broken frame again or my noisy eavesdropping neighbor. Paul’s eyebrows lifted slightly, a silent question in his eyes. “I’ll get it,” I said, standing up and brushing crumbs off my jeans, trying to sound casual even though my voice came out a little too bright, a little too eager to hide the sudden spike of anxiety. I walked to the door, the broken frame rattling as I pulled it open, and there she was. Thea. Standing in the hallway with a big basket overflowing with my favorite stuff—snacks I loved but never bought for myself, a bottle of that cheap wine we used to split on bad nights, a fuzzy blanket that looked soft enough to drown in, and a little card tucked on top with her handwriting scrawled across it. She was grinning, wide and bright and so genuinely happy that it hit me right in the chest like a warm punch. “Happy birthday!” She sang out, thrusti
I untied the ribbon, the paper crinkling loudly in the quiet apartment as I peeled it back. Inside was a small chocolate cake with messy frosting and a single candle stuck crookedly in the middle. It looked like he’d grabbed it from the grocery store on the way over.“It’s a cake,” I muttered, staring at it like it might bite me.He tilted his head, that small, almost shy smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Do you not like chocolate?”I hated it. Absolutely fucking hated it. The rich, heavy sweetness always sat like a brick in my stomach and left me feeling sick for hours. But I wasn’t about to tell him that. Not when he’d gone out of his way to show up on my birthday with drinks and this lopsided little cake and that look in his eyes like he actually cared whether I liked it. So I forced a smile, the kind that felt a little too wide and a little too fake, and lied through my teeth.“No, it’s one of my favorites,” I answered, the words coming out smoother than I expected.
MIA°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:・I sat on the edge of my couch, staring at the half-empty fridge and the sad little cupcake I’d bought myself on a whim, and tried to convince myself that turning twenty-three didn’t have to mean shit. Birthdays had never been a big deal for me anyway—Amelia and I usually just split a cheap cake and complained about getting older while our parents forgot the date entirely. But this year felt different.Hollow. Like the universe had decided to pile on every mess I’d made and call it a gift. Thea was finally doing okay, Noah was nowhere to be found (for now), Amelia still hadn’t come back, and Paul… Paul and I had somehow clawed our way back to something that looked like friendship. Awkward as fuck at times, sure—there were still moments where our eyes would meet and the memory of that hotel room would hit us both like a truck—but we’d saved it. We’d saved us. Or at least the version of us that didn’t end in total destruction. Though I was happy about that. Really,
The door opened without a knock, and Mrs. Harlan bustled in with two younger members of the household staff, all three of them carrying trays of celebratory snacks and a bottle of champagne. “Happy Engagement! We—” She stopped mid-sentence, her eyes landing on the mess on the bed, and on Gage’s shirt. The staff behind her froze too, their faces cycling through shock, confusion, and a hint of second-hand embarrassment. I didn’t care. Not one bit. The ring on my finger sparkled under the bedroom light, and I lifted my hand high, wiggling my fingers so the diamond caught every bit of sunlight streaming through the windows. “Look!” I giggled, my voice bright and a little shaky with leftover tears and laughter. “He proposed. We’re getting married.” Gage’s arm tightened around me instantly, his free hand discreetly adjusting the sheet to keep it high across my chest and lap. I was still completely naked underneath, fresh from the shower we’d shared after the study, and he made sur
The absurdity of it hit me all at once, and I laughed again, the sound shaky but genuine, tears spilling over as the emotion swelled in my chest. “I’ll spit it out!” I blurted, panic and laughter tangling together as I set the tray aside. My hand flew to my mouth before I could think twice, fingers dipping past my lips in a desperate attempt to fish the ring back up my throat. I gagged a little, eyes watering, but I kept trying, determined not to let the moment slip away literally inside me.“Thea, stop — don’t do that,” Gage said quickly, his hand catching my wrist, eyes wide with alarm. “Baby, please, it’s okay, we can…”It was too late. My stomach rebelled and I lurched forward, the contents of the soup and bread coming up in a sudden, violent rush. It splattered across his shirt and lap, warm and messy, the smell of broth and bile filling the air between us. I coughed, tears streaming down my face, my hand still half in my mouth as the ring landed in the mess on his chest.“…”
I leaned forward slowly, breath ghosting over the head of his cock and started with my tongue, licking from base to tip in one long stroke. The taste of him hit me immediately: salt and skin and the faint musk that was uniquely him. He was already leaking at the tip, a bead of pre-cum that I caugh
The words sent a fresh shiver through me—praise wrapped in possession. He stood, robe falling fully open as he moved to the nightstand. I watched, heart pounding, as he opened a drawer and pulled out a few items, things I’d only glimpsed before. A length of soft black rope. A silk blindfold. A sma
THEA‧₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🎧⊹♡I woke to the soft brush of lips on my forehead.It was gentle, almost reverent, a clear contrast to the way those same lips had been demanding and filthy hours earlier. My eyes fluttered open, heavy with the kind of deep, sated sleep I hadn’t had in weeks. The room was still d
After the third orgasm ripped through me, I felt wrecked.Not just physically even though my body was trembling, thighs quivering, pussy throbbing and swollen from the relentless way he’d used me, but emotionally. The pleasure had been so intense it bordered on pain, and now that the high was fadi







