LOGINTheo's POVI couldn't breathe. For several long seconds, I simply sat there staring at the laptop screen completely frozen.The room felt too small, too hot, too suffocating. Every muscle in my body had gone rigid.The footage had ended minutes ago after I had closed off the application but I still couldn't move, couldn't think, couldn't process what I had just seen.Michael had let Fernando fuck him.My hands trembled, not from fear but from pure, overwhelming rage.The laptop sat open on the small desk in front of me, mocking me.Roberto entered the room, possibly to tell me something important but he stopped in his tracks when he saw the look on my face."Theo, what's wrong?" He asked but I couldn't answer. I wished I had never looked, I wished I had never placed those cameras, I wished I didn't know, but I did know and now there was no going back.A harsh laugh escaped my mouth and Roberto immediately looked up from where he had been standing."Theo, I'm confused. What happened?"
Michael's POVThe warmth from Fernando's tongue felt surprisingly better than it had been rhe last time we had sex. I placed my free hand on his head, urging him to plunge deeper inside me until I was nothing but his wet toy.He stood up suddenly then brought down his trousers, revealing his monstrous cock which I had long forgotten. My eyes widened in shock then I swallowed saliva."It looks bigger" I said.Fernando started stroking his cock, a smirk placed firmly on his face."It's the same size you've taken before" he replied. He leaned closer then brought his hand to my mouth, his eyes fixed on mine hungrily. "Spit on it."I nodded my head obediently then gave out a generous sum of saliva from my mouth, which Fernando immediately put on his cock then continued stroking. As I stared at the rhythmic movement of his hand dancing all over his cock, I knew I wanted it so badly inside me.Fernando understood then gently placed his cock on the base of my hole, his eyes asking if i w
Theo's POVI was really exhausted.Everything felt like it was falling apart around me, and every time I thought I had gotten control of a situation, something else immediately appeared to make things worse.Tonight was a perfect example. One minute I had been threatening Fernando's ridiculous boyfriend.The next minute Henry and Kim had witnessed enough suspicious behavior to potentially create an entirely new disaster and now I was walking toward Kim's room, trying to figure out how I was supposed to explain everything."This is becoming a nightmare," I muttered.Roberto walked beside me."You've had worse.""That's painfully the truth" I agreed. Roberto chuckled despite the tension but I didn't. My injuries still hurt, sy head hurt and most importantly, Michael was still angry with me.That alone was enough to ruin my mood.When we reached Kim's room, I immediately heard voices coming from inside. One was Kim, the other was Henry.More specifically, Henry sounded very agitated.Ro
Fernando’s POVThe moment the towel slipped to the floor, the room seemed to grow impossibly quiet and for a second, neither of us moved or even dared to speak. I could hear Michael's uneven breathing, could see the conflict written all over his face. The same conflict I had been watching for days, maybe even years.He wanted to pull away, but he wanted to stay and that battle was tearing him apart."Fernando..." he whispered, her throat vibrating beneath the touch of my lips on them. My name left his lips like a warning, or maybe a plea. Even he didn't seem sure.I stepped closer and gently touched his face. The bravado I usually carried vanished for a moment because beneath all the arguments, the jealousy, and the stubbornness, there was only one truth.I had missed him terribly, my now throbbing cock was a testament of how much I had spent visualising how this moment would play out.My thumb brushed his cheek and Michael closed his eyes briefly. That simple reaction sent warmth t
Michael’s POVI was beginning to think I had completely lost my mind.For what felt like the hundredth time in the last twenty minutes, I paced across my bedroom floor, stopped near the window, turned around, and started pacing again.My thoughts were a complete disaster, filled with thoughts of Fernando, and the deal tonight. I dragged a hand through my damp hair and groaned."What am I doing?"The empty room offered no answer.Usually, my bedroom was the one place where I could think clearly. Today, it felt like a prison because no matter how hard I tried, my thoughts kept returning to the same thing.The stupid agreement, ridiculously manipulative agreement.I stopped pacing and stared at my reflection in the mirror."He's crazy" I said.My reflection stared back, tired and frustrated.I folded my arms then immediately unfolded them again but nothing felt comfortable.I wanted Fernando gone. At least, that's what I kept telling myself. His presence had brought danger, chaos, argum
Theo's POVCarlos was still on the floor, clutching his injured arm while Roberto's men worked on stopping the bleeding.Everything about him irritated me but what irritated me most was the reason he was here.Fernando.Everything always came back to Fernando.Carlos sat against the wall looking pale, frightened, and considerably less arrogant than he had been a few minutes ago when he thought he was safe.Now there was a gun pointed at his head.And for the first time since I had met him, Carlos looked genuinely terrified."Theo..." Roberto said carefully.I didn't take my eyes off Carlos who swallowed visibly. His voice trembled slightly."You're not actually going to shoot me" he said.I smiled but it wasn't a pleasant one. It only made him look more afraid."Oh, I absolutely am considering it" I said.His face immediately lost what little color remained."That's insane."I laughed."Coming from Fernando's obsessive boyfriend?" I shot at him.Carlos looked offended, even now, with
Fernando’s POV The sound of automatic fire became a storm around us. Emilio cursed under his breath, gripping the steering wheel so tight his knuckles went pale. Marlo already had his gun out, his body shielding mine as if he would absorb every bullet if it came to it. I stayed bent low in the
Michael’s POV I could still feel Ashley trembling against me. The both of us were pressed into the hardwood floor of her apartment, the coldness of it biting through my clothes, the smell of anger and fear clinging to the air. My arms wrapped tightly around her, not only to comfort her, but to re
Michael’s POV I didn’t think I could ever get used to this kind of extravagance. The moment we approached the front desk, my palms started sweating, and not because I was nervous about fashion. It was because I already had a sinking feeling about what the bill was going to look like. Ashley w
Fernando’s POV The call had ended with a bang. Not a click, not static, not even the tired drone of a battery running out. No—what I heard was the kind of bang that echoed down to your bones, the kind that ripped the air apart and filled it with the smell of iron and dread. Michael. My mind scr







