登入🔥 What happens when the walls of pride and desire begin to crumble inside a motel room meant only for the night? Will Fernando's heart survive the pull of a man and his child—or will the ghosts of who he is refuse to let him truly be happy? 👉 Stay tuned for the next chapter.
Fernando's POVI watched Henry disappear upstairs, and something about the way he carried himself unsettled me.He hadn't looked angry, not exactly. He had looked... burdened, like someone carrying a weight far too heavy for his shoulders.I glanced toward the kitchen.Michael was still standing there with Ashley, worry written all over his face. I knew that expression better than anyone. He wanted to follow Henry, but he also knew pushing him would only make things worse.Which left me.Maybe I wasn't the best person for the job, actually, I was probably the worst. Still, he was my son.Whether he accepted me or not, I couldn't ignore the look on his face.I climbed the stairs slowly, each step echoed through the quiet house. When I reached Henry's door, I knocked gently but silence answered me.I waited a few seconds before knocking again."Henry? It's me" I called.Still nothing.I rested one hand against the door."I just want to talk" I said.His voice finally came from the other
Michael’s POVI woke up slowly.For several seconds, I simply stared at the ceiling above me, feeling unusually comfortable then the memories of last night came rushing back. Every single one of them.My face immediately turned red."Oh God."I dragged a pillow over my face. This was exactly why I hadn't wanted any of this to happen because now I couldn't stop thinking about it, or him, or how much I had missed being close to Fernando.The realization alone was enough to make me groan.After everything we'd been through, after all the years, It was ridiculous that he still had this effect on me.A reluctant smile appeared on my face.Despite all my frustration, there was one thing I couldn't deny. I had missed him.The memory made my smile grow wider before I quickly forced it away.I sighed and got out of bed. I made my way downstairs and headed into the kitchen. The familiar routine immediately helped calm my thoughts.I tied an apron around my waist and started pulling ingredients
Fernando’s POVFor several moments after everything had settled down, neither Michael nor I spoke.The intensity from earlier still lingered between us, not just the fact Michael had thought someone was watching us, but the fact we'd had sex.Not in the way it had before, but in the awkward silence that followed when two people realized they had crossed a line they had been dancing around for far too long.I adjusted the collar of my shirt and glanced across the room.Michael was standing near the dresser, fixing his hair in the mirror, his expression was unreadable and that bothered me because usually I could tell exactly what he was thinking.Today, however, he seemed determined to keep his thoughts locked away."You keep staring at me."His voice broke the silence.I smiled."You noticed.""I noticed because it's creepy" he replied. I raised my hands innocently."I'm not planning anything" I said."That's a lie.""Okay, maybe a little" I joked.Michael groaned and the sound made m
Theo'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
Michael’s POV The black car came to a stop near Santiago’s private jet, its turbines humming softly in the morning fog that still lingered over the tarmac. With a deep breath, I stepped out of the vehicle, the weight of everything that had happened in the last few hours heavy on my shoulders.
Michael’s POV The events of mere moments ago came rushing back, particularly the kiss. Fernando’s kiss. My stomach twisted and clenched. My lips still tingled where his had pressed too tightly, too desperately.I slid out of bed with a groan, walked across the cool marble floor of my guest room
Fernando's POVMy fingers still tingled.I stared at my hand as I stepped out of the room I had just left Michael in—my palm still carrying the memory of his skin, of the way I had squeezed his throat. My heart pounded in my chest, and not from exertion. From something darker, something wilder. T
Michael’s POV The sunlight spilled into the room like a golden glow, soft and warm on my face. My eyes blinked open slowly. The cotton sheets clung to my skin, warm from a long, dreamless sleep. I stretched lazily, my limbs stiff and heavy, and turned my face toward the window.The sun had full







