MasukTATE“Is there a problem?” His calm voice made me flinch. I glanced up. “Huh?” “Is there a problem?” He repeated, eyes piercing deep into mine. I shifted on the couch, suddenly uncomfortable from the way he was looking at me. God, is it just me, or did this place suddenly get hotter?I averted my eyes.“Um…” I began, licking my lips. “You're… um… you're… you're gay?” He stared at me for a moment. “Pretty much.”God! Ew! What a disgrace!A big man like this likes taking it up his ass? Or he likes man ass? Why would he like man ass when there's pussy hanging around everywhere? Yuck! “You have a problem with that?”“What? No, no. No!” I said sharply, “I didn't say that. Um… it's just…” I trailed off and swallowed, tugging my shirt.“It's just what?”I flicked my eyes back to the paper, reading the words again, then back to him. “It said that I am to transfer full… ownership of my body… to you.” “Yes.” I made a face of disgust, couldn't help it. “W-why? Do you… like me or somethin
TATEThis fucking bastard.If he had already decided he would not accept my apology, then why the actual fuck did he send his assistant to come pick me up from his family's home? To flaunt his expensive penthouse? To show me just how insignificant I was compared to him? Or to gloat? Which is it? I can’t tell.“Didn't you hear me?” He asked, voice low and firm, his face now pulled in a cold, unsettling expression. “I said, get out.”“Please, Mr Julian…” I began.He rose to his feet. “You know the way out.”Then he turned to leave.If he leaves, I'm probably never going to get another chance. Our family will be rendered homeless. And I doubt he's even going to stop there. Knowing how petty and heartless he is, he might influence something else, which would make our lives even more miserable than just being homeless.“Wait! Wait, please, wait!” I sprang to my feet quickly and rushed past him, blocking his pathway. “Please, I'm sorry. Please accept my apology.”He stared down at me, his
TATEPatrick came in behind me and shut the door. Then he crossed me, leading the way. I couldn't help but sweep my eyes across the massive space.The first thing that hit me was the sheer size of it. Damn, the place was so preposterously enormous and impossibly elegant, with smooth marble floors stretching beneath my feet and warm golden lighting built into the ceiling.We got to the living room, which was sunken slightly lower than the rest of the penthouse, and Patrick offered me a seat. I sat down on the silky, comfy couch, not help but feeling out of place. “Mr Julian will be with you shortly.” He said in the same polite tone, like a damn robot, spun around and disappeared into one of the rooms.While I waited, I couldn't help but glance around the living room. A massive cream-colored sectional curved around a black stone fireplace mounted into the wall, while a huge flatscreen television hung above it. Everything looked ridiculously expensive without trying too hard. Even the
TATEThe driver pulled the car to an abrupt halt in front of the magnificent building, popularly known as the Belmont House. I've seen pictures of it on the Internet a few times, but this was my first time seeing it up close.Wow, exquisite, can't even begin to describe its beauty. Belmont House stood strong behind the iron gates like something pulled from an old-money magazine spread. Gosh, it was massive, elegant and made other beautiful houses in this boulevard look ugly without even trying.Warm golden lights glowed through towering windows, spilling across the stone driveway in soft pools of light. The house itself was built from pale limestone, its walls wrapped with climbing ivy that curled around the tall columns near the entrance.A fountain stood at the center of the circular driveway, water cascading quietly beneath the evening sky while luxury cars sat parked like pieces of art. Everything about the place screamed wealth and opulence without trying to.God.This wasn’t a h
TATETen days ago, everything started falling apart.It began with my parents losing their jobs on the same fricking day.My dad suddenly got fired from the company he had been working at for over two decades. And my mom’s event planning business got crushed the same day. Her landlord suddenly terminated her lease. And every other commercial building she tried to rent suddenly had “complications” or mysteriously raised their rates beyond what she could afford. And she started losing her old clients.Then my influencer account got hacked and fully deactivated. All four hundred thousand followers were gone. In an instant. No explanation. No nothing. Not even a way to appeal. And just like that, I fell from grace. From the legendary Tate Parker to a fucking ghost overnight.A few days later, my gym membership was cancelled without warning, and when I tried other gyms nearby, even the cheaper, tasteless ones I normally wouldn't even spare a second glance at, but they all said they were
TATE Braden was leaning against my car, arms folded across his chest, face pulled in a thoughtful, worried demeanor, head held low.He stood upright and unfolded his arms, letting them drop to his sides when he saw me coming “Tate.” He called, regarding me intently. “What happened?”“Exactly what should.” I said, feeling slightly fulfilled, though aware of the lingering fury flickering in my chest. “I let that old bastard know that I'm not to be messed with.”“So, you really did that?” He asked in disbelief, lips parted slightly.“Yeah, the fuck I did.” I said harshly, rounded the car and opened the driver's door. “That's exactly why I came here, wasn't it? Come on, let's head back.”I slid under the steering wheel, and Braden climbed onto the passenger seat. I turned on the ignition and set the car in motion.“How did he take it?” Braden asked.“Don't know. Don't care.”“Do you think that this was the right thing for you to do?” “Seriously, dude. Cut it out!” I exploded at him, fr
TATE So, that man is a high-profile man. Now, come to think of it, his suit didn't look like any ordinary suit. The watch on his hand was golden and shiny. And the scent he gave off didn't smell ordinary, either.Fuck, how on earth did I miss that? Maybe it's because the fury of my expensive shir
TATE “What the hell's the matter with you?” Braden demanded, and judging from his demeanor and tone, it was really obvious that he wasn't pleased.“Nothing’s the matter with me,” I answered in a nonchalant tone.“You just overreacted and embarrassed us in front of everyone…”“Overreacted? Easy for
JULIAN Belcroquant has been underperforming compared to our restaurants in other locations these past few months. My initial plan was to shut it down with immediate effect, instead of spending resources for nothing.But my assistant, Patrick, told me it had the potential and somehow managed to con
TATE With ease, I swerved the car off the road and rolled it to a halt in front of the glowing, lush building that stood before us. Braden was sitting beside me on the passenger seat, eyes slightly wide with surprise, lips parted a bit. I couldn't help but smile at the way his face was contorted.







