LOGINLena’s face flushed red with embarassment, her heart hammering against her ribs as the full weight of the danger she’d just walked into crashed over her. “Sorry… but I can’t.” Her voice trembled. “What do you mean you can’t? You’re a grown woman. Get on your knees, chubby bitch.” George’s voice snapped like a whip. “George!” the woman beside him protested. He whirled on her. “Bitch, what?” In the next heartbeat, Tarzan was there—looming over him. Before George could react, Tarzan’s hand fisted in his hair, yanking tight and painful. With terrifying strength, he slammed him downward. George’s knees cracked against the marble floor, the sound reverberating through the stunned room. Everyone froze. "Damn." Tim muttered. George’s face twisted in rage, fists clenching at his sides. “You think you can humili—” A lightning-fast punch snapped his head back, dropping him flat, a strong of blood drip from his nose. Before he could recover from that hit, Tarzan’s leather shoe
AUTHOR'S POV Tarzan lounged alone on the wide leather couch, a thick Cuban cigar clamped between his teeth. The rich, earthy smoke curled lazily around him as he watched the debauched scene unfolding in front of him. The usual Orgy routine.Moans and the rhythmic slap of flesh filled the air. Three of his colleagues were lost in raw, animalistic pleasure—each man driving hard into a different woman, their bodies glistening with sweat under the dim, golden lighting. "Dude, are you just gonna sit there nursing booze and that cigar?" Kirk grunted between thrusts, his voice strained with exertion. "Why the hell aren’t you fucking any of the bitches I pulled for you?"The three chubby ladies that he referred too sat there,still in their dresses looking out of place. Tarzan didn’t respond. He simply took another slow drag, the ember glowing bright red, his dark eyes half-lidded and unreadable.The chaos around him might as well have been happening on a distant screen. "I don’t know
I sat there, stunned by his unexpected job offer and disappointed that I still hadn't managed to say everything weighing on my heart.I returned home, replaying our brief interaction over and over again.The rest of the day, my mind kept circling back to his offer and the risks that came with it.Being his manager meant seeing that side of him every day—the side that shattered my heart.I can't do it... I'm not sure I can handle any of it.I spent the entire afternoon arguing with myself, convincing myself not to take the job.Yet another part of me urged me to accept it.I'd already seen enough.Maybe if I accept this job and get close to him... I can finally tell him everything.But... what if that wasn't the whole story?That evening, I found myself scrolling through countless blogs about Sliver Adams, searching for anything.My phone suddenly rang.It was Nora."Hello, Nora.""Lena! How did it go? I'm so sorry I couldn't be there for you."I smiled."Your apology is useless becaus
I made my voice as low as possible. "First, I want to say I’m sorry for stalking you yesterday. I know it was wrong, but I need to get this off my chest. The last time we were together… I said a lot of things to you— " “You said a lot of things to Tarzan,” he cut me off. “Not me.” I looked up at him, confused. “But you are—” I stopped mid-sentence, the meaning of his words sinking in. *Same thing his manager said. He is the Tarzan that I fell in love with anymore* He kept staring at me, his gaze so intense it felt like nothing else existed in the room. He didn’t look away once. I dropped my eyes to the table, unable to hold his stare any longer. “I really wish you could hear me out,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “I know you’re hurting, and it hasn’t been easy on my side either. After what happened yesterday, I kept having nightmares… I cried myself to sleep. My heart’s been so heavy because there are so many things I need to say, but I don’t even know where
LENA'S POVNora was out of town, and Antoine had an emergency call from home. Neither of them was available—something that almost never happened. Those two rarely gave excuses and were always ready to go out at a moment’s notice. It was as if the universe itself was warning me not to go. *Yet here I was*I took a deep breath and dialed the number. It rang for what felt like forever before someone finally picked up.“Hello? I’m at the address. In front of Cruz Café, right? Are you inside?”Silence.“Hello…? Hello?”“Turn around.”The low voice sent a chill down my spine. I turned slowly and saw a tall man standing a few feet away, wearing a black cap and a nose mask. My heart slammed against my ribs.His height, his posture, the way he carried himself—it all reminded me of…He pulled the mask down.“What’s with the reaction?” he asked, a hint of mockery in his voice. “Expecting another creep?”*Tarzan.*I couldn’t blink. Couldn’t speak. I simply stood there, staring at him like I’
She had prepared an entire speech all night—everything she wanted to say to him. But the moment she saw him like that, every word had died in her throat. She covered her mouth, trying to muffle the sobs, but they still escaped. The driver kept glancing at her in the rearview mirror, concern and discomfort etched on his face. She didn’t care. When she finally reached home, she paid him with trembling fingers and stumbled into her apartment. The second her bedroom door closed, she collapsed onto the bed, burying her face in the pillow. But sleep wouldn’t come. The images kept haunting her—vivid, relentless, like a nightmare she couldn’t wake up from. She couldn’t keep this trapped inside her chest anymore. *I have to go back and try again. I have to tell him everything I wanted to say.* That would be the end of it. She wasn’t expecting them to get back together anyway. Lena tried to push herself up, but her body refused to obey. Every limb felt heavy, drained, as if the em
MITCH'S POV I was staring at the TV replaying highlights of the match we’d lost 3-1 with bottles on the table in front of me. I cracked open another one, trying to flush down the frustration inside my chest. My childhood friend Jake walked in from the kitchen, towel over his shoulder, and rai
I forced myself up and walked back into the bedroom Mitch and I had shared for three years of our marriage. I hadn’t slept in that bed for over two years now. Not since I left it. Every morning, he used to wake me up to complain about my snoring. I apologized. Then… I started staying awake
I met Mitch fifteen years ago at a coffee shop. I was sixteen, working as a store assistant and trying to look like I had my life together. I still remember what I wore that day. A faded white sundress scattered with tiny yellow flowers. Sandals laced around my ankles. Mitch was standing in
You will never truly understand heartbreak until it comes from the same man who once adored you—who protected you, who loved you without hesitation. “What’s the number?” My husband’s voice came from the doorway. I flinched and looked up. That’s how sad my life had become—the usual routine of ste







