MasukI galnced at my phone and recognized the number immediately.Diana.My thumb hovered over the screen for a moment. I wasn't ready to talk—not to anyone—but if I ignored her, she'd only keep calling until I answered. I took a shaky breath, trying to steady my voice, and swiped to answer."Hello?""Lena." Diana's voice came through, with a hint of concern in her voice."Hey!" I said, forcing brightness into my tone that felt like shoving a square peg into a round hole.Silence stretched on the other end. "Are you alright?" she asked, her voice dipping with concern."Yes... I'm fine. I'm doing great. How are you?"She sighed like she saw right through me."Lena... you are not fine. I watched the interview on the talk show. He seemed triggered, and once he gets triggered, he goes for drugs. You know that. He's an addict, and I know another step will be sex. So don't tell me you're okay. You are clearly not okay."The dam broke and a sob tore out of me."I don't know anymore, Diana,"
The Tarzan I know, never complained about it because I was his first. Now, knowing that countless other women must have done the same for him, shame burned hot in my chest.Maybe I really suck at this...but I won't let him treat me like just an object.I pulled off him, coughing, strings of saliva still connecting my lips to his glistening cock as I gasped for air.“I’m done,” I whispered, my voice breaking.He stared at me in disbelief, his erection still throbbing angrily in front of my face.“Done? What the hell do you mean, done?” Rage edged his tone. “You asked for this. You said you’d take care of me instead of her. I need to finish to get myself back on track. Don’t you dare pull this shit now.”Anger surged through the hurt. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and rose shakily to my feet.“Then quit treating me like a whore! I am not like the rest of those women you’ve been with!” I snapped. “I know plenty must’ve done this for you, so you can talk down to me about not b
"Enough! Didn't I tell you I don't want to hear any of that!" he bellowed, cutting me off instantly. I flinched violently at the volume. His large hands suddenly slammed against the wall on either side of my head, caging me in completely. The heat radiating from his body was overwhelming, his scent flooding my senses. "Listen carefully," he growled, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper that sent shivers racing down my spine. "I just drove away the bitch who was supposed to take care of me tonight. You said you would do it. You said I should use you instead of her." My breath hitched in my throat, trapped. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. "Get on your knees," he ordered. My hands trembled at my sides. I knew the drugs were fueling this storm inside him. I shouldn't agree to this. But I couldn’t bring myself to refuse. The thought of him with anyone else,was far worse than this. I would rather be here, on my knees for him, than let th
His grip loosened and the crushing pressure on my throat vanished as abruptly as it had come. I gasped, stumbling backward on unsteady legs. My hand flew to my neck, fingers pressing into the tender skin as I sucked in desperate gulps of air. My pulse hammered wildly beneath my palm. Tarzan’s eyes remained wild, his broad chest heaving with barely contained fury. Before I could steady myself, his hand shot out again—not toward my throat this time, but to my wrist. His grip was iron, unyielding, as he yanked me forward with brutal strength. I stumbled after him, the oversized shoe scraping loudly against the gravel driveway before we burst through the mansion’s front door. As he dragged me into the room, my heart slammed against my ribs. The curvaceous woman was already there—completely naked, lounging on the sofa with her ass up. A toy was stuck in her ass while she was applying lubricant inside her body. The moment she saw us, she stood up abruptly, her lips part
I froze for a second, the words I’d rehearsed in my head suddenly tangling on my tongue.I stared and noticed his bare feet—he must have removed my heels inside the car.“I… I took this job with the agreement that I wouldn’t interfere with your private life. But I care, Tarzan. That’s why I’m interfering. I am concerned about how you are destroying your life.”He exhaled smoke slowly, the plume curling between us like a wall.“I don’t need your concern. You can leave for your won safety.”He turned toward the door, but I stepped forward, my voice rising.“You can’t keep doing this—the drugs, sleeping with random women. It’s destroying you!”Tarzan stopped, glancing back with a dead, hollow stare.“There’s no way I can stop the drugs or the sex. That’s the only way I can cope with my mental state. It helps me keep going. I am not going to talk about this again. Leave."I frowned stubbornly."Well, I don't like it okay? I don't like that you'll go in there and fuck that woman. I hate t
About thirty minutes later, following his directions, I pulled up in front of a luxury building.I parked the car."We are here, Boss."I said slowly.Before I could even unbuckle my seatbelt, I spotted a curvy woman, the type with an exaggerated hourglass figure, all plush curves cinched by a waist so tiny it seemed almost unnatural. She wore a sequined, revealing outfit that exposed her sensual parts and curves together with stilettos better suited for a nightclub floor, chain-smoking as she chattered animatedly into her phone.The moment she recognized the car, her face lit up with a giddy smile, and she hurried toward us.Tarzan shoved the rear door open with a violent thrust and stumbled out, catching himself on the car's roof. He swayed for a moment before steadying his balance. From the driver's seat, I watched through the window, my heart tightening with bitterness.His eyes swept over the woman like she was a meal he'd already decided to devour."Silver!" she called out, la
An awkward silence followed my failed attempt to explain myself. We stood there, him still frozen in place. *I can’t believe I went from trying to run away from him to hugging him.* Thankfully, he made a move first, lifted my head and saw him turning toward the apartment. “You seem to b
I nodded slowly. “You told me never to show my face at the cafe again. I am Tarzan". Her brows drew together as she tried to remember. “The only person I ever said that to was…” She looked straight into my eyes, and her face drained of color. “It’s you! You’re the biker guy. You stalked me!”
MITCH’S POV What the hell is wrong with her, just walking out like that? She has never left the house because she was angry. Never. Who the fuck is feeding her this attitude? Could it be that so-called “friend” from the café — her co-worker? I won’t tolerate this shit. She can be as angry as sh
"So when I grow older, then I can marry you?" She laughed. "It doesn't work like that. I will also grow into an old woman. You don't want to marry an old lady, right?" She demonstrated, shaking her hand. "The old lady is you." "Yes, but..." "Yes, I will marry her." "Eww... It's... um.







