تسجيل الدخولJake rubbed his forehead. "Derek...." "Man, you know I just got married a few months ago. My wife respects me, and I respect her. We actually enjoy being around each other. I don't have to wonder if she'll disappear one day because I know better than to gamble with what I've got." Jake glanced toward the kitchen. "Derek, please lower your voice... he might hear you." "I mean it." Derek shook his head. "If you've got a good woman, you don't risk losing her over stupid pride or meaningless affairs." In the kitchen, Mitch’s hand paused for the briefest second as he tested the bottle’s temperature against his wrist. Then he resumed feeding his son, pretending he wasn’t listening. "I look at Mitch..." Derek continued quietly, "...and all I can think is that he threw away the kind of wife most men spend their whole lives praying for. Lena adored him. Everyone saw it. She could literally give up her life for him and he still treated her like she was disposable. He doesn’t know
Mitch didn't answer.Jake's jaw tightened. "How could you let her talk to you like that, Mitch? I understand her parents are rich and all, but how could you allow this to happen?""My hands are tied, Jake," Mitch finally replied."Tied how?!" Jake snapped."I would've been in jail if it wasn't for her. And I signed an agreement that would cost me my freedom.""I don't think you have any freedom, Mitch. You'd be better off in that jail than being this pathetic. Christ!"The final whistle echoed through the television speakers.The football match was over.Neither Jake nor Mitch reacted. They had spent their time talking about Mitch's marriage and had hardly paid any attention to the game."Great... now the match is over and I didn't even enjoy it," Jake murmured."Thank goodness he's finally asleep," Mitch muttered, rising to his feet. He gently bounced the fussy baby against his shoulder as he paced toward the kitchen. The little boy rubbed sleepy fists into his eyes, whimpering again
Jake leaned forward, elbows on his knees, his voice dropping lower. "Man, just look at you, Mitch. Where is that Alpha in you?"Mitch's eyes darted away, finding sudden, desperate interest in the baby's sticky fingers."You know for sure that Lena would never have let you leave the house looking like this," Jake pressed on. "You look homeless, man. Honestly, you look like you've been sleeping in a bus station. When's the last time you had a good night's sleep? When's the last time you even took a shower? When was the last time you had good sex? You don't have fun anymore,you don't come by without your annoying baby, not even clubbing?""I am a father now."Mitch replied slowly."I am also a father...the hell do you mean you are a father now,man. I am disappointed. How can you let a woman turn you into this man I barely recognize? You keep complaining that we're keeping our distance, avoiding you—but you've forgotten so soon. You used to talk about having the most submissive wife, the
AUTHOR'S POVMitch was in Jake's living room, engrossed in a football match with his best friend.The excitement of the game was interrupted by the loud cries of Mitch's infant son.He sighed, picked up the little boy, and tried to calm him.He started preparing a bottle while gently rocking the child, but the crying only grew louder.Jake frowned, clearly irritated by the constant interruption."Dude," he said, muting the television, "why don't you get your wife to handle this baby like others? Or better yet, find a baby sitter for him. You're supposed to be relaxing, not spending the whole game nursing a baby."Mitch glanced at his friend, his expression hardening. He continued feeding his son. "He's my son too, Jake. Looking after him isn't babysitting—it's called being a father."Jake paused for a moment, then burst into loud laughter."Who would've thought such words would cross your lips, Mitch?"However, Mitch didn't find his joke funny as he focused on the baby.Jake silently
The driver and Luc scrambled out first, followed by one of Tarzan’s security team, who opened his door. The moment his shoes touched the pavement, the crowd erupted."Silver!""Over here!""Mr. Silver!"Camera flashes lit the night like a storm of lightning. Ignoring every shouted question, Tarzan immediately walked around to my side of the car. Photographers surged forward while the security team strained to hold them back. Tarzan opened my door.He stood there beneath thousands of flashing lights, his hand extended toward me. I stared at it. My vision blurred. This couldn't be real. This is a dream. I'm going to wake up in my apartment any second now, just like the last time.But the hand didn't disappear. And the roar of the crowd didn't fade."Lena." His voice cut through the chaos. "Take my hand."I did.His fingers closed around mine, and he helped me step out of the car,then lowered himself to get my dress train out perfectly.The moment he straightened up, the cameras
He just stood there, staring at me like I just walked out of a dream or something unreal. His gaze drifted slowly upward from my legs, tracing the line of the slit, lingering in the heavy silence."Tarzan?" I tried again, my heart pounding.He blinked, his jaw tightening."I…" He stopped, pressing his lips together as if he needed to physically restrain himself from speaking. His hand went to the bridge of his nose, pinching it briefly.Is he... okay? I worried, remembering he had just gotten out of the hospital. What if he was feeling lightheaded?"Are you okay?" I asked, taking a tentative step toward him.He dropped his hand, and his eyes made another slow journey from my heels to my face. "Sorry… I just… You…" The words seemed to lodge in his throat, refusing to come out."Me?"I whispered back.Say it. Please say it."I think we should go," he said softly, finally breaking the silence. "They must be waiting.""Oh… yes." I said, a little disappointed.For a second, he simply look
MITCH'S POV I woke up the next morning feeling refreshed, muscles loose and mind sharp. No wonder—yesterday’s deep-throat session had drained every bit of stress and frustration out of me. My body still tingling from the memory of it. Lena… I should probably go check on her. No. Going in th
A flicker of amusement crossed Ricardo's face, but it disappeared quickly. "Make sure that stubbornness doesn't turn into recklessness," he warned. Tarzan smirked. "Noted." Ricardo glanced at the night sky, taking another slow drag from his cigarette. "Join me for a drink, boy." Tarzan smirked
AUTHOR'S POV The cool night air swept through the balcony as Master Ricardo sat on the couch, his bodyguards by his sides. It had been hours since he sent a message to Tarzan to meet him. Finally, Tarzan walked in. The moment he saw Tarzan approaching, he knew something was off. First, he had
I saw a sharp object from the corner of my eyes. I gasped sharply, ready to scream. HONK! HONK! Bright headlights flooded the dark street as a car swerved toward us and honked loudly, shattering the terrifying silence. The two men instantly released me and fled back into the shadows between







