LOGINI stared after him as he disappeared with the man.I hope you win them all, Tarzan. And also come back soon because I'm about to combust from anxiety.Soon after, drinks were served, and the ceremony began.I sat there alone, unsure of what to do or how to relax. Everyone around me looked like they belonged here—each face at the table screamed wealth in a dozen different ways. Their elegant body language and gestures was something I can't pull off, however I did my best to blend in.A popular musician performed on a grand piano, the melody so soft and beautiful that I found myself drifting into memories of the good times with Tarzan. The way he'd laugh. The way he'd pull me close. The way his hand-Nope. Not now, brain. Not in public.Absentmindedly, I toyed with the necklace he'd given me blushing at those naughty times—until I looked up and saw my face plastered on the big screen.I glitched in surprise and covered my mouth.Laughter rippled through the hall.Apparently, a camera
LENA'S POVHonestly, I can't express how excited I felt being led to the exclusive table by Tarzan.I hadn't expected his encouraging words—or the way he's been treating me ever since he walked into that dressing room. Not after he'd asked me to leave the hospital without even glancing at my face like I was a piece of furniture he was done with.I'd almost lost hope. But I'm glad I didn't give up on us.Because right now? He's looking at me like I'm the only woman in a room full of supermodels.I stole a glance at him.It feels like he's back. My Tarzan. The one who used to make my knees weak just by breathing in my direction."Lena?"His voice interrupted as he pulled out a chair for me at the front table of the event. The front table. As in, people would actually see me here.I blinked. "Oh... thank you."I settled in, my heart racing as I took in the main hall. It was enormous, dripping with luxury—chandeliers hung like cascades of crystals, velvet curtains that framed the win
Jake 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
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
I fucked her face mercilessly with long, powerful strokes that made her head bob violently. Her throat produced the filthiest, wettest gags — music to my ears. Thick spit poured down her neck, completely soaking her cream blouse until her hard nipples were clearly visible through the wet fabric.
MITCH POV AT WORK I leaned back in my ergonomic chair, staring at my dual screens, which were displaying rows of digital claim files in the company's cloud-based system. Meanwhile, my mind was miles away. The dream I had last night kept replaying in my mind. Lena moaning and the way her body b







