로그인We walked through the crowded club, bodies pressed against one another in wild rhythm, the air thick with the scent of alcohol, sweat, and perfume. The music pounded loud and heavy, each beat threatening to rupture my eardrums. I had no idea where we were headed—I simply followed behind him, lost in the chaos.After what happened back at Miller’s residence, Justin abruptly decided there would be no more work for us tonight. Without a word of explanation, he dragged me out and brought me to this godforsaken place.A club.A dizzying mess of lights, sounds, and people.I couldn’t help but wonder—Does he always come here to drink? Smoke? Hook up with women? The questions chased each other around in my mind like bees, stinging at every turn. But I forced myself to push them away. Now wasn’t the time. I focused on one thing only: keeping up with him and not getting lost in the flood of bodies.I glanced at him briefly. His face was unreadable, but behind the stoic mask, I could see it—he l
The car drove away, swerving into a road I had never set foot—or wheels—on before. It stretched ahead like a forgotten path, one swallowed by trees and shadows. I had no idea where we were headed, and worse, I doubted I’d ever be able to retrace my steps if things took a turn for the worst. If the worst truly came to pass… I’d be lost.I sat quietly in the passenger seat, my body stiff beside Justin. Every muscle in me tensed as though bracing for impact. I didn’t move. I didn’t speak. I didn’t even dare breathe too loud. My breaths came shallow and careful, as though even a whisper of air might betray the truth buried in my chest. I was terrified that if I made a sound, he’d hear it—feel it—and know. That somehow, he’d sense the guilt clawing at me.What if he already knew?What if this entire drive was a setup?What if he was taking me to some desolate place—one far away from help, far from witnesses—where he would end it all? Where would he end me? And no one would know. No one wou
I quickly adjusted my makeup and straightened my shirt. The compact in my hand trembled just slightly—maybe from nerves, or maybe from the thrill curling in my chest. A quiet joy fluttered beneath my ribs, giddy and warm, at the thought of what was coming. It made its way to my lips and shaped them into a smile, subtle but electric. I glanced at my wristwatch—almost time.With one last look in the mirror, I breathed in deep, held it a second too long, then released it and stepped out of the room.My steps were soft. Deliberate. Almost silent, except for the faint brushing of my shoes against the floor. The corridor stretched ahead, dimly lit, sterile in its quiet. I hugged the wall as if it could shield me from consequence, my heart beginning to drum faster. I leaned forward, just enough to peek around the corner—no one in sight.Good.I made sure of that. Every movement, every breath, is calculated. There was no room for error.Then I saw her.Arian.She didn’t walk in—she charged. H
Immersed in the silence as we worked our hearts out, the calm was sharp, nearly sacred. Fingers danced over keyboards, pens scratched across paper, the rhythm of quiet productivity setting the tone—until it shattered. The door burst open with a slam that echoed through the walls, and just like that, peace was gone.Arian stormed into the room like a thundercloud, her voice already rising."How can you be so heartless and inconsiderate?" she snapped, eyes burning holes into Justin. "You do nothing but sit here, and it's still too hard to pick my call?"The accusation cracked the air like a whip.She marched across the room, heels hitting the floor in harsh defiance as she closed the space between them. Justin barely moved. He didn't flinch or stand. His eyes, sharp and visibly annoyed, stared at her with cold displeasure, every muscle in his face screaming exhaustion."For crying out loud, Arian," he said, exasperation bleeding into every word, "I am at work. Can you at least let me ha
"Hey!" I barked, forcing my voice deeper as I raised a hand sharply, stopping him in his tracks. My heart thudded against my ribs, but I masked it well."I don't mean to be rude, but just because you heard me sound like a girl just now doesn't mean I'm gay like you," I said, keeping my voice cold, my eyes scanning the room for an exit—or anything I could use to defend myself if things got ugly."And for the record," I added sharply, "you’re not even my type. So back off."I didn’t want to be cruel. But if cruelty would keep him away, then I’d be heartless.For a split second, I feared he’d keep coming—his eyes glinted with something unreadable. My pulse spiked, and my gaze darted to a nearby glass cup on the shelf. Not ideal for a fight, but better than nothing. If he made a move, I'd use it.I couldn’t risk exposure. I couldn’t risk a physical confrontation either.But then… he pouted.He actually pouted like a scolded child. My entire body froze, blinking in disbelief."It's not lik
I stood there, unsure of what to do next. He's put me in a tight spot, yet, I can't seem to get myself off this. "Sir...I..." I stuttered, not sure what was going on in his head. Does he expect me to change here? If I do then he will find out I'm not a boy and that will be the end of me.Sweat dripped down my face profusely, my palms grew wet and every nerve on my body screamed for me not to move. This is it, it's over.I gulped and began unbuttoned my shirt when he spoke "What do you think you are doing?" I looked up and found him staring at me with a frown, and I gulped again, nervous and unsure."I...you asked me to change" "And who the hell told you I'm interested in watching you get dressed?" I bit my inner lips to hit my shame, it wouldn't kill if he showed me to his rest room to get changed."Over there" he pointed, "you are left with less than two minutes" I ran into the bathroom before he could complete his sentence and got changed. The chest binder was still intact and







