LOGINAIDANI knew Sylas Reid was in the building before I saw him.Some people entered a room loudly, demanding attention with their mouths, their footsteps, their need to be seen.Sylas did it in silence.The temperature shifted first. Then heads turned in small, unconscious ways. Even people who did not know what he was felt him. Predators carried that kind of atmosphere with them. They bent space around themselves.I was sitting on the bench between Damir and Jace, half-listening to them argue over some stupid match replay from last week, when the doors to the rink opened and Sylas walked in with three of his teammates behind him.He wore black training gear, gloves tucked beneath one arm, his expression carved into the same calm arrogance he always carried. Like the world existed for his mild inconvenience.Then he saw me.His steps slowed for half a second.He gave me a small nod in acknowledgment, the kind men gave each other when there were rules around them.I only stared back.Col
Dahlia woke slowly, like her body didn’t quite want to return to the world yet.For a few quiet seconds, she stayed where she was, half-buried in the sheets, her cheek pressed into Aidan’s pillow. It still smelled like him. That same warm, grounding scent that always made something inside her loosen without permission.Then she heard the soft click of keys.Her eyes opened slowly. Aidan sat in the corner of the room, one leg crossed over the other, his laptop balanced on his thigh. The screen cast a pale glow across his face, sharpening the lines of his jaw, the slight furrow between his brows. He looked focused, but not calm. There was something tight in the way his shoulders held, something restless in the way his fingers moved.He hadn’t been sleeping.Of course he hadn’t.She shifted slightly, the sheets rustling beneath her.His head lifted immediately.Their eyes met across the room.And just like that, the tension in him eased. Not completely, never completely, but enough that
Aidan had her pressed against the window before she could even catch her breath.The glass was cool against her back, a sharp contrast to the heat building between them. His mouth found hers with a kind of urgency that felt like it had been waiting all night, all day, maybe longer than that. Dahlia’s fingers curled into his shirt, pulling him closer as if there was still distance left to close.There wasn’t.Not really.But it didn’t stop her from trying.His hands slid to her waist, firm, grounding, and then lower, lifting her without effort. She gasped softly as her legs wrapped around him, instinctive, natural, like her body had already learned him in ways her mind was still trying to catch up with.“Aidan—”He swallowed the rest of her words with another kiss.Hungry.Not rushed, not careless, but deep enough to make her forget where they were. The party below, the noise, the questions waiting for them… all of it faded into something distant and unimportant.Right now, it was just
AIDANI can barely keep my eyes off her… My palms are sweaty as I watch her in this immaculate red dress. She's stunning. “You're so beautiful.” I confess She turns away from the window slowly and she gives me a breath taking smile. Then she looks away, the colour red painting her skin finely. “You say dangerous things so casually.”“I'm not being casual.” my cock is straining hard against my pants… My mind is murky with the thought of her, nothing about this is casual. My fingers itch to touch her skin, she's mine. And mine alone. I brush a strand of hair from her cheek. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you, Dahlia.” She looks up, a mixture of shock and excitement fills her eyes and I kiss her. My hand wraps around her waist and I pull her closer to me. We kiss each other with an intensity that could burn the ocean dry. She parts her legs slightly and I lift her dress to expose her legs. My finger brushed the inside of her thigh, pulling a small shiver from her. M
They did not find her mother downstairs.At first, Dahlia thought maybe she had missed her in the crowd.The ballroom was thick with bodies, laughter, perfume and expensive lies. Women glittered in gowns that caught every light in the room and men stood in circles pretending not to size each other up. Servants moved quietly through the chaos with silver trays balanced on their palms. Music drifted through the halls like something rehearsed a thousand times.And yet, no matter how many times Dahlia searched the room, no matter how many faces she turned toward, her mother was nowhere.They checked the terrace.They checked the gardens.They checked the smoking lounge where some of the older guests gathered to gossip about everyone but themselves.Nothing.Aidan said very little as they searched. His hand remained clasped around hers the entire time, warm and certain, as if he knew that if he let go, the entire night would start to tilt.“Maybe she left,” Dahlia said eventually, though t
They watched as the phone rang again.And again.The sound cut through the room like something violent, too ordinary for what it interrupted.Dahlia froze against the mattress, breath still caught somewhere between her throat and Aidan’s mouth. The heat between them didn’t disappear immediately, it lingered in the air like a mistake that hadn’t decided what it wanted to become yet.Aidan didn’t move at first.His forehead rested against hers, eyes still half-lidded, like he was refusing the world on principle.Then the phone rang again.Longer this time.Persistent.Dahlia swallowed, her fingers still tangled loosely in his shirt as if she had forgotten how to let go.“Aidan,” she whispered.He exhaled through his nose, slow and irritated, and shifted slightly off her but not away from her. His hand stayed on her waist like an anchor, like if he let go she might vanish into whatever was calling them back.He reached for her phone without looking at the screen.Then stopped.His expres
The moment I see the tall building, I stop. I’m both scared and excited. But the fear is beginning to take over.I think of turning back but the chance of seeing Aidan is tempting. So I take a deep breath and walk faster in case I change my mind, it would be too late to turn around.There’s a few p
“What's your middle name?” Aidan asked as he lowered me onto his jutting cock. I felt the thick head pressing against my entrance and I shifted, angling my body to the left to let him slip inside me. Suddenly, I felt my tongue watering. I felt him everywhere all at once, the fullness of him was
“Are you sure you don’t want to see Lisa?”“Why would I want to see her?” Aidan asked, leaning against the mirror wall of the elevator.“To talk her out of telling our parents?”The elevator doors opened and I stepped out. “I’ll call her dad.” Aidan said reluctantly Would that be enough?A bitter
“I can't believe I was asleep for eighteen hours.” I said to Aidan, pushing a branch away from my face.The leaves flutter and swoosh in the evening breeze. It's getting colder by the minute and I was glad I had listened to Aidan when he asked me to bring a jacket. “We'll get there soon.” Aidan sa







