MasukLUCAS What the fuck was I doing?What the fuck was I about to do?The thought hit like ice water.I shoved her off me hard enough that her back slammed against the tiled wall. I didn’t look to see if she’d hit her head. I didn’t care. My hands were already shaking as I yanked my trousers up, shoved my still-hard cock back inside, and buttoned them with clumsy fingers.I didn’t bother with the belt.I just ran.Guilt burned in my throat the whole way down the hallway. Should I tell Raihan? How the fuck was I supposed to explain that his friend’s girlfriend had just had my dick halfway down her throat? That I’d stood there and let it happen for longer than I should have?I stopped just outside the corner I stopped earlier , hands on my knees, breathing hard, trying to get the taste of panic out of my mouth. Then I forced myself to walk back to the booth like nothing had happened.The second I reached the table I didn’t sit down.I grabbed Raihan’s wrist and pulled.“We’re leaving.”Lia
LUCAS It’s been a good two weeks staying here, but I’m already bored—probably because I haven’t been around the boys. I really missed Drey and the rest of them. I’d tried calling Drey several times and he never picked up. The one time he did, he hung up almost immediately, like he was mad at me or something. “Hey, babe, you look down today,” Raihan said. He dropped onto the bed beside me, grinning. “Let’s go out tonight—club downtown, chill with the big guys.” “I… I…” “Don’t say no,” he said, cutting me off before I could finish. “Please.” “And Liam’s coming too,” he added. “He’s bringing his friends along. Relax, though—Liam’s not gay. He’s got a girl.” He laughed like that settled everything. The second he said it, something loosened in my chest. It felt like a weight lifting—which, okay, was ridiculous to admit even to myself. Good news, sure. If Liam wasn’t into guys, he couldn’t compete with me for Raihan. Raihan tilted his head, watching me the way he always did when he
LUCAS Raihan came upstairs less than twenty minutes later.The door opened. He stepped inside and closed it behind him. His eyes locked on me instantly.“You’re mad.”My chest tightened.I didn’t answer.He walked closer. “Lucas. Talk to me.”“I’m fine.”“No you’re not.” His voice dropped. “You went cold the second Liam showed up. You couldn’t even look at me when you walked away.”Something hot flared in my stomach.I lifted my head. “Maybe I didn’t feel like watching another guy put his hands all over you first thing in the morning.”Raihan’s eyebrows rose. “All over me?”“His hand on your neck. Your back. Your shoulder.” My voice came out sharper than I wanted. “He kept touching you like he owned the right. And you just let him.”“He’s my best friend.”“I don’t care.” I stood up. My hands were already clenched. “I hated it.”There was a minute of silence between us.Raihan stared at me. “You’re jealous.”“Yeah. I am.” I didn’t even try to hide it. “Is that a problem?”His jaw tigh
LUCAS Morning came too bright.I opened my eyes and immediately regretted it. Sunlight was already cutting across the bed. Raihan was still asleep next to me, face half-buried in the pillow, one arm thrown over my waist like he was afraid I’d disappear. My body reminded me very clearly of everything we’d done the night before. Certain parts of me felt used in the best and worst way.I tried to move.Bad idea.A low, involuntary sound left my mouth before I could stop it. Raihan’s eyes opened instantly. He looked at me, then at the way I was carefully not shifting my hips, and a slow, smug smile spread across his face.“Sore?” he whispered.“Shut up.”He grinned wider and propped himself up on one elbow. His hair was a disaster. There was a faint mark on his collarbone that I definitely put there. He looked entirely too pleased with himself.“You’re walking funny today,” he said, voice still rough from sleep. “I can already tell.”“I’m not walking funny.”“You will be.”I grabbed the
LUCAS After dinner I went straight up to my room and shut the door.I sat on the edge of the bed for a long time, just staring at the floor. My phone stayed face-down on the nightstand. I didn’t open it. I didn’t want to talk to anyone. Not even Raihan.The whole evening kept replaying in my head. The way Mr. King looked at me across the table. That calm little sentence about doors that stay closed. The fact that he said it in front of his wife like it was nothing.I stood up and walked to the window. The gardens were dark now. Only a few outdoor lights were on. Somewhere past the trees I could still make out the shape of that smaller building I’d noticed earlier. Closed. No lights. Just sitting there like it didn’t want to be seen.I thought about going back to that panel upstairs. The one he’d caught me near. My hands even twitched like they wanted to try again.But I didn’t move.Not tonight.He’d already seen me once. Doing it again the same day would be stupid. I needed to wait.
LUCAS I had almost gotten the panel to give when a voice cut through the quiet behind me.“Who are you looking for?”The words froze me mid-motion. My pulse slammed hard against my ribs.Caught. Already. Fucking hell.I should have sweet-talked Raihan into bringing me here himself. Should have played the curious boyfriend, the one who just wanted the full tour. Instead I was standing in front of a door that clearly wasn’t meant to be found, heart hammering loud enough I was half-convinced the man behind me could hear it.I turned slowly.Mr. King stood a few paces away, still in the clothes he’d worn to the office, tie loosened, eyes sharp and assessing. He didn’t look angry. He looked careful. Suspicious in the quiet way of someone who noticed things most people missed.“Are you lost?” he asked.“Yeah,” I said, the lie coming easier than it should have. “Something like that. I was looking for Raihan’s room.”His expression shifted—recognition first, then something closer to warmth,







