LOGIN“Liam! Have I said something wrong?”
He glanced down at my hand, and I could have sworn he was staring down his nose. His gaze came up, and I shifted mine away, releasing him from my grip and giving some space between us.
A light pressure was on my shoulder. I looked up, and my heart stopped. Liam could appear firm, professional, distant, but in that moment, he was none of those. It seemed like there were words at the tip of his tongue, but he was holding them back.
Liam
“Liam! Have I said something wrong?”He glanced down at my hand, and I could have sworn he was staring down his nose. His gaze came up, and I shifted mine away, releasing him from my grip and giving some space between us.A light pressure was on my shoulder. I looked up, and my heart stopped. Liam could appear firm, professional, distant, but in that moment, he was none of those. It seemed like there were words at the tip of his tongue, but he was holding them back.Liam was never so reserved. Not with me.My lips parted, his curved up lightly.“Jayden Malroy,” he shook his head, as he studied my face, “he’s something, isn’t he?”“What?”“Special.”“I don’t –”“He makes you see a way, doesn’t he?”“Liam. What are you –”“That man is not on your level, yet he’s going out of his way to make you happy. That’s special, isn’t it?”“What do you mean ‘level’?” I asked, my voice harsher than I expected.
I stared at his cock. It was like a live snake. Not for the first time, I wondered what that would feel like inside somebody.“Argh!” he called out.My eyes snapped shut. My mouth fell open as his cum slid down my face.“Ah! Marcus! Sorry. I’m sorry.”I tried to move my hands off him, but he sat, he kept rocking, using his weight to keep my digits in place.I tasted him. I turned to the side, trying to wipe it off. A hot tongue flicked over my face. I blinked my eyes open. My mouth opened wider.He was staring down at me, like Mars gazing at the Earth.I swallowed. His amber eyes had never been so dark. I tried to move, but both my hands and my body were trapped.“Jay,” The word was closer to a prayer than anything I had ever uttered in my life. He didn’t look like my Jay. He looked like a beast, and that was not something I was used to.His rod was still erect, deep brown, slick, pulsing, aimed right at me.“Marc
The marks were still there. Dark, blue in some places. It looked worse than it actually was. Nothing really hurt.I pressed my lips together. “Get off me.”He shook his head, cradling mine. I turned away from the intensity. “I’m fine, Jay. It’s fine. Get off.”Neither he nor I moved.I shifted, and he pulled me to his frame, hugging me. My words faltered.After a moment, I hugged him back. He made a sound I didn’t like, and I pressed him tighter. He buried his face in my neck.This guy, I contemplated, he’s so high maintenance.A few minutes later, I was on the bed, in a large bathrobe, and he was on the floor, still in his wet clothes, patting my feet dry.“I can do that,” I said hoarsely.He nodded, but made no move to stop what he was doing.He opened a small container, and a quiet scent filled the room. I had a bad flashback, and my knees jerked.Jayden held my ankles fast. “I’m going
I stared at him.“I want to sleep.”“Then get a room. You had one yesterday.”He sank deeper into the sofa, slipping his shoes off with his feet.“That was yesterday.”“What were you watching?” he said after a long silence.“Your handiwork.”“I wasn’t there.”“Fuck you, Jay.”“Honestly, I wasn’t. I was with a client. Ask anybody.”“Is it that time already?”“Huh?”I sighed and got off the wingback chair I had been sitting in for far longer than I should have.I went to the bathroom.When I came back in, the TV was on, the same news running.“Thirty-eight people,” he said quietly. I sat on the edge of the bed. His eyes moved from the TV to me. “Can you even begin to imagine that?” he whispered.“Is this how you sleep?” I remarked without batting an eye at his tone and somber demeanor.He smirked, then lay back down on the sofa, closing his eyes.There was a kn
Three hours earlier, at about three p.m., a block of warehouses had collapsed. The damage was devastating. The value of the lost items was unconfirmed but was estimated at hundreds of millions.Various corporations used the area to store anything from excess finished products to old office printers.There would be litigation for a full year before anyone got any satisfaction from the insurers, who would definitely not be happy to part with any compensation without a full, in-depth investigation, something half of the owners of the affected area would most definitely not allow.That was what we were betting on.I had met with my team after changing vehicles twice. I gave the instruction, set the time, and went to Adrian’s father’s house for a late lunch, or early dinner, depending on who was asked.While I was knocking on the large mansion door, a team of ten men was moving through the targeted section where the kids were located. I had instructed a
Jayden’s POV.It was a clean job. Two hours, from start to finish. And I had an alibi, a perfect cover.“Well, Sir, as always, it’s been a pleasure,” I said jovially to Sir Sinclair.“Jayden, you’re going to spoil an old man!”I laughed; he joined me.I stood; he didn’t.“Rest assured, Sir, the work continues, even with my absence. I may take Adrian along on some trips. I hope this sits well with you?”He smiled. “I hear you met Sebastian Norwood yesterday.”I grinned at him. “Adrian was… impressed?” I replied, turning my comment into a question.The elderly man laughed heartily. “Indeed!”I put my hand out for a handshake, and Sir Sinclair took it warmly. We broke it off, and I remarked cordially, “I can see myself out.”He nodded at me, and I bowed out.Halfway to the door, he called my name, and I almost ran to the exit.Instead, I forced my feet to slow as I turned. I kept walking, backwar
We entered a large room, almost like a ballroom, but smaller, about half the size, but large regardless.There were poles from floor to ceiling and poles attached to circular high stools or tables. Like the type strippers would use for small groups of three to five viewers, wide enough to give a pe
I begged him. I pleaded with my eyes. He held me with his. Whether it was sweat or tears, I don’t know what clouded my vision as he made his announcement. “It’s been fifteen minutes, ladies and gentlemen. Place your bets now,” he rumbled, like a master of ceremonies at a grand event.Which
I fell into that time. That goddamned fucking era. When I became Leon’s number one bitch for all seasons. Any trick, any gimmick, I had been game. I had been subservient. A willing pawn on a bastard’s masterboard.“Burn it. All of it,” I growled.I could sense Adrian, but I didn’t c
I didn’t turn, didn’t move. My vision blurred, and Martin was in front of me. “Was that who I think it was?” he whispered, lowering his head toward mine.I grabbed his arm. I couldn’t speak. My head was heavy, and my legs were like lead.He helped me sit. “Listen, Jade. I’m gonna ge

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