Mag-log inI stared at my phone.
If I called him, he could hang up. If I went to his home, he could refuse to come out to meet me. If I asked him to my place… He already said we should take things slower.
But his eyes on me last night… The way he kissed me, in public – well, not his definition of public though – was unprecedented.
My dick twitched.
“I leave tonight. Do you really have to go?”
I smiled up at the redhead whose arm was around my shoulders.
“What? L
The ride back to the mainland, car and chopper, was peaceful for everyone. Bash was busy on a tablet device. Dexter seemed to have given Master Yanis and one of his brothers his phone number and was typing relentlessly.Adrian was updating Sir Sinclair on the site, all the way through. Answering a variety of questions from the elder.I kept my gaze on the land, the water, and the skies, my mind on a message I had received just before leaving the site.Rina had sent me a file. I had read it. Five times.I thought my mind would be in a spiral, in some sort of turmoil, but it was quiet.Had I gone so far off in my lifestyle and choices that something like this had not made me break down?Was I that lost to human emotion that I could be this stable?In between absolute nothingness, such thoughts came up, then dissipated.My body rocked. I glanced up. “See you this evening?” Bash was saying, eyeing me strangely.I smiled.
a large arm over my shoulders, shaking me heartily while slapping my chest, “did the building design. Me, I’m working with him on the interior for the Africa section.”His tiny eyes danced as he faced our guests.“This is a man-made island,” I remarked. “One of twenty. The owners want only the best to give them the best structures and ambience money can buy.”“The others you saw are engineers, landscapers, interior decorators, and inspectors, all here for the same thing we are: to check the structures and automated devices used to run everything from the room temperatures to the timer for watering the grass.”“For real?” Dexter gasped.I pushed Bash’s arm off gently. I smiled at him. “Yes. Your father wanted me to show you what his rival is up to. Please take notes.”I turned to Adiran. “Your father let you join me on this trip. Come have a look at the other projects I’m running. If you like something you want added to your father’s building
Not that I cared, but I wasn’t going to make waves where I could avoid them.I got in my car; my driver pulled off. A black Lexus slid behind us.Forty minutes later, past noon, I was knocking on a hotel door. Liam was standing beside me.“Yes. No. I heard you, Dad,” Adrian was saying as he opened the door. He was on the phone. The one I had given him.He didn’t look at me. Didn’t look at Liam. He walked to the sofa and dropped into it.“I’ll get a new one when I get back. Yes. Tomorrow.”The young man closed his eyes, rubbing his forehead with his index and middle fingers. There was a half-empty food tray on the table before the sofa.I sat in the single-seater on the side. Liam stood by the wall, behind his ward.“I got in late yesterday. I missed him this morning. Yes. No. Dad, I went to see Lee.”His face twisted slightly. He was silent for a while.“I know, Dad. I wasn’t –”He sighed. “Yes, Dad. Okay.”
Jayden Malroy consumed me.This man, on the contrary, was moving with me. Staying in step.I shivered.Dexter’s brow furrowed.I swallowed.“Faster?” I breathed.His face swelled. He turned away, but I didn’t let him make it.I gave him what he wanted, and his head snapped back to me.“Ah! Ah! Ha! Nngh! Ah! Ahhh!”I was riding him like he was the last bull on the farm. Still staying quiet, enjoying his pleasure even more than I was enjoying mine.Pushing everything and everyone that was not him out of my mind.“Ah! HA! AAHHH! Adrian!”I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t slow. I wanted more from him. I wanted everything he had to give.I tightened on him.“Oh! Ha! Nnnnngh! Adrian! Oh! Slow… Slow down! Loosen up. Ah! Sorry! I’m sorry! Slow down! Ah! Adrian! Ah –”I silenced him. I made him swallow his cries. I didn’t know who was outside his door. Who was in the next room, on the other flo
He was my height and about half my size, maybe a bit more than that; he should have been able to push me off, if he wanted to, but in that moment, he may as well have been a featherweight.I wasn’t blocking his movements either. I only wanted to kiss him.On his part, he wasn’t struggling, screaming, or trying to hit me.His hands were on the floor, on either side of his frame.His tongue flicked against mine, and I dove deeper. I loosened my hold, watching him. Waiting for him to pull away.He sank low. Still on the floor, and I followed.He made that cursed sound again, and my breath caught.I released his lips, inhaled, and dove back in. This time, my second hand was on his leg, making its way up his firm thigh.I hadn’t gotten a good look earlier, but at that moment, I massaged as I moved, feeling the muscles underneath.That was not the plan.At that point, my main arm was fully behind his head, cradling him.
The next time my eyes opened, I was in a dark place. I wanted to jump up, but my body was too heavy. I blinked, trying to remember who I was and where I was.The former came fast enough, for the latter, I had to first still the pounding in my head and chest. Then, when I could feel my fingers and toes, I turned my face to the side.It took a while.I stared at a wall. It wasn’t familiar. It was too close and didn’t feel like the right weight, if that made any sense.The room I was supposed to be in had a dense-looking wall, and it was at least twenty feet from the bed.I turned the other way and a back was to me.I stared. The back was bare, wide, smooth.My eyes had long since adjusted to the dimness, and I knew I didn’t know that back.I tried to raise my head. The pounding returned in full force. I lay back, breathing deeply. After a moment, I tried again.I made it to a sitting position and glanced down at myself. My
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
It was my own ritual. When things got dark, I got physical, then I healed myself slowly. Like how some people went on runs or hit the gym, I attacked people with as much passion as they attacked me.Sometimes it was a sex club, or at a polo club, where I could ride something far stronger t
Adrian was looking at every bruise, every cut, as if measuring it, hand beside my face, like some mime-physician.Reece entered. He cleared his throat. Violently.Adrian jumped and turned to him.“Do you have some ice?” our young client asked hurriedly, “And any balm?” he ask
Jayden’s POV.The next day at work, everyone stared. I ignored them.This is probably not good for morale, I mused as I walked upstairs stiffly. Reece’s face paled when he saw me.“What the hell!” he exclaimed.“I fell,” I replied hoarsely. That kid had done s







