LOGINWith Felix out the house, I took in the silence of his apartment, the stillness of everything. It felt so weird to be there, alone, in my shorts. I was genuinely surprised when he didn't suggest taking me home before he headed off to Durham, but I didn't say anything. Deep down I really wanted to stay, even if he wasn't there, because I knew he'd be back soon.Since I had so much time to kill, I first changed into my everyday clothes. Then, I took my time to admire more closely the paintings on his walls. I searched for signatures on the corners of the abstract pieces, but I found none. I had to ask Felix who had made them. Then, as time went by, I decided to actually do some work. I read about fifteen pages for Art History and then decided to draw.I searched the entire house for paper and pencil. I remembered Felix coming down from his office with paper and charcoal the day he sketched me, so I decided to go up the spiral staircase and have a look.When I got to the landing area, I
I felt like the floor had dropped out from under me. A hot wave of fury and shame crashed through my body, making my ears ring and my hands shake. My throat tightened until swallowing hurt. My chest ached with every shallow breath, like someone had wrapped barbed wire around my ribs.Beneath the rage, something quieter and far more dangerous stirred—something that sent my pulse racing in a way pure anger never could. Something I refused to name.How much clearer did he have to make it? He was an absolute asshole.Why the hell had he been so gentle that morning, only to turn into this cold, cutting stranger by afternoon? The contrast made my head spin.What burned worst of all was knowing, deep down, that he was right. Whatever fragile thing had happened between us in his apartment could never repeat. He’d been warm, careful, almost tender—making me feel safe in a way I hadn’t expected. And that feeling was dangerous. I couldn’t afford to let those kinds of emotions take root, especial
Fuck fuck fuck fuck.I ordered another cold beer, turning away from him. I had to just forget he was there."Hey, got your eyes on a beautiful girl?" Kent asked. "Yeah", I lied to him. Since he was my good friend, he once knew I was gay and it was him who helped me change that and now I didn’t want him to realise I was starting to feel attracted again to a male. So I had to be careful.We was having the time of his life. The exhibition had been a success. Now he was letting go of all that anxiousness he had throughout the day, having fun with his mates."Is she hotter than mine?","Sort of." I said, keeping my reply short but I could feel my jaw clenching as images of Blair dancing with a sweaty pig crept in my mind.Don't look Felix, just forget about him. He can do what he wants. He is even straight."Professor Reynolds!" Oh please for Christ's sake, not again. "I need help!"The voice wasn't Blair's. It was from his friend. Maddox I believed was his name. I couldn't be sure.When I
He was silent for a few moments, deep in thought. My stomach turned into knots as silence fell between us.What the hell was happening to me?"I want to see it," he said at last, breaking the silence. I looked away from his intense gaze, my eyes settling on his thick, veiny hands. It was then that I knew that once I got home, I'd spend the whole night trying to draw them from memory."Why?" I asked, embarrassment growing in my cheeks."I want to see your style, your technique," he said, coughing at the end and taking a step back from my desk. "I am always interested in my student's work, especially if the assignment was given by me."I nodded, giving him a closed-lipped smile. "I left it at home, but I can go get it in a flash. Besides, I should take a walk, stretch my legs.""You live close by?" he asked, nonchalantly. I realized this was the first time we were speaking to each other in a normal way, not attacking each other or being sarcastic.It made me extremely nervous."Yeah, ju
The moment Jenny stepped into the Japanese restaurant, her sharp eyes scanning the elegant hall like a hawk, my stomach dropped. She was my colleague from the company — the one person who knew my face better than most, who had sat through endless late-night meetings with me, who had once cried on my shoulder after a brutal performance review. If she spotted me here, dressed like this, with Vladimir’s hand possessively on mine… everything would unravel.I turned my face away sharply, pretending to study a piece of minimalist calligraphy on the wall, but it was too late. Vladimir noticed the tension in my shoulders immediately. His grip tightened, not painfully, but enough to anchor me.“Problem?” he murmured, his breath warm against my ear.“Jenny. Colleague. She can’t see me like this,” I whispered urgently, heart hammering.Vladimir didn’t hesitate. In one fluid motion, he pulled me behind a tall decorative screen made of dark wood and rice paper, the kind that divided the private di
Once again, I fell into a death-like state. My body was as heavy as soaked cotton. The weight pressed against me like invisible chains, each link forged from grief, exhaustion, and something older—something ancient and sorrowful. In the darkness, a force was pulling me down, down into an abyss where no light dared follow. My mind wandered between the unreal and the real, flickering like candlelight in a windstorm, and I was sure I could hear voices in my ears—whispers like threads brushing against my skin—and I could even see a tall figure moving in front of me. It loomed just out of reach, a shadow wrapped in familiarity.But when I opened my eyes to see the world, I realized that what had just happened was an illusion. The world came into view slowly, sluggish and grey at the edges, as if I were returning from some underwater place. But Vladimir was standing right in front of me, just like what I had seen in my dream. His presence was both surreal and grounding, like a memory caught
EMMA'S POVThe next morning came too soon.Sunlight sliced through the heavy curtains like it had a personal grudge against me. I woke up with a dull headache, mouth dry, body heavy from crying myself to sleep. For a second I forgot where I was, then the scent of expensive linen and the faint trace
As soon as we arrived back at Alexander’s estate, the air between us remained thick with tension. The ride had been silent, his presence annoying and his cold demeanor unwavering. Now, standing in the grand entryway of his home, I felt like an intruder in my own life, like I didn’t belong anywhere.
EMMA'S POVTears welled in my eyes, and I squeezed them shut, holding them back. I just wanted to go back to my old life. I curled up under the covers, my body trembling as the tears silently fell. The weight in my chest grew, making it hard to breathe with every second that passed. I shook with qu
The slut didn’t need to be told twice. The second the order left my lips, she scrambled forward on all fours like the desperate little whore she was, back arched high, thighs splayed wide, her slick folds already glistening and dripping onto the dark hardwood floor beneath her. The sight should hav







