LOGINThe last day at Kent's studio was chaotic to say the least. We had to get the artworks ready to be shipped to the exhibition site. We had to wrap protective casings around each piece, make sure they were organized in their proper order, and sort out all the paperwork. It was the last stretch of a long and arduous journey.When everything was done, when every last job was complete, Gary opened a champagne bottle to celebrate."A toast for my two loyal helpers." He announced, raising up his glass. "Without you, I wouldn't have been able to do this. You've helped me making my dreams into reality."Kent was never one to be serious, but when it came to saying thanks, he was sincere. David, however, wasn't having any of the sappiness. As soon as Kent was finished with his words, David drank his whole glass in one gulp.Gary and I just looked at each other and burst out laughing. Kent probably thought David was drinking to celebrate our collective accomplishment, but I knew he was drinking b
I grinned. "Mr. De Montmorency, in this instance I have to side with the adults. You belong at the kids' table.""Oh, wow! Thanks for the support," he said sarcastically."Let me finish," I interjected. "If at any time of the night you get tired of babysitting, you can call me so we can have some real adult conversations, if you know what I mean."He chuckled, his laugh a symphony to my ears."Don't test me. I might.""It's not a test, it's an invitation."---It always surprised me how long Kent took to get ready to go out. I understood why he wanted to look good on the last night of the year, but thirty minutes for a guy to get ready is excessive. I picked on him for applying a revolting amount of hair gel and cologne."Why are you picking on me? The ladies won’t be able to resist!" he said, admiring his reflection in the mirror. "You, on the other hand, look like you just rolled out of bed. What happened to the party-loving Felix? Don’t tell me you’re getting old."Kent was right.
I was parked outside the airport at seven in the afternoon, leaning against my car door, a cigarette between my lips. Blair had texted me saying his plane had landed, so it was only a matter of minutes before he’d get to our agreed location. I was both excited and nervous to see him again.I wasn't sure how to bring up the fact that Kent knew I was seeing someone, but I absolutely had to tell him. On the night that Barbara tried to kiss me I was so hurt by her words that I abandoned the idea of calling Blair and telling him then. All I wanted to do was sleep and forget about everything.I made up an excuse the morning after the incident and left after breakfast, saying that something came up at work. Kent, who had the biggest hangover, made a stupid joke about me going to see my new boyfriend. I rolled my eyes at him but didn't contradict his statement. It was better for him to believe I was leaving because I wanted to get laid than to know the truth about what his sister had done.Ba
"We're almost there baby." I said. This was a lie of course. We still had twenty minutes before we reached my house.With his lips pressed to my cheek, he smiled and said: "Yes, that's the spirit. You're almost there Felix, I know you can get bigger."My breathing hitched. Being away from him had made me forget how fucking sexy he could be.I said nothing and focused on the road. He could do whatever he wanted, I wasn't going to get distracted and cause an accident. Blair continued to apply pressure to my now fully erect cock, twisting his wrist when he got to the tip, squeezing a little harder each time.Suddenly, a car drove past us. I couldn't help but look at the passengers inside. To my horror, every single one (all adults thank god) were looking at Blair as he seductively devoured my neck."Get down!" I whispered-shouted, yanking his head down to hide him from the onlookers. He protested, so I kept him down with my elbow."Blair no, people are staring at us." I said, true panic
GaryI had only seen Felix lose his temper a couple of times, but it always frightened me when he did. I knew he could be aggressive and get angry when a situation tipped him over the edge, but what happened in his office made my bones rattle.After Blair left we were silent. I had amazing news to tell him about my new exhibition and wanted to surprise him, but after his student ran out of his office in tears, celebrating was the last thing on my mind.I asked Felix to explain what had happened. He told me Blair just kissed him out of the blue in the moment I walked in. He also told me he only registered that I was in the room once Blair looked up at me and his eyes widened."You didn't have to be so aggressive," I said to him in a low voice. I didn't want to infuriate him more. "He made a mistake, read the signals wrong. You can't blame him, you've been so nice to him.""Nonsense," he cut me off. "What signals? I never gave him any indication that I wanted anything with him. That's w
I didn't even bother pouring the drink in a cup. I drank the whiskey straight from the bottle, the expensive aged beverage burning my throat. I had tried calling Blair eight times, but his phone was dead. I took another swing of the liquor, desperate for the blurriness to take over me.This couldn't be happening. What happened in my office must have been a nightmare, surely. I called him for the ninth time. No answer.It really happened then. Reynolds caught us kissing, I pushed him to the ground and transformed into a fucking monster.My awful words I said to him tasted worse than the whiskey I was chugging. The rage I was feeling for being caught by none other than my best friend was entirely channeled towards Blair. I knew at the time I had to react that way as to make Reynolds believe that our kiss was all his doing and that I despised it, but was my aggression justified? Couldn't I have reacted differently and still be effective at proving to him there was nothing going on betwee
When they came back into view, Alexander’s eyes finally landed on me.He halted mid-step, his entire body going rigid. A frown appeared on his forehead immediately, his brows knitting together in a way that made my stomach twist.Uh oh. He’s mad, isn’t he? I think he is.His gaze locked onto me, th
The moment Marco dropped me off back at home , I didn’t bother going upstairs to my room. I walked straight through the foyer, past the stupidly grand staircase, and into the kitchen like I owned the place.The wide marble island was spotless, as always. A bowl of fruit sat in the center like some
A week.Seven days of the same suffocating routine, and somehow it felt longer than the entire month before it.Every morning, I stayed in bed long past seven, waiting for the inevitable knock but I heard nothing.The first three days, I had expected anger, punishment, maybe even some cruel form of
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







