LOGINWhenever he was in his gym, Derek never rushed his movements.As he did each rep, his muscles tightened, releasing and stretching under the strain. Sweat traced slowly down his shoulders, across his chest, disappearing beneath the waistband of his shorts.This was one of the few places where things made sense, and his efforts showed clear results.He lifted again.Exhaled.Then set the bar down with a quiet thud.The moment he lifted his head, he noticed Raine.She didn’t walk in like someone unsure. She didn’t even hesitate at the doorway. She moved through the space like she had been there before. Like she knew where everything was and where everything belonged.Derek watched her for a moment before speaking.“Someone is getting too familiar.”Raine stopped mid-step and turned to him. There was a flicker of surprise on her face, but it faded quickly.“I live here,” she said simply.Derek reached for a towel, wiping the sweat from his face.“Not long enough to know every corner.”Rai
For the past week, Lewis had been desperately trying to win his girlfriend back. Every morning started the same way for him. He stared at his phone, debating whether to call again, knowing he would anyway. Every night ended worse, with silence echoing back at him, louder than any rejection.He had tried everything he could think of. He even got her flowers. The first time he stood outside her door holding a bouquet, he knocked all day and got no answer. So he left it by the door. He knew Barbie would have seen it, but he got no call, no text, not even an acknowledgment. So he changed the strategy again. This time, he went with gist. He got her jewelry he wasn’t even sure she liked. A bag he had seen her glance at a long time ago. And the shoes she wanted a few weeks ago. They were delivered, she received them and ignored him. Again. Then he stepped up his game. He sent her money. He transferred it directly to her account with a simple message: I’m sorry, baby. She saw it, she d
Now, the club felt different to Raine because she wasn't just observing, she was a part of it. Wearing a short red dress, Raine stood near the entrance at first, taking the club in again. But this time, she did it with a sharper eye. The dancers, the guests, the layout, the music, she paid attention to everything. She paid attention to the way clients’ attention moved from one performer to another and to the way certain clients were treated differently.Everything meant something and she didn't want to miss the connotative meaning. She also noticed the patterns but she was still trying to understand them. The moment she stepped further in, the attention shifted towards her. Eyes followed her, some were curious, some were judging but none was welcoming. “Who’s that?” one man muttered.“She is clearly lost,” another answered with a smirk.“Maybe a change of face. Who knows what Stygian might be thinking,” another one said. “A female stripper? Interesting,” another one added, causi
Since he woke up from his nightmare, sleep had abandoned him. And a bottle of liquor had been his companion. As each hour passed until sunrise, he couldn't stop thinking about the dream. Despite trying to occupy his mind with other businesses, the thought still crept in. Derek sat behind his desk, another bottle of liquor in front of him, while a half filled glass was next to it. Whenever he had the same nightmare, he ended up burying himself in work until his mind became tired of thinking about anything, including his dreams. And that was the exact plan he had in mind. He took a slow sip of his drink, the burn settling in his chest as he tried to focus on the papers in front of him. The silence in his study was helpful until the door burst open and noise evaded his space. “Learn to know your place in this house,” Paulo's voice cut through the room before he fully stepped inside. “You’re unbelievable!” Raine followed right behind him, clearly irritated. “You talk like you are
Sleep didn’t come easily.It never did with Derek. Not when he had become entangled with Alonso, the man of his nightmares. Not when he hadn't heard from Lewis in a while. And the worst part was he wasn't interested in the club that night. He just wanted to sleep but it didn't come. When it finally came, it came in fragments. It made him restless and uneasy. It was the kind of sleep that didn’t feel like rest, but like falling into something dark without control.And then as usual, the dream came.*******Derek's parents' house was smaller, but never peaceful. Young Derek stood at the corner of the living room, his hands clenched at his sides, his back pressed tightly against the wall like he was trying to disappear into it.His heart was beating too fast and too loud. But the sound could never cover the noise coming from his parents. They were arguing again. This time, it wasn't just an argument, it was a fight. His mother’s voice cracked. “You think this is normal?” she shouted
Cold glares settled on Derek as he entered without rushing in. He knew the directors and major shareholders hated waiting, especially waiting for someone younger than them.Derek wasn't exactly young but compared to Alonso and the others, he was young. Too young. And that was one of his greatest achievements. That was one of his weapons against those old men. The main reason why he did almost everything Alonso did was to prove a point to him and his father. He made sure he entered every room his father desperately wished to enter. Also he started all the businesses his father couldn't start. He lived his father's dreams. Looking at it from the surface, one would think he was an ambitious son. Derek wasn't. If anything, his ambitions were fueled by revenge and disdain towards his father.The long wooden table stretched through the center of the boardroom, surrounded by men dressed in power, tailored suits, sharp expressions, and quiet ambition. The air smelled of their expensive co
Despite sitting in the bar, Derek still couldn't believe that he was there. Unlike other bars, the place was alive in its own way. It was the kind of place where your authority and power becomes useless if you need it. Derek sat at a corner table, his posture remained relaxed but his eyes were ale
“Madam Stygian called,” Paulo said. Derek stood by the large window in his study, a glass of dark liquor resting loosely in his hand. His eyes were distant, fixed on nothing in particular.“And?” He asked with a bored tone. “She said you weren't answering your phone,” Paulo said, crossing his arm
Lewis had been calling Barbie all day. Again and again and again. Each time, he got the same answer. No answer.He paced around his small apartment, his phone pressed tightly to his ear, his patience thinning with every unanswered call.“Pick up…” he muttered under his breath.He stared at the scr
In some situations, the right way out was always obvious, clear, simple and immediate. It was easy to leave without looking back or asking questions. But sometimes, you wouldn't just want to leave. It was not like the danger wasn't clear or you didn't understand the risk. It's just that a part of







