Masuk“I don't like that woman,” Paulo said, his irritation evident in his voice. Derek didn't talk. Instead, he started walking towards his room. “She's overdoing it,” Paulo added as he trailed closely behind Derek. “I know,” Derek said without looking at him. Paulo shook his head. “Do you?” Derek stopped, then turned. His eyes stayed on Paulo for a fleeting second before he continued walking. “You're overdoing it,” Derek finally said. “How?” Paulo asked. “I'm not the one walking around someone else's house, as if I've known them all my life. She's not even cautious about her speech and attitude.”“And you are?” Derek asked him flatly. “This is not the time for this, Derek,” Paulo said, his frustration spiking. “You are the one preventing me from letting her know her place in this house.” “And what exactly would you have done if I gave you the chance?” Derek asked, glancing at him once. “I'll just make sure she's not too comfortable. Remind her of her place and make her watch her
Whenever 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 ac
“Frenzo? What the fuck is that bastard doing on my property?” Derek snarled. He was standing in the middle of his study, his phone pressed tightly to his ear, his expression growing darker with every word that came through.“What do you mean he’s there?” Derek asked again.Over the phone, the man
Raine adjusted faster than anyone expected. Too fast, if Paulo was being honest. She wasn't acting like a guest, and that alone irritated Paulo.Within days, she had found her way around the house, moving through the halls like she had always belonged there, speaking easily with the staff, blending
As Paulo drove through the quiet night streets, his eyes kept glancing to the back through the rear mirror. He didn't say anything else to Derek. He just kept praying that nothing went wrong with Raine. Because if anything went wrong, he would make sure Derek learned never to trust strangers. Mean







