로그인Chapter 8.Caelum’s POVI stayed bent over the desk with Thorne still inside me and Elena’s voice right outside the door, and the only thought that kept circling was that everything was already going farther than I’d expected. One more second and she would open it. One more second and she would see my legs in the air and his hand over my mouth and the way I was shaking around him. My phone was still lit on the desk with that unknown number, and I could feel the cum starting to leak even though he hadn’t pulled out yet.He finally slid free, slow enough that I had to bite the inside of my cheek to stay quiet. He fixed my trousers with steady hands while I tried to remember how to stand. When he unlocked the door Elena was already stepping in, and the look she gave me made my stomach drop harder than the text had.“There you are,” she said. Her eyes moved from Thorne’s open collar to the dark stain on his cuff, then landed on me. “I was calling you. The ground transport is here already
Chapter 7.Caelum’s POVI felt his eyes on me the moment I stepped into first class. Mr. Thorne sat in 1A the way he always did, jacket open, one arm resting along the side of his seat while he watched me move down the aisle. I kept my face blank and my hands steady as I set the tray on the cart, but the weight of that stare sat between my shoulder blades the whole way.Elena stood at the galley curtain with her arms crossed, checking the time on her watch even though we had already finished the safety demo. She glanced at Thorne, then at me, and the corner of her mouth lifted like she had already decided something.“Caelum,” she said, loud enough for the two passengers still boarding to hear. “Mr. Thorne is waiting on his drink. Try not to spill it this time.”I nodded and poured the whiskey the way he liked it, two fingers over a single cube. When I reached his row I leaned in to set the glass on the tray table. His knee shifted just enough that the side of his leg brushed the insid
Chapter 6.Ross’ POV. I had been working m at the new place for three days now. It was a small restaurant in a quiet street. It was quite different from the work I’d gotten used to but it was manageable. There were no private parties. No famous faces. Just regular customers and tips that barely covered the bus fare home. Grandma’s surgery had been scheduled. The money from before had helped, but it was never going to be enough on its own. I kept my head down and worked.The bell over the door rang near the end of my shift. I looked up from the table I was wiping and froze.Aaron walked in first. Colton behind him. Dicky last, already scanning the room like he owned it. They looked the same. Expensive clothes. Easy confidence. The kind of men who never had to worry about rent or hospital bills.My stomach dropped as anger rose fast and hot.They took a table in the corner. I sent another waiter over while I stayed in the back as long as I could. When the place started emptying I had n
Chapter 5.Ross’ POV. I told myself the first night was a one-time thing. The money was already in Grandma’s account and she could have the surgery now. That should have been enough.It was not.Two nights later my phone lit up with a number I did not recognize. The message was short. Private event. Same dock. Extra pay if I could come now. I stared at it for a long time before I answered. Grandma was sleeping when I left. I kissed her forehead and told myself this was still just work.They were waiting in the same private lounge. Aaron looked restless. Dicky was already smiling. Colton watched me walk in like he had been counting the minutes.There were no trays this time. No other staff, just us. They locked the door behind me as soon as I stepped in.Dicky reached me first. His hands slid under my shirt without asking. Warm palms over my stomach, then higher.“Missed this mouth,” he said, voice light.Aaron pulled me away from him by the belt loops and kissed me hard enough to bru
Chapter 4. Ross’ POV. “Ross, you have to find a way to sort your grandma’s medical bills. She’s getting worse and she needs urgent surgery.” Dr Franklin said.I stood there in the small hospital room and nodded like I understood how to make money appear out of thin air.After my parents died in the accident, Grandma was all I had left. Things had been okay for a while. Then she started getting sick. I dropped out of school and took every job I could find just to keep the lights on and the medicine coming. It was never enough. Dr Franklin had taken pity on me and helped where he could, but this surgery was different. It would decide if she lived or not.I leaned down and kissed her forehead. She was asleep, her skin looked too pale, as her breathing became shallow. I walked out of the hospital with my hands in my pockets and my head full of numbers that did not add up. The street was loud and bright. People moved past me like I did not exist. Then a flyer stuck to a light pole caug
Chapter 3.Mike’s POVI woke up the next morning still feeling him inside me. The ache sat deep and low with a constant reminder every time I shifted on the thin mattress. My phone stayed dark. There was no new messages. She was already gone, living whatever new life she thought she deserved. I told myself I did not care anymore. Even the lie tasted weak.Jamal came in for morning rounds like nothing had happened. He checked the charts, asked the usual questions, shone a light in my eyes. His fingers brushed my wrist longer than needed when he took my pulse. I swallowed hard and looked away.That night I could not sleep. The hallway lights were already dim. I got up, pulled the gown tighter, and walked around the corridors. My feet carried me toward the supply closet near the end of the hall. I did not plan it. I just needed air that did not smell like antiseptic and regret.The door opened behind me and Jamal stepped in and shut it. The click of the lock sounded loud in the small sp







