Carlo“Fucking hell…”I rub a hand over my face, leaning back in my chair, staring at the ceiling like it holds the answer to the chaos in my head. It’s been four days. Four fucking days since Blaze walked out on me, and I swear I’m losing my goddamn mind.I should be pissed. I should be fucking livid that he thinks he can just storm out, slam the door in my face, and go on like I never fucking existed. But I’m not angry.I’m obsessed.Blaze has always been unpredictable, always ready to fight me even when I give him everything. But this time, it’s different. This time, he actually fucking left. And I can’t stop thinking about him. Every damn second, my mind goes back to that moment—his sharp, furious glare, the way his voice shook with rage when he told me we were done. Like he meant it. Like he actually fucking meant it.I don’t accept that.My fingers tap against the desk, my teeth grinding as I try to focus on the reports in front of me. But my patience is wearing thin. It’s been
BlazeWhere the fuck did it all go wrong?I keep asking myself that, like there’s some moment I missed—some switch that flipped when I wasn’t looking. It’s stupid how I was starting to think he was being nice. Fucking nice to me. As if he ever could be.I drag my fingers through my hair, stepping into the bar I used to work at. I haven’t been here in months, but it still smells the same—sweat, stale beer, cheap perfume. Something about it makes me feel grounded, like maybe if I sit in this booth long enough, I’ll remember who I was before everything went to shit.Before Carlo.I slide into a seat near the back and wave the bartender over. The guy recognizes me, offers a crooked smile, and pours me the usual without asking.I take a sip. It burns like hell. Good.My thoughts are a fucking mess. My head won’t shut up. All I hear is his voice. All I see is his fucking face. And that part of my chest—the stupid part that does that bathum… bathum shit like some lovesick idiot—it won’t fuck
Carlo“I like him?” I mutter to myself, sitting on the couch in my office, legs opened, my elbows resting on my thighs and fingers laced into each other, my head bowed, staring into space.Fuck.I didn’t even plan to say it. The words just… slipped. Came out like a goddamn confession I didn’t even know I had buried somewhere in this twisted-ass brain of mine.But now that I’ve said it, now that it’s hanging in the air like some curse I can’t take back, it’s like my mind won’t shut the fuck up. Everything starts piecing itself together, like my body knew before my head did.I like Blaze?No. It’s worse.I fucking love him.And that realization is pissing me the fuck off.I rub my palm down my face and sit back, jaw tight. What the hell am I supposed to do with that? I’m not some soft little bitch who falls in love and sends flowers and writes cute texts and waits for a reply like a dumb dog wagging its tail.That’s not me.Or at least, it wasn’t.Until Blaze. Arghh, this is so frustrat
Blaze“It’s fucking gone,” I mutter under my breath as we pull up to the building.Flames aren’t licking the sky anymore, but the smoke—fuck—the smoke still hangs like a dark fucking omen above what used to be my apartment. Fire trucks are parked haphazardly, sirens off now, lights still spinning like it’s all some twisted party I wasn’t invited to. I stumble out of the car before Carlo even fully stops it.Part of the building is still standing, but the right side, my fucking side, looks like someone ripped it apart and tried to cook it. The firefighters are already wrapping shit up, the worst of it over, but all I see is black char and twisted metal where my room used to be.“No. Fuck. No,” I whisper, running a hand through my hair. My heart’s pounding. Not just from panic, but from this helpless, stupid feeling of loss. All my shit’s in there. My jacket. My tools. My fucking sketchpad. Everything.Carlo stands next to me, silent, watching the building like it’s a goddamn TV show. I
BlazeSoon I lounged on the big couch in the living room, everything here smells like that jerk.His scent is everywhere. Embedded in the cushions, soaked into the curtains, carved into the damn air like an invisible brand. It’s musky and warm, laced with cologne and something darker underneath—like heat and sin. It crawls into my nose and wraps itself around my ribs like a vice.I yank the blanket higher, gripping the edge like it can shield me from him, even when he’s not here.Why the fuck did I agree to stay here?Oh right—because I’m broke. Because the rain came down hard. Because my pride got punched in the face by the universe and now I’m sleeping on the goddamn lion’s couch.The idiot is stupidly rich.Carlo fucking jerk.The same bastard who’s been tangled in my head for months now, chewing at the edges of my sanity every time we cross paths. He’s always been smug, always infuriating, always too much. And now I’m in his space, breathing his air, wrapped in the scent of him li
CarloBlaze stared at me with both embarrassment and anger… Honestly I had thought he pretended not to remember that night, that’s one reason I pushed this whole contract shit. If he wanted to deny the night that ruined my sanity, I’d let him remember every bit of it.The second I see the way his eyes burn into me—his mouth tight, his chest rising like he’s holding back a scream—I fucking know. He remembers. And not just a flash. Not just a sliver. That night’s come back to him like a fucking punch to the gut.“You bastard,” he spits, voice shaking. “Do you know how much that memory was seared into my head? I was clinging to it like a lifeline but the person was you all this time?”Fuck.I blink, my heart pounding. I want to grab him, shake him, kiss the anger off his face, but I don’t move yet. His voice is raw, broken, and underneath all that fury, there’s pain.Real fucking pain.And that does something to me.What the fuck does he mean by lifeline? That night wasn’t just sex for h
Blaze“Whatever was suddenly wrong with me, I just can’t understand my current feeling, it’s like holding on to something you have looked for all your life and finding it in the last minute.”A sharp, sensitive feeling brazes my nipple, and I shudder like some desperate virgin who’s been teased for too damn long.“Argh,” I manage to moan out the moment he frees my lips for a second.Yeah, it does feel familiar now. I know this feeling—this pleasure that races down my spine, straight to my balls. It’s the kind of rush that makes my toes curl and my brain short-circuit. He moves to my neck, face buried against my skin, his breath warm and maddening. One arm wraps tight around me, the other slips down into my boxers like he owns the damn place.I brace myself, expecting one of his stupid-ass taunts—some cocky shit like, “You’re always ready for me, aren’t you?” But he says nothing.He strokes me slowly, and I swear I melt into a puddle of horny weakness. My tip’s already leaking, probabl
BlazeHe spills his hot cum all over my face as he grabs my head and pulls me away, groaning through clenched teeth. Seeing the expression on his face gives me a twisted satisfaction... seeing how much he's helpless under my touch.He finally raises his head, our eyes locking for a while before he stretches his hand to wipe the cum off my face—but instead, he grabs me. In one swift movement, he flips me, my back hitting the couch, legs in the air like I’m some fuck toy he just unwrapped."Carlo—" I start to say, but he ain't listening. His fingers are already yanking my boxers off like it personally offended him.I don't fight it.He raises both my legs with one arm, his palm still wet with his cum, and then he fucking slides his hand straight into my hole."Did you get wet on both sides from sucking me?" he smirks, that cocky expression that used to piss me off so bad. But now? It makes my stomach twist and burn in a whole different way. Shit, I even blush.Fucking hell, I blush like
Carlo“You told him, didn’t you?”I slam the office door shut behind me, my knuckles already clenched so tight my nails are cutting into my palm. William looks up from his desk, calmly flipping a page in whatever bullshit file he’s pretending to care about. I don’t even wait for him to answer.My fist lands hard across his face.He stumbles back in the chair, almost falling off. A pen clatters to the ground. There’s a beat of stunned silence, then he slowly lifts his head, wiping the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand. He looks at the blood like it’s something fascinating. Like it’s not the fucking least he deserves.“So, that’s how we’re doing this now?” he mutters, finally meeting my eyes. His smirk is irritating. Too calm. Too smug. “Gonna beat me into confessing something I didn’t even do?”“Cut the crap,” I snap. “Don’t act like I don’t fucking know.”He laughs under his breath. That stupid, low laugh that makes my skin crawl. Like he’s the smartest man in the room. Li
Carlo“What the fuck does he want now?”I mutter under my breath, eyeing my buzzing phone like it’s some kind of ticking bomb. My father’s name flashes on the screen. He never calls me just to say hi. If he’s calling, it’s either to bark orders or stir shit. The empire’s been quiet lately, which only means he’s bored and looking for something to fuck with.I roll my neck to the side, trying to ease the stiffness. The weight of documents and board decisions has been piling up for weeks. Normally I push most of it to my secretaries, but today’s work was something I couldn’t hand off. Still, I’m not about to let this phone call ruin my day.I answer the call and wedge the phone between my ear and shoulder while I pack up the last of the files into my briefcase. The clock says 4 PM. Blaze’s training wraps up in an hour, and I promised I’d pick him up. He likes that shit—me showing up for him. I like it too.“Come home now.”That’s all he says. Cold, clipped. No room for questions. The cal
Blaze“You’re staring.”Carlo doesn’t even flinch. He leans against the fence like he owns the damn place, arms folded, sunglasses hiding those eyes that I know are full of heat right now.“You’re showing off.”I snort, adjusting the strap of my helmet as I hop off the bike. Sweat slicks my back, my shirt sticking to me in all the wrong places, but the way Carlo watches me like I’m a damn god? Yeah, I could stay like this all day.“It’s called warming up, old man. You wouldn’t know anything about that since your ass is always parked behind a desk or on top of me.”His smirk curves up, slow and lazy. “You saying I’m outta shape?”“I’m saying your skills are probably rusted as fuck.”A few of the other guys laugh as they roll by. The track is full today—smell of burnt rubber in the air, engines roaring, tires screeching. I haven’t felt this alive in months. And having him here, watching me? Fuck, it does something to me. Twists my gut in the best way.“Wanna test that theory?” Carlo pus
Blaze“You better not fucking burn this place down,” I say, eyeing Carlo like he’s some ticking time bomb with a goddamn lighter in his hand.He just laughs, carrying a couple of shopping bags into the kitchen like he owns the goddamn world. Well, technically he owns this fucking house, so maybe he does.“I ain’t that bad, baby,” he smirks, dropping the bags on the counter like it’s nothing. “I can cook… a little.”“Yeah, fucking right,” I snort, crossing my arms over my chest. “You were raised with a goddamn silver spoon shoved so far up your ass, I’m surprised you even know what a stove looks like.”He chuckles again, that deep fucking sound that rattles straight into my bones. “Then I’ll assist, chef Blaze.”I roll my eyes but I can’t help the way my mouth pulls into a fucking smile. God, I’m a mess for this asshole.As I’m pulling out some veggies to start chopping, he’s unloading shit—meat, pasta, some fancy-ass sauce, even a goddamn bottle of wine. He looks so fucking proud of h
Blaze“You fucking serious right now?” Alexi says, kicking off her shoes and flopping down on the oversized couch like she owns the place.I throw a cushion at her. “Don’t get your nasty feet on my new shit, Alexi.”She flips me off without missing a beat. “Whatever. So you chose the scumbag, huh?”I grunt, dragging my hand through my hair. “I didn’t fucking choose him. It’s my stupid ass heart that did.”Alexi snorts like she doesn’t believe me. And maybe I don’t even believe myself, fuck. I mean, yeah, Carlo’s a manipulative piece of shit. But I seem to fucking enjoy his shit, it’s twisted. That’s the fucking problem.The mansion’s too damn big. Echoes of our voices bounce off the fancy-ass walls like reminders that I don’t even belong here. This whole place—every fucking thing—was bought by Carlo. Because I refused to stay in his goddamn penthouse like some kept little toy. And somehow… this felt less shitty. Like I could breathe here. Like I still had my own space.“You know your
CarloAfter one month of the accident that made Blaze consider my pathetic love, if I had known that was the solution I would have bumped into a tree a long time ago… I am back to the office.“If you don’t give me that fucking hotel, I’m gonna send the second drive to dad. And this one has more than just company shit, Carlo… this one proves you’re fucking a man. The heir to Davenport, the golden boy, the one he’s been grooming since we were kids… balls deep in a fucking guy. Think about that.”That’s how William walks into my fucking office at 7AM.No fucking good morning, not like we have good relationship to say pleasantries anyway, but straight up blackmailing me is fucking insane. Just like him.I lean back slowly in my chair, trying to pretend my head isn’t already throbbing from everything else going on. My jaw clenches, and I force my voice to stay calm even though every muscle in me is screaming to fucking pounce on him.“You’re bluffing.”“Am I?” William smirks, tossing a fla
Blaze“Felix’s drunk ass is at my bar again. You might wanna come get him before he breaks something.”That’s the fucking call I get at 1:34 a.m. Just when I thought this night couldn’t get any worse. I’m lying in bed, staring at the goddamn ceiling, half replaying Carlo’s bullshit from earlier and half trying to pretend I don’t care. But then that call comes in and all my attempts at peace flush straight down the fucking toilet.I drag myself out of bed, throw on whatever hoodie I can find, and head out. It’s not even about wanting to go. It’s guilt. It’s instinct. It’s… fuck, I don’t even know anymore. All I know is, Felix is at his worst, and I’m the only person who probably still gives a damn.By the time I get to the bar, it’s exactly what I expected. Dim lights, sticky floor, music too loud for this dead hour, and Felix slumped at the edge of the counter, head half in a glass, mumbling to himself. His face is flushed, eyes glassy. It’s that mix of broken and belligerent that onl
Blaze“Dude, that bike looks like it was smashed into a rock, the fall was messy,” Alexi continues to rant as we walk to the shop together, but my feet fucking freeze the moment we get to the front.“Woah, what a fucking handsome rich dude, he looks like the wealthy God from Greek. Damn, I suddenly remember I have a working pussy,” she whispers, eyes wide and stuck to the tall figure casually smoking in front of my shop like he owns the place.“What the hell, Alexi… Thought you were the top and you’re not into ‘dicks’?” I ask, forcing a smile, but the truth is, my stomach is in knots, flipping like it’s on crack.“Yeah, but trying it once with that gorgeous figure is an achievement,” she mutters. I don’t laugh. I can’t even move a fucking muscle.Carlo. That stupidly gorgeous bastard. His shirt is slightly open, tattoos on full display, hair slicked perfectly to the side, fucking polished from head to toe like he belongs in a mafia fantasy. His head’s down, so he hasn’t seen us yet, b
Blaze“You actually suck at this. Move. Let me do it.”Alexi snatches the wrench from my hand like I just committed some kind of sacred sin, and I don’t even fight her on it. I step back, wiping sweat from my neck with the back of my hand, watching her lean over the greasy engine like she owns the damn thing.“You know I’m still recovering from rich-boy trauma, right?” I mutter, lighting a cigarette and squinting at her through the smoke. “Three weeks out and I still flinch every time I see marble floors.”She snorts. “Yeah, well, this ain’t no penthouse, sugar. This is grease, fuel, and freedom. Welcome back to the land of the living.”I smirk a little.Three months. That’s how long it’s been since I walked out of Carlo’s place and didn’t look back. Since I shoved every memory, every fucked-up emotion, and every craving for his touch into a goddamn box and tossed it somewhere far away.This new place? It’s loud, rough, smells like gasoline and old tires, and I fucking love it. I open