The music from the speakers were loud enough to stop me from hearing myself think. I stayed close behind as Rita and Nico led the way.
Rita had made sure that we were dressed impeccably and that really boosted my mood. At least I was not looking like the way I’ve been feeling. Rita herself looked really beautiful tonight and I noticed that Nico had not taken his eyes off her once. He was definitely smitten. “Come on, let’s go grab a few drinks!” She yelled as loud as she could and I followed them to the bar. Three shots of vodka were presented to us and we made sure to down the contents at the same time. The warm liquid burned my chest as it traveled down my body. It felt good nonetheless. “Let’s go dance!” Nico and I were already being dragged to the almost crowded dance floor before either of us had the chance to object. It was such a relaxing feeling; having the time of your life with your best friends in a room full of strangers. It made me laugh and let the music take over. It felt nice to not be so sad anymore even if this was nothing but a temporal relief. I only stopped dancing and made my way to the bar when I noticed that Nico and Rita were now dancing with each other. She was grinding on his pelvis while his hand stayed glued around her waist. I was not so sure but I could have sworn i saw Rita quickly place a pill on her tongue right before she kissed Nico. Whatever was going on, I just prayed that nobody got pregnant. “Here alone?“ I hear a deep voice ask me as soon as I settled down on the bar stool. I turned to see a six foot, inarguably handsome man. His eyes seemed to sparkle against the club lights and he had a smile that made me want to melt. He looked older than me. Perhaps, he was in his thirties. He definitely looked a lot better than a lot of men his age. “I….well, um…,” I had to quickly collect myself, “No. I came with some friends” I managed to answer. How was a complete stranger making me so nervous and tongue tied? He sat next to me and I took in the scent of his perfume. This man smelt so fucking delicious. “And where might your friends be?” He asked, he never broke eye contact with me. “I think they might be making out on the dance floor” “And you?” “What about me?” “What do you intend to do with the rest of your night seeing as your friends seem to be having their own fun” The plan was to meet new, sexy people and vibe. Now i was with a new, sexy stranger and all i wanted to do was hide in a hole. Why did he have to be so intimidatingly handsome? “I really don’t know” He smiled at me and took a sip of his drink. “What’s your name?” He asked me. “Alex Mongroove” I replied and shook his hand. “You have a beautiful name, Alexander” “Tha…Thank you” The way he said my name, something about it was so hot. Not to mention the way he kept looking at me. “Can I ask you something?” “Go ahead” he replied. “Could you fuck me?” I blurted out, “My boyfriend just dumped me for a chick and I really feel like shit and….” “You want me to wrap my hands around your neck while I keep making you cum?” How could he say that with a straight face? “Ye… yes” I managed to say. He sipped on his drink and seemed to ponder on my request. Meanwhile i was starting to feel a bit embarrassed. He took out a piece of paper and wrote down an address and passed it to me. “That’s my hotel room number. If you’re sure that you really want this, come and find me” With that, he got to his feet and walked away. An hour after he had left, I booked a taxi headed for the Regrey hotel a few blocks away. I texted Rita and Nico my location when I couldn’t find them anywhere. I was certain they were having sex. After being dropped off by the taxi, I was directed to the room where the mystery man stayed at after he had confirmed with the front desk that he was expecting me. He opened the door after the second knock and I was let in. The room was large and well furnished. The interior decor gave it a calming appeal. However, with the lights dim and the man standing in his bathrobe, it felt more sensual if anything. “You know,” I began nervously attempting small talk, “You never told me your name” “Take off your clothes” he commanded and I froze. “What?” He sat down and poured himself a drink. “I told you to take off your clothes, Alexander” I felt small under his gaze and began to unbutton my shirt. “Slowly” He said. With shaky hands, I obeyed. “Look at me while you take it off” Was he serious? I felt my leg shake from nerves but I did my best to do as I was told. I held his lustful gaze as I took off my shirt, my trousers and finally my underwear. In no time, I was standing naked before him and he just watched me; a word had not left his lips. Finally he got up and walked to me with his glass of wine in his hand. Slowly, he poured the wine all over my body and before I could react, he had begun licking it off me. My body shivered as his tongue made contact with my bare nipple. He used it to trace my neck, his hand grabbing my ass before finally whispering in my ear. “You said that you wanted me to fuck you?” He asked. “I….i do” “You will address me as Sir,” he grabbed my throat and applied just enough pressure to make me forget any decent bone left in my body, “Do you understand?” “Yes, Sir” I replied. “Good. Get on your knees Alexander” I obeyed immediately and watched him loosen his bathrobe. Before me was a man with a body that can only be described as a work of art. His cock, all 8 throbbing inches of it stood inches away from my face. It looked so delectable, I wonder how it was going to taste. “Are you going to keep me waiting, Alexander?” He asked, his eyes boring into mine. I opened my mouth and began sucking on the tip of his cock. Making sure to let a fair amount of saliva run down his length so it could make stroking him a lot easier for me. I closed my eyes as I began to take more of him into my mouth but he slapped my face so I could open my eyes and see how good I was making him feel. He moaned loudly as I kept sucking him off. I found myself mentally comparing his dick to Julius’ dick. This was way bigger. How could one person be so freaking hot? He grabbed a handful of my hair, pulling my mouth off his cock. “You said you wanted me to help you forget about your little breakup?” He stooped to my level and stroked my face, “Let me give you something to remember.115[ALEX'S POV]Cheers erupted from our friends as I knelt with him, pulling him into a fierce, breathless hug. The applause from Nico, Rita, Marilyn, and Mathew was thunderous, a joyous sound of love and support. We kissed, and in that moment, all the pain of Heldon, all the long, lonely nights in Australia, all the uncertainty of our future simply dissolved. It was just us, in a circle of love and celebration, finally home and finally whole. The ring felt impossibly light and impossibly heavy all at once on my finger.As our lips parted and the cheers reached their peak, the doorbell rang.The sound was a jarring, discordant note in the symphony of our joy. Marilyn, bless her heart, bustled to the door. I saw her open it to a girl who couldn't have been more than seventeen or eighteen. She was pretty in an unassuming way, with kind eyes and long, brown hair. She wore a simple, functional backpack and looked lost, a little out of place, and entirely unfamiliar."Hello dear," Maril
[Four years later....]The descent into the familiar sprawl of Los Angeles felt surreal. For four years, our lives had been framed by the endless blue of the Pacific from a different hemisphere, the sun rising on a new day while America slept. Now, the sprawling grid of city lights below us was a promise, a beacon of a life we had worked so hard to reclaim. I felt Tristan’s hand tighten around mine, his thumb tracing a slow, steady pattern on my knuckles."Home," he whispered, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through me.I just nodded, my throat tight. The last time we had left, it had been an escape. A frantic, humiliating flight from a life that had been ripped to shreds. The scandal that had consumed Heldon University—and our lives—had forced us to rebuild from the ground up. Tristan had lost his job, his reputation, his life's work. I had lost my scholarship, my future, and the trust of my friends that I had thankfully managed to regain before we left.Australia had been ou
The sleep that had swallowed me was a heavy, dreamless blanket, a welcome oblivion from the crushing weight of reality. I woke slowly, the morning light filtering through Tristan's curtains feeling foreign and soft. The house was quiet, but as I made my way to the living room, I heard hushed voices.My heart immediately seized with panic. Tristan? Was he on the phone with his lawyer? With the university? I rounded the corner, expecting to see him pacing, but stopped dead in my tracks.Sitting on the sofa, looking small and exhausted but undeniably real, were Rita and Nico. Wait, how? Is this a dream? What were they doing here?Oh no, they came here to give me more of a tongue lashing? Well, I'm not going to stay and let that happen. I turned to run back into my bedroom when I heard his voice.Nico looked up first, his eyes wide with relief. "Alex," he breathed.Rita just stared, her face a complicated mess of shame and relief. I felt my legs quake under me but I fought to keep steady
The tranquil elegance of Samantha's home had been a temporary haven, but her words had been a catalyst. I drove away, my mind no longer held any resentment.In its stead was a storm of guilt and regret. Alex. Nico. My two best friends. I had turned my back on them when they needed me most, all because of a truth I had completely misunderstood. Even if I had misunderstood it, I was right to be angry. Tristan had broken my sister's heart but he had done his best to make up for it with her and had given her a shot at happiness.Samantha had let go of the anger and pain that I was still stubbornly holding on to all these years. It was the reason that Alex must have been so scared to tell me the truth about what was happening.I thought back to the way that I had come at him that day. The awful names that I had called him. It made me flinch the more I dwelled on it. I was angry and I had said some very cruel things.I wish I could take them back.I wish that I could take care of Alex now.
The dorm room, the campus, my friendships—it all felt like a battlefield. The only person I could think to go to was my sister, Samantha. I drove to her house, a sprawling, modern-gothic marvel tucked away in a quiet, tree-lined neighborhood. My own family's wealth meant I was used to this kind of luxury, but Samantha's home was a masterpiece of taste and refinement. At least that was how I felt. Our mother, on the other hand, felt it was too morbid.It reminded her of a horror movie and she hated it. Samantha didn't care about our mother's feelings. She liked to do what she liked.As I walked up the marble steps, past the impeccably manicured lawn and the fountains that whispered rather than splashed, my chaotic emotions felt completely out of place. The floor-to-ceiling windows seemed to look out on a world of perfect order, and the air inside smelled of expensive lilies and quiet wealth. It was all so serene, a stark contrast to the storm raging inside me.I found Samantha in her
The quiet of the house felt deafening, usually it would have been punctured by laughter and stories but not today.Today, we were dragged into the storm that our lives had become all of a sudden. Alex was asleep, finally, a deep, heavy quiet emanating from the bedroom. I’d watched him collapse onto the bed, pulling the comforter over his head like a child seeking shelter from a monster. I had said nothing. All I could do was watch from the doorway.His raw pain, the way he’d flinched from Nico, the primal scream he’d let out at Caleb—my Alex. My poor darling was utterly shattered and it was all because of me.My own email, the cold, curt termination notice, felt like a branding iron against my skin. Professor Tristan Walker. Archeology Department Head. Gone. Just a few lines of corporate jargon, severing years of dedication, research, and passion. It was swift, brutal, and completely absolute. The university, in its infinite wisdom and self-preservation, had acted with ruthless ef