LOGINI scoffed in disbelief, running my hand through my hair. “You’re unbelievable. You must really think my world revolves around you, huh? Like I have no life outside of entertaining you?” I asked, tilting my head now. “Well, I’ll let you know that you’re wrong. And I don’t give a shit whatever happens with you. You’re just a client at the club I work in, nothing else. Thankfully the one month you paid for has already expired, at least we don’t have to see each other’s faces anymore.” I concluded firmly, attempting to walk past him, but he blocked my path. His shadow towering over me now. “Now you’re just overreacting. It’s not a big deal. I had other priorities that simply required my attention,” he said flatly. A soft laugh escaped me as I rubbed my temple. “Of course you do. You’re a businessman after all.” I paused, my pulse already rising. “You don’t owe me any explanation, sir. As a matter of fact, I don’t need one. Like I said, whatever business we have, it’s done and gone
The exhibition was set to kick off around 12pm, so by 11am I was ready. I did everything like Jamie suggested with the outfit. This was a big deal for me, so I didn’t mind skipping classes for a day. All through the drive down to the venue, I was on edge. My fingers drummed nervously on the steering wheel, other times my knuckles tighten involuntarily on the wheel. Everyone knows that private exhibitions by famous artists are mostly attended by the crème de la creme of the society. The industry’s biggest tycoons. Those with a keen eye for art. So if anyone had told me I’d have the opportunity to attend one myself, I would never have agreed. I found a parking space, parked the car and got out. “Invitation please,” the security at the entrance asked. I reached into my pocket, and brought out the invitation. After glancing at it, he returned it to me, with a curt nod. “Welcome Mr Hayes. Please step right in,” he said, moving aside. I thanked him and walked inside. My mouth fell in aw
I laughed, tilting my head backwards. “You’re so nosy, Jamie. You know that, right?” He simply shrugged, like that was something he was used to hearing. “Anyways, I didn’t mention anything because there was nothing to tell. I went over to his place, he took the plug out, end of story.” His hands flew over his mouth, eyes widening. “You went over to his place? When? What’s it like? Why didn’t you tell me?” he inquired, gripping my hand firmly. “At this rate, I’d probably pass out before I answer your question,” I said, looking at his hand on my arm. Instantly he released it. “Well, I didn’t say anything because it wasn’t important. And like I said, there’s nothing to tell. So can we just drop it?” I asked, as the ache returned, while I stood and headed to the kitchen. He didn’t say anything, not until I returned with a bottle of water. “You liked him, didn’t you? Don’t even bother denying it, I can see it all over you.” I took a sip of the water before dropping it on the tab
Nick’s POV I’ve longed for him ever since. Ever since that night, ever since he took the butt plug out, ever since he stopped, it felt like a huge void was left empty in my heart. I almost begged him to continue, a stupid, horny, messy part of me wanted him to continue, but before I could speak he walked out. And now, he hasn’t been to the club in over a week. I kept searching for him among the sea of hungry faces every night, but he wasn’t there. He was never there. After the first few days, I thought maybe he was busy and would eventually turn up. But as the days stretched by, the tiny hope I was holding onto snapped, and that’s when I realized maybe he was avoiding me and didn’t want to see me. So I decided that I was going to distract myself and tried not to think about him. Tomorrow was the art exhibition, one I’ve been looking forward to as soon as I got the invitation a few weeks back. I had nothing appropriate to wear, so I talked to Jamie about it and he agreed to drop
I didn’t confirm the meeting reservation with Nikolai because I knew my day was going to be packed. I had a series of meetings and presentations which would inevitably take longer than necessary, so I just figured whenever I was done, I'd let him know. Anything relating to the organization, truce meetings, it was conducted on neutral grounds. But if it was something personal, that took place in a more secluded place.“Have you given him the location for the meeting?” I asked Stefan, just as I returned back to the office after wrapping up my last meeting.“Yes I did. I set the meeting for 4pm. That should be enough time for you to go home, freshen up and head back out. Since it’s nothing formal, you can take your time,” he replied, glancing up at me, before his eyes went back to the tablet in his hands.“And what about the clients flying in for the presentation tomorrow? Have you confirmed their reservations?” I asked again, leaning back against the chair now.He nodded. “Yes I have. M
Alessandro’s POV I watched as he hurriedly scrambled to his knees in obedience. I expected him to object, but he didn’t. Rather, his eyes stayed pinned on me the entire time. Hungry and desperate. I slowly slid my thumb into his mouth, watching the way his lips parted willingly, while he sucked on my thumb longer than I expected. When he stopped, I lifted my thumb back to my lips, tasting his saliva. Almost like the gesture rattled him, his hands were on my trousers next. Unbuckling and pulling my zipper down. I saw the way his eyes gawked at my cock hungrily, the way he ran his fingers from the top, touching it, feeling it, like he wanted to be sure it was real. Then he pulled down my shorts, and my cock sprang free. Thick, hot, and dripping with precum. I saw the excited look in his eyes, as he slowly ran his tongue around the tip. I moaned softly, as a shiver raced up my spine. I reached down and tugged firmly at his hair, tilting it backward. “Eyes on me,” I commanded, in







