MasukJuneAs we got to the restaurant, I swing the car door open before either of them can, sidestepping their silent competition. It’s kind of cute in a ridiculous way, watching two grown men hover over who gets to do the simplest thing. My mood swings, though, like a pendulum, because of the text I just got from Lucien. Tomorrow is the last day. The last day I’ll see Hermes if he doesn’t remember me fully.I exhale, pressing a hand to my forehead. The stakes are high, and this “fake” dinner with Ted is now my weapon. I need Hermes to remember everything… especially that he’s going to be a father.At first, Ted’s proposal had thrown me for a loop, but now I see the method in it. And still, I silently pray Hermes doesn’t open his mouth about the… earlier incident. That could ruin the delicate trust I’m building with Ted.I let out a shaky sigh, closing my eyes briefly. When I open them, I see both Ted and Hermes standing right in front of the restaurant door, waiting like two overprotectiv
~Hermes~This has to be some kind of joke. Just moments ago, I’d received the most mind-blowing blow job of my life—from my secretary, my ex secret affair. The one who’d left me for my friend. And now? She wants to keep all of this a secret.And… God. I want to obey her. Not just because there’s a very tangible reward waiting for me later, but because I want to obey her. Every nerve in me screams it.But now—hearing Ted talk about taking her on a date—it doesn’t sit right. The way he’s holding her hand, the closeness between them… I can feel it clawing at my chest.I want to slip the secret out. I want to ruin this little charade. I want to end whatever this is between us, right here, right now.But then her eyes meet mine. Those hazel-brown eyes—piercing, steady, commanding. I freeze. I can’t. I won’t.I let out a long, frustrated sigh. “Yeah… I asked her for help,” I mutter, my voice rough. My gaze drifts to the bed as I throw the towel down, the motion sharp with irritation. “She’
JuneAfter making Hermes come undone in my hands and mouth, we slid down to the tiled floor together, backs against the fogged shower glass. My pulse was still thrumming, his breath still uneven. My head rested on his shoulder as he absentmindedly caressed my arm, his fingers warm, slow, almost… tender.I exhaled softly, letting the quiet settle.“You’re remembering things, Hermes.”I smiled to myself. “I’m glad.”He turned his head toward me, eyes narrowing like he was trying to puzzle out the full picture.“You started this, right?” he asked. “I refused at first but—”I lifted my head from his shoulder, cutting gently in.“Yes. I did. And you agreed.”A small laugh escaped me. “I was so excited back then.”Hermes let out a low chuckle — smug, irresistible, and absolutely on brand.“I know I have that effect on people.”He shrugged, running a hand through his damp hair like he deserved applause.I snorted — loud, unfiltered, amused.Of course he had that effect on me. Back then I pra
JuneWhat the fuck are you doing, June?I kept asking myself that—right up until his question drops between us, dark and heavy.“Did I ever tell you… what I did to Chris?”My hands freeze against his bare back. My eyes narrow before I can stop them.Another recovered memory. Chris. He remembers Chris.This is good. Really good.I’m doing this right.“No… but I figured it out anyway,” I breathe, biting my lip. “I always knew you were the one behind it. Did you—” I swallow, forcing myself to hold his gaze. “Did you love me back then? Like… actually love me? Or were you just body-possessive?”I needed to keep him talking. Keep him remembering. Keep him here, with me, like this.But instead of answering, he grips me harder—lifting me higher, his hands sliding under my ass as if he’s done it a thousand times.“This has happened before, right?” he murmurs, eyes unfocused, almost searching.He ignores my question completely, and the confusion hits me like a wave.But I don’t dwell in it,
~Hermes~Song recommendation: YAD– Vannna Ranielle.Her gaze lifts.I watch the way her eyes widen, the way color crawls up her neck and settles on her cheeks.That look—God—that look alone is enough to rip the restraint out of me.She shouldn’t look at me like that.Not when I’m this close.Not when I’m already fighting myself.I brace both hands on the cabinet above her head, gripping the edges because I need something to hold onto before I reach for her instead.“What?” she stutters, dropping her gaze. “I’m not… thinking about—”She stops.Her eyes are no longer on my face. They’re on my trousers.I follow her stare downwards and inhale sharply, jaw tightening.Of course she can see it.I’m hard—too hard—and there’s no hiding it when the damn hospital pajamas cling to everything.I shut my eyes and shift away from her, trying to breathe through the heat hammering through my blood.“You should leave…”It comes out rougher than I want.Almost pleading.She nods like she’s going to—th
JuneIt takes me an hour and thirty minutes to walk to Hermes's VIP room, not because it's far, but because I'm standing still close to the door.I pray he’s asleep. My chest tightens at the thought of facing him awake—I still don’t know how to answer the questions I know he’s going to ask.He remembers the one-night stand. That changes everything. But… did he love that version of me, or some other version? My stomach twists.I sigh, glaring at the bodyguards who immediately fix me with their serious looks as I stand in front of the door."Can’t I just go check on him?" I snap, crossing my arms, irritated.The bigger one doesn’t speak. He just steps aside, giving me passage.Rolling my eyes, I step inside.He’s sleeping. A wave of relief rushes through me. I move closer, laying gently on the bed beside his, watching his chest rise and fall in slow, steady breaths.My heart aches. I remember his face when Ted told him he wanted a private conversation with me. The thought of it twists m







