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~Hermes~Darkness.Not the peaceful kind. The heavy, endless kind that presses against my chest and makes breathing feel optional.“Hermes, honey.”Natalya’s voice.I turn sharply, my pulse spiking. “Natalya?” My voice echoes, swallowed whole by the void.That’s impossible.Natalya is dead.The thought lands with a sickening clarity. I know this. I remember this. So why is her voice threading through the dark like a hook in my ribs?“Hermes, honey. Come with me.”The words drift ahead of me, coaxing, familiar, wrong.I take a step forward anyway.If this is death, then it’s cruelly accurate—voices from the past, calling me where I don’t belong.Then—“Marcus, son.”My breath catches.I turn.That voice… no. That voice hasn’t existed for decades.“Mother,” I whisper. My throat tightens painfully. “Mom…”If the dead are calling me by name, then this must be it. I must be gone.Did June not sign the consent form? Did I not survive the surgery? Did I leave her alone with our baby?The tho
JuneI call his name before I even realize I’m doing it.“Hermes.”My voice comes out thin, shaking, nothing like me. My fingers are trembling against the edge of the table, my chest tight, my lungs barely working. I don’t know why I look at him first—but I do.And that’s all it takes.Hermes moves.Ted reacts instantly, grabbing his arm. “Hermes—don’t. Calm down. Think—”But it’s too late.I see it in Hermes’s eyes—the moment logic disappears. The moment something raw and feral takes over. He shrugs Ted off like he weighs nothing and steps forward.The room seems to inhale.One of the robbers snaps toward him, shocked. “Hey! Get back to your table!” The gun lifts, aimed straight at Hermes’s chest.My heart slams so hard I think it might tear me apart.Hermes doesn’t stop.He steps in front of me.Fully. Completely.His back blocks my view of the gun, his body shielding mine like it’s instinct, like it’s muscle memory, like he’s done this before even if he doesn’t remember it.“Hermes
JuneAs 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,







