Sage I grabbed Kaiden by the wrist, but didn't squeeze, and instead rubbed my thumb over his vein. “Are you sure about this? This isn’t why we came here,” I tried to plead with him one more time. I didn’t want him to be pushed into this but Kaiden shushed me by thrusting his tongue deep inside my mouth, a moan slipped out of my mouth. “I want this with you,” he said. My heart fluttered for all the wrong reasons. This was wrong on so many levels. We only came to comfort him and keep him company. None of this was planned. My lips were too dry to speak, but I was hypnotized by the intensity in his dark eyes, So I leaned forward and left a gentle kiss on his chin as my consent. His eyes were like hot tunnels, inviting me closer but before I could move, the professor stood and approached us with slow, deliberate steps. “How is it going to be? Think you can handle both of us at the same time?” He took off his shirt while asking the question, my mouth watered instantly and you wou
Sage He ripped his cock from my mouth and pushed me so I was laying down, he straddled my face and lodged his cock far inside my throat.I gagged again, tears forming at the corner of my lips while he thrust even more deeply. He was holding my face at an uncomfortable angle to keep fucking my mouth.In. Out. In. Out. Kaiden had no mercy on me, huffing his pleasure, but then his dick pulled out, and I was left with an emptiness in my mouth, so aroused I wanted to hump the nearest pillow."Enough of the foreplay," the professor whispered, I managed to look up at him and his eyes were glazed with pleasure.He was boring a hole in my ass and before my lust soaked mind could consider what that meant, he had rolled me over.Forcing my pants to my knees before bending me on all fours. If I thought I had been hot before, I was burning up like I had been set on fire now.My mouth still ached from Kaiden’s onslaught but I hardly knew that this was going to be easy when I felt the professor rub
Kaiden I woke up to Sage curled into my left side, his breath slow and even, chest rising rhythmically. On my right, the professor was tangled in the sheets, his arm thrown casually across my waist like he’d always belonged there. For the first time in weeks, I didn’t wake up panicked or empty. I woke up extremely happy and content. It’s been a while I felt like this and I like to go ahead and say that I wanted this to last forever. We went at it all night like rabbits, holding each other and whispering sweet nothings. Everything I needed from them, they gave me. The affection and loving I desperately missed was given to me in excess. The professor and I talked afterwards, we just spoke about how happy I was that all of this was behind me. Of course, what Micheal said to me in court really bothered me but there was nothing I could do about it. I could stay and keep looking over my shoulder or I could move on from this. Ethan has gotten his justice and so have I. I looked do
KaidenDue to my words, I met up with them for dinner. The professor insisted on coming to pick me up but I declined.I needed to get there myself. Dinner was at a quiet bistro tucked away on a side street, the kind of place the professor liked, dim lighting, soft jazz, and a menu that read like a love letter to seasonal produce. He was old fashioned so it was expected.Sage had picked it, of course, claiming it was “romantic but not too romantic,” whatever that meant.We sat at a corner table, the three of us, sharing a bottle of red wine that the professor recommended. The conversation flowed easily, starting with light topics, funny anecdotes from Sage’s classes,“You stopped coming to classes. So it was a right guess that you only enrolled because of Sage?”I flushed hard, “yeah but it wasn’t something I was going to admit to you. That would have ruined my plans.”He chuckled and Sage just shook his head at us.“So, you’re back in front of the camera,” the professor said, swirl
SageAfter that night on the balcony, when Kaiden said he couldn't wait to love the professor as deeply as he loved me, something inside me settled. I walked into school the next day with a spring in my step and a quiet, simmering happiness that kept tugging at my mouth in the form of small, secret smiles.Classes dragged longer than usual, but even that didn’t ruin my mood. The moment the final bell rang, I gathered my things and headed straight for work. After the altercation with the intern, I realized that I wasn’t happy working from home. I didn’t bother knocking; I had long since earned the right to walk in like I owned the place.The professor was at his desk, glasses perched low on his nose, tapping away on his laptop. He glanced up when I entered and smiled warmly. “To what do I owe the pleasure, Sage?”I dropped my bag into the nearest chair and sat down across from him, draping my arms lazily over the armrests. “I was thinking,” I started, studying his face for any reactio
It still surprised me sometimes, how natural this all felt. Coming home with the two of them. Talking. Sharing space. Breathing the same still air. Kaiden met us in front because he waited. He was yet to have a key. I haven’t been to my place in a while and I didn’t even care. I was more than content to be here with them, basking in their love and growing with them. We ended up on the couch not long after, our feet tangled beneath a throw blanket, glasses of wine in hand. I couldn’t help but chuckle when I saw Kaiden trying to peel an orange with absolutely no success. “What?” he said defensively, looking up at me with mock irritation. “Not all of us had fancy childhoods where people taught us citrus etiquette.” I raised a brow. “It’s not rocket science. You just press your thumb into the top and here.” I leaned over, took the fruit from him, and began peeling. “You’re hopeless.” He grinned, leaning back against the couch as if proud of himself for getting me to do it. “You love
KaidenThe morning sun cast a golden hue over the city as I slid into the passenger seat of the professor's car. I was more than excited to go out with him. I felt like Sage was always a buffer between us and it felt like he was the one we were hoping to break the ice.This time, I am hoping it will be different. Each time the professor and I spent together, it was mostly filled with us fighting so there was nothing like a good old adventure to set us off.The drive to the construction site was filled with a comfortable silence, punctuated only by the soft hum of the engine and the occasional rustle of papers as the professor reviewed some documents while he drove.Upon arrival, the site appeared deserted. The skeletal framework of the building stood tall against the sky, surrounded by scattered tools and materials left in haste. The professor frowned, noting the absence of his crew."They halted work yesterday," he murmured, scanning the area. "But something feels off. It feels lik
KaidenI couldn’t let this go undocumented."Get that one, too," the professor said behind me, nodding toward a shelf tucked beneath a peeling poster of a lingerie model. "That might be a brand marking."I crouched down and took the shot, my fingers trembling slightly. I hated this. Hated how close we were to it all. Hated that it still smelled like burnt sugar and copper in the air.When I straightened and turned toward the professor, I caught a glimpse of the client's retreating silhouette through the dusty window—he was halfway down the alley now, ducking behind a dumpster.Something about him tugged at me.“I’ve seen him before,” I said slowly.He looked over. “Where?”“I… I don’t know,” I admitted, frustrated. “Something about him feels familiar.”“Could’ve been at one of those parties,” the professor said, his voice cold. “A lot of those clients showed their faces when they thought they were invincible.”I nodded absently, trying to reach into the fog of my memory. There were so
KaidenThe first thing I noticed was the cold. It was so freezing that it not only made me shiver, it seeped inside my bones, pried it open and lived there.I was so numb to my feet? I was momentarily disoriented. My skin prickled against the damp air, and my wrists ached from the rope that cut into them. I couldn’t move. Couldn’t scream. Could barely think over the pounding in my skull.Where the fuck am I?The basement was dimly lit, but even in the low light, I saw machines, tall, humming monstrosities with pipes, valves, and containers, all reeking of chemicals. I didn’t need to be told what this place was. I’d seen enough of this world to know. A lab. A drug operation. But why was I here?I was naked. Tied to a chair. Exposed and humiliated.Fear didn’t come in a wave. It oozed in slowly, like smoke curling under a locked door.Footsteps echoed.I lifted my head, as much as I could, my neck stiff and sore. Desmond walked in like he owned the room, he actually did.I must have be
SageThe words the professor had spoken stayed with me like the aftertaste of something bitter I couldn’t spit out. He wanted to involve the police. He wanted to bring Raines into this. It was as if he didn’t hear a single thing I said, that he couldn’t accept what was right in front of him. Kaiden had left.Again.We stood in the middle of his living room, the air thick with the kind of tension that always came before something broke.I still felt like I needed to say something to him. He had spent the entire car ride grumbling.He didn’t say anything out loud but it was pretty obvious with the way he was clenching his hands on the steering wheel.The second we got home, I cornered him.“You should take it,” I said finally, crossing my arms.He stared at me, baffled. “Take what?”“The truth. Take it. Accept that he’s gone. That this isn’t some elaborate kidnapping or some villain from a noir film dragging him off. Kaiden left. He chose to. You seem to be mad at me for voicing out the
Sage The car ride was dead silent. The only sound was the quiet hum of the engine and the occasional click of the blinker as the professor followed Kaiden’s manager through the streets. I sat in the passenger seat, my legs bouncing, nerves coiling tighter with every turn the black car ahead of us made. The professor’s knuckles were white against the steering wheel. He hadn’t spoken since we pulled out of the parking lot, and I didn’t try to break the silence. It was thick with tension, too thick to cut through with words that didn’t feel entirely useless right now. And I didn’t know what to say to him. Finally, the black car pulled into the driveway of a large, modern townhouse on the outskirts of the city. The place was all sharp edges and sterile lighting. A place for people who wanted to look rich, not feel anything. I knew Kaiden was making money for his manager but I didn’t think it was to this extent. Wow. The professor parked across the street, cut the engine, a
SageI woke up with a tight knot sitting right in the middle of my chest. The apartment was quiet. No sign of Kaiden, and the sun had already climbed halfway through the sky.The sheets beside me were cold. He hadn’t come home last night.Rubbing sleep from my eyes, I wandered out into the living room, expecting maybe a note, maybe Kaiden sitting on the couch eating cereal out of the box like he did when he was too tired to pretend to be put together. But it wasn’t Kaiden I found.The professor sat there, hunched on the edge of the couch, elbows resting on his knees, fingers loosely interlocked. He didn’t even glance at me when I entered.“You’re up early,” I said cautiously, voice still raspy with sleep.His eyes lifted to me. They looked tired, more than tired. Hollow. “Did Kaiden come home last night?”I shook my head. “No. I thought he went to see you. He got your message, didn’t he?”His lips pressed into a line. “I went to his condo. He wasn’t there. I waited. His car was gone.
KaidenMy phone buzzed again.I glanced down at the screen through the strobing lights of the after-party. The text was from the professor. “Are you home?” Something about him checking up tugged at my heartstrings. My chest tightened and I wanted to go home even more.Being here was challenging for me. I wasn’t home. I was at the kind of party that used to thrill me. A rooftop venue in the city, neon lights flickering against polished glasses, expensive perfume clouding the air, and beautiful people, too many beautiful people. Some I recognized from the runway. Others from TV. All of them orbiting around free liquor and someone else’s fame.I would have been delighted to have all these people around me,But none of them looked like Sage.None of them carried themselves like the professor.I leaned against the balcony railing, letting the air hit my face. I didn’t belong here. Not really. Not tonight.Months ago, I would have been thrilled to be here but right now, I wanted to be hom
KaidenThe clink of glassware and soft instrumental music floated through the private dining room, but I barely noticed any of it. My attention was locked on the man seated across from me, Desmond, the so-called sponsor, though I knew better now. He wasn’t just another businessman looking to capitalize on talent. He was the distributor. The puppeteer behind the chaos circling my life.Martin couldn’t stop talking. “You know, this whole thing… it’s a damn miracle. The sponsor paid for the new condo in full. Quietly. No credit checks, no delays. Even Sage’s outfit, hell, the professor’s tux too, he took care of it all. Who does that?”He kept saying all the things that I didn’t want to hear. Didn’t he know that I was terrified?I kept my gaze fixed on Desmond. He smiled faintly, swirling his wine like he had all the time in the world. I didn't trust that smile. It was too smooth, too practiced like everything about him.I was skeptical to be here even though I had no choice. I didn’t w
KaidenWhen we got home, Sage was still trembling in my arms.I guided him gently to the living room couch and sat with him, wrapping the throw blanket from the armrest over his shoulders. He hadn't spoken much since we left the boutique. The only sounds were the occasional hitch in his breath and the way his fingers clutched the fabric of my shirt like he needed something solid to anchor him.He really was scared, I can’t imagine how terrified he must have been. Hearing that so close to him must have pushed him off the edge. I hated seeing him that way.“I’ve got you,” I murmured. “You’re safe now.”He leaned into me, his body slowly relaxing as he drew warmth from my presence.“Kaiden,” he whispered, eyes fluttering. “I don’t understand why this is happening. Why me?”“Because you matter,” I said. “More than you know. And I swear, whoever’s behind this won’t get close to you. Not while I’m breathing.”Eventually, his head dropped to my shoulder, and his breathing slowed. I held him
SageIt was entirely unfair for someone like Amir to be real. Tall, lean, with chiseled features that looked like they belonged on a movie poster rather than in a security file, and a voice that dripped with smooth, practiced calm. He was the kind of handsome that made your thoughts scatter just a little if you looked at him for too long.And I was doing exactly that.“Mr. Amir, right?” I asked, extending a hand, hoping my voice didn’t tremble like my fingers did. “I’m Sage.”He nodded, his grip firm but not overbearing. “I know. It’s a pleasure.”He smiled and I don’t mean the empty kind people give when they’re on duty. It was warm. Polite. And it made my stomach flip in a way I hadn’t expected.But as he turned toward the room, I caught sight of Kaiden and the professor.Both of them were glaring.I blinked.Kaiden’s jaw was tight, eyes narrowed like he was assessing a threat he didn’t like the look of. The professor, arms crossed, stood with the energy of a man who’d already decid
KaidenWhen Martin dropped me in front of the professor’s house. I barely waited for him to drive off before I dug out my phone. My fingers hovered over the screen for a moment before I hit Bryan’s name.He was the only one who was making an attempt to help me right now. He answered on the second ring, his voice calm and clipped, like always.“Kaiden?”“Yeah, it’s me.” I moved to the far side of the room, away from the windows, and lowered my voice. “Something weird’s going on. I need to tell you about it.”“What kind of weird?” His tone sharpened immediately.I told him everything. The prepaid boutiques. The law firm. The condo being bought out. The way no one could or would tell me who was behind it. I could practically hear him frowning on the other end of the line.“You think it’s Sage?” he asked quietly.“No,” I said quickly, too quickly. “I don’t know. I mean—I don’t want to think that. And it’s not the professor either. I know that much. They would tell me if they are trying