Sage I gingerly sat down on the bar stool at the counter as he went to the kitchen. “So what would you like to eat?” He asked. I chuckled, “you are the one that said you are making dinner for me, I will eat whatever you give me?” He hummed and just started taking things out of the fridge, I just watched. Careful with how I want to approach him. It suddenly occurred to me that I knew nothing about him. “Tell me about yourself,” I said before I could stop myself. I didn’t want to intrude but it looks like we were going to be seeing each other often so it would be good to know stuff. “What do you want to know?” I shrugged, “I don’t know, I don’t know anything about you and I would like to change that.” “Okay… I am thirty seven years old, is that a problem for you?” He turned to look at me, to gauge my reaction. I hoped there was nothing that showed my expression on my face because I wasn’t the least bothered about it. I knew he was a lot older than I was but it wasn’t
Sage"Wrap your lips around my cock, baby."His orders sent me into a weird frenzy and I fisted his dick at the base and stroked it a few times like he did to me back in my house. I couldn’t resist teasing the crown and one of the piercings to test if it felt sensitive.A drop of precum coated my thumb and I was rewarded with the professor’s grunt. So I did it a few more times while I jerked him until his hips lifted off the bed and his delicious noises of pleasure filled my ears.We were barely finished with dinner when I rushed him, I wanted to get my hands on him. He had teased me and expected me to stay still during the dinner.He was talking and asking me about my dislikes but I was not paying attention. Just waiting for him to finish his meal.He wanted to take charge and I shook my head, I told him I wanted to return the favor.I registered and paid attention to every sudden hitch in his breathing, every movement of his hips, and even the goosebumps that erupted on his thighs.
SageI woke up the next morning wrapped in the professor’s arms, I was wrapped around him like a koala. My face was in his neck against his pulse. It grounded me and I refused to open my eyes. For once, the chaos in my head was muted, replaced by the soft rhythm of his heartbeat against my back. There was nowhere else I’d rather be.I yawned, the early morning light streaming through the windows, and turned slightly, blinking awake. That was when I saw him staring at me, his eyes soft but undeniably focused.On my face.A gasp escaped my lips. “What are you doing?” I asked, my voice still scratchy from sleep.He smiled, the corners of his mouth tugging upward in that way that made my chest ache. “Waiting for you to wake up,” he said simply. “I wanted to kiss you good morning.”His words made heat flood my face, and I ducked my head to avoid his gaze. “You’re ridiculous,” I muttered.“Maybe,” he replied, tilting my chin up to meet his eyes, “but you’re cute when you’re embarrassed.”“
SageAfter school, I wasn’t sure what the rest of the day had in store for me. Should I head back to my place or wait for the professor? My gut told me to give him some space. He’d already done so much, taking me to his house, cooking for me, and giving me a glimpse into a version of him I hadn’t expected. Maybe it was time to step back.I didn’t want to overwhelm him just right into whatever we have. He wasn’t needed at work so I wasn’t needed.Although I missed going to work, I just didn’t want to be around him all the time. I know people like him often get tired of people that are clingy.I texted him, “I’m heading back to my place. Let me know if anything comes up.”His response was almost immediate.“We’re going to the office. Something’s come up. I’ll meet you in front of the school.”I frowned at my phone. Heading to the office didn’t sound like a casual suggestion. Whatever had come up must have been serious. I texted back. “I’ll wait for you, but not in front of the school
SageThe second we entered the office building, Clara was already waiting for us near the elevator. She was holding a file in one hand and her phone in the other, her lips pressed into a thin line. The moment the professor walked in, she handed him the file without a word. He opened it immediately, his eyes scanning the pages as he walked briskly toward his office.She lingered behind for a moment, glancing at me with a small, pitying smile. "Here," she said, handing me two steaming cups of coffee. “You’re going to need this. Good luck.”I nodded, taking the cups as she turned and walked off. That didn’t bode well.I guess everyone was on edge because of his mood. My mood had plummeted because he was angry and also because of the picture.By the time I caught up to him, he was already seated behind his desk, engrossed in the file Clara had given him. I shut the door softly behind me, set one of the cups on his desk, and held the other in my hands, waiting for his instructions.I didn
SageI wiped my mouth and stood up, my hair was messed up and my jaw hurt from the size of his cock.He was spent as he slumped slightly on his chair.“Mission succeeded,” I said with a grin.He glared at me but the sides of his lips softened into a smile, “you are something else, Sage.”I shrugged. He looked lighter than before so I could only assume that my job was well done. Now, he could focus on kicking that old geezer’s ass.I looked at the time and sighed, “it’s almost time to leave.”He checked his watch, “come on, I will drop you off.”“Are you not leaving?”He shook his head, “No, I still have some extra work to do. But I will drop you off and come back.”His suggestions touched my heart but I had something to take care of.“No, get to work. I will get home on my own.”“It’s not too much trouble…”“I know that but I kept you from work so it’s only right that I leave you to it. If you need my help with something then don’t hesitate to contact me.”He stared at me for a while
KaidenThe camera flashes faded as the photographer called for a break. My jaw was clenched tight, my entire body taut from holding poses for hours. I grabbed a bottle of water from the nearby table and took a long drink, letting the cool liquid soothe my parched throat.That was when my phone vibrated.I pulled it out of my pocket and unlocked the screen, my eyes narrowing at the message from my PA. There were pictures attached, multiple ones.I clicked on them.The first image was of Sage getting into a familiar black car. I swiped. Another photo.Sage laughing in a coffee shop, sitting across from the professor. Next. A picture of them walking side by side on campus, too damn close. My fingers tightened around the phone as I scrolled through the series, each image making my blood boil.And then the final picture.Sage, stepping into the professor’s apartment building with an overnight bag.I exhaled sharply through my nose, gripping my phone so tightly I thought it might snap in h
SageI was still riding the high of my victory over my bullies. If I could stand my ground against them, then I could handle anything. The power, the confidence it gave me, it thrummed beneath my skin like an untamed current. I went to bed feeling invincible, convinced that things were finally turning in my favor. So much that I forgot about texting the professor that I was going to bed. I figured he was so busy that he couldn’t be bothered with what I was doing.But still, standing up for the first time in my life made me feel more alive than I could have hoped. All my life I have been put down and mocked for how I looked or something they just weren’t happy with. They constantly used me as punching bags to make themselves feel better and I took it because I was weaker than them.But today, I wasn’t weak. I had power over them and I protected what I love. It made me extremely happy.That feeling lasted until the morning.A sharp knock jolted me awake, and I groggily sat up, glancing
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