MasukEliana’s POV“Oliver? Drugs?” I asked, trying to wrap my head around it. Sure, Oliver was a mischievous brat and a spoiled kid. But he had never struck me as the kind of person to involve himself in drugs and other related vices. Maybe sexual harassment, cheating and the likes, but not drugs or smoking weed.“Drugs, Eliana,” Annabelle answered. “And obviously not for medical purposes. He was caught with a mouth-dropping amount of cocaine some days ago. It’s so bad that the cops are involved. That’s all the whole school is talking about. You know Emerald loves a good scandal.”“Like mine,” I added, saying what she was afraid to say.“Yeah. I was so surprised when the whole thing happened.”“You were there?”She nodded proudly. “I saw the whole thing go down. I was just leaving the faculty when I spotted campus security approaching him and his friends who were also at the front of the faculty. I didn’t hear their conversation but from what I could tell, Oliver consented to being searche
Eliana’s POV I felt an overwhelming flow of relief as I opened the door to see Annabelle standing there. I threw my arms around her, hugging her the way she always did to me. Her hair was a little bit wet but I was more concerned about my joy about seeing her than that. In her embrace, I found the comfort that I’d been looking for ever since I spoke with Andrew the previous day. Her hands came up to my back, patting me gently. “Hey. Good to see you too. Missed me so much, didn’t you?”“Shut up,” I mumbled against her shoulder.Annebelle laughed, rubbing her palms in circles around my back. The night before, I’d gotten on a call with her and told her everything that happened, from losing my job and the drama that happened with Susan, to the unexpected incident with Carmen and Andrew. And she’d offered to come over right after but the heavy rain that chose that moment to start falling had prevented that. Even now, the rain was still falling, pattering down on the windows.Hearing voic
Derrick’s POV“We need to talk,” I said to Susan as I stepped into the living room.It was 10 a.m on a weekday but, for some reason, she was seated on the couch and watching television. From what I saw on the screen, I could see that it was one of her soap operas I never understood what she gained from always watching.“Susan, we need to talk,” I said in a louder tone as my first statement went without response. Although the noise coming from the television was loud, I knew it wasn’t the reason for her ignorance. Yet again, she didn’t respond. Rather than repeat myself for the second time, I walked over to the glass table in the middle of the living room and grabbed the remote. Susan’s full attention was turned on me as soon as I hit the power button and the television went off.Holding out her hand to me, she said, “Hand over the remote, Derrick.”“Not until we talk,” I said firmly. She let out a soft chuckle. “How nice of you to finally want to talk to me. I always used to be the
Eliana’s POV I blamed Derrick for what happened, and at the same time, I also didn’t blame him. I blamed him because I was sure there were better ways he could have handled his shit with Susan that would totally erase any hope that she could still fight for him. Just like there had also been opportunities for him to handle Oliver before things went down the way they did. But Derrick being Derrick, he had fucked the whole thing up. Why I didn’t blame him was because I'd seen how intent Susan was on trying to come between us. Not that that did anything to mitigate the extent of my surprise and my shock about her recent actions. But if Derrick had been adept at handling things like he was supposed to in the first place, then we wouldn’t be where we were today. My phone rang as I was on the elevator ride up but I didn’t bother to check it, knowing that it would be him calling. He was the last person I wanted to talk to at that moment. When I got to the apartment, I met it locked, to my
Derrick’s POVAll my senses became on high alert as my gaze landed on the man in the doorway. My hands immediately went down to cover my member and I took a protective stance in front of Eliana.“What the fuck?” I said, both in anger and surprise. That was before recognition flashed in my eyes. The brown-eyed intruder was Victor, the agent in charge of the house. He stayed rooted to the spot, his eyes first registering shock, then what I could only term as amusement.The perverted bastard made no attempt to give us our privacy. Instead, he kept his eyes glued to us as he walked further into the room. “Sorry, to interrupt but I’m going to need you two to get dressed,” he said in an annoyingly casual manner. “Someone else is here to check the house too.”“What?” I threw him a puzzled look. “Someone is–“I cut him off harshly. “Yeah, I heard you. But what–“The rest of my sentence remained in my mouth as another figure walked through the doorway. My jaw went slack as Susan came to an ab
Eliana’s POV “I want you, Derrick,” I said, reaching between us in search of his cock. “I want you now.”I found it easily, running my hand lightly over the length. Enjoying the way it affected his breath, I did it again, curling my hand around it. I was still yet to recover from the effects of his mouth and his fingers, but with his dick in my grip, I only found myself wanting to feel that way again. He was so huge in my hand that I could have sworn that he had grown bigger since the last time I’d been with him. That was over two weeks ago, when I’d given him a handjob in his car. I could remember him returning the favor right after. “Oh, fuck,” he groaned. “You’re going to make me cum quickly if you continue doing that.”I was still rubbing my hand on his cock, just like I’d done that day. I withdrew it as soon as he made his statement, not wanting him to burst before giving me what I wanted, needed. “Fuck me now.” I enclosed my hand around his cock again, but only because I want







