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Jordan: Nothing is Going to Change
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2026-08-27 04:47:32
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The Things We Don't Say Marcus: Just The Two Of Us
Jordan went to his bathroom after that, and shortly after, I heard the water running. Suddenly, he appeared by the door. “Want to have a bath with me?”Nodding, I got out of his bed and sauntered bare feet towards him, shrugging off my pants and boxers before reaching him. His eyes dipped low instantly, lingering there for a few seconds before coming to my face.He looked like he was about to say something, but he decided to perhaps keep it to himself. I followed him in, letting him lead me into the shower. He messed with the knobs for a little bit, testing the water, before motioning for me to get in.The warm water hit my skin, and I smiled instantly, not realizing how much I needed this until now. I caught him watching me, a smile on his lips. “What?” I laughed. “Nothing,” Jordan answered. “It’s just very refreshing to watch you light up at the smallest things.”“It’s warm water,” I said, turning around so the water could run down my back. “It’s not a small thing.”I felt him get
The Things We Don't Say Jordan: Glimpse of Us
It came again, the sense that I shouldn’t be doing this. That if anyone walked in on us right now, the situation would be hard to explain. And it wasn’t just that. It was also the fact that I wouldn’t want to explain. I wouldn’t care.And that scared me more than anything else.Marcus raised his eyes towards mine as if asking for permission, and when I nodded slightly, he pushed my briefs down, my hard dick springing out immediately. The number of times I'd had a raging boner for Marcus had to be studied. At first, I thought I was going insane. And then, later, I stopped fighting it. It was hard not to stroke myself thinking about his flawless features, his perfectly slender waist, and those lips…those lips and what I was about to find out that they could do.He licked his lips slowly, and I almost died there. Marcus hadn't touched me yet, but he might as well have, with the thrill eating me up slowly. My dick was leaking at the tip. It should be embarrassing, but it wasn't. I loved
The Things We Don't Say Marcus: Here With Me
His hands itched to touch every part of my body, and I let him, because there was nothing I could do, nothing I wanted to do. For someone who had never been with a man before, Jordan was doing nothing wrong. His teeth scraped against my collarbone, and I shivered in his arms, a delicious ripple running through me.He pulled me by my tie over to the bed, taking it over my head and tossing the crumpled thing onto the floor, along with my tux and my shirt that soon followed. I was lying on the bed in just my pants, socks, and shoes, while he stood above me, dishevelled from how much my fingers had messed with his hair. “What am I going to do with you?” he muttered, getting on his knees. I watched with a racing pulse as he took off my shoes, one after the other. When he peeled off my socks, I could feel his hands shaking, not in a way that screamed lack of confidence, but rather impatience. I folded my feet underneath my thighs and sat up as he kicked off his shoes, joining me on the be
The Things We Don't Say Marcus: Breaking Point
I thought I’d imagined those words, that there was some innate part of me that was cooking things up just for the fun of it. But when I looked up into those dark eyes of his, I saw it there. And he was waiting. Waiting for something I wasn’t sure I could give.God, I wanted him. Maybe more than I could fathom. But I remembered what happened the last time. I remembered how it ended up being my fault for not telling him I was gay, even if he was the one who’d kissed me that night.It was how we got here. And this was how our barely existing relationship as boss and employee would plummet into the dust.Yet, despite every rationality screaming at me to take a step back and put an end to this, I couldn’t bring my body to obey. It felt like time had frozen in that moment, leaving us both to figure out what we wanted, like it would be fine regardless.I didn't want to think about it that way, but what else could I do when the only thing I heard was the sound of my own heart, beating against
The Things We Don't Say Marcus: All I’m Dying To Do
He looked dangerous, standing there by the window in the living area of his suite. The darkness from the night enshrouded him in their intensity, and the shaded blue of his eyes froze the moment, like a horror movie one never wanted to wake up from. My lips moved. I was going to say something. Yet, they just parted, forced by the hard thump of my heart and my racing pulse. It hurt. That was the only word that could describe how I felt in that moment.I could feel my chest caving in on me, the sharp pain traveling through my frail body. I almost doubled over from how it demanded everything in me. I didn't know why I was reacting this way. I didn't understand what was happening.His eyes still had that focus when they took a step closer to me. I needed to run, to do anything other than stay there and wait for whatever had gotten him that mad to find me too. And then, I saw his hand, the blood dripping from it onto the rug, the shattered glass near his feet. He was still in the tux fro
The Things We Don't Say Jordan: One Snap
A migraine nagged at my head consistently, but what made it worse was the man on the other end of the line. I was standing by the window of my room, my phone pressed against my ear, one hand holding the stem of a wine glass.It was better than scotch, which I was desperately leaning towards right now. “What did you think you were doing?” He yelled so loud that I was certain every single person in our estate back at home could hear him. “I sent you to Spain to represent the Arthur Group, but what did you do? Frolic about and ignore the damn script.”Oh. That.“It’s not my fault that I give better speeches than your shitty assistant or whoever it is you made write that speech,” I said in a bored tone. “They loved it. What is the problem here?”“Your team? Your artiste? Your family is the one team you have, Jordan. Take a look around. If the wealth disappears, do you think those team members will stand by you? And who said you could name Miss. Benita your assistant?”"I did, Dad." Now,
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