تسجيل الدخولJunior would not stop crying.The sound had long stopped resembling ordinary fussiness. It had become strained. Weak. Tiny gasps between cries that made Lena’s chest tighten every single time.She paced the playroom downstairs with him pressed against her shoulder, one hand rubbing his back while the other supported the back of his head.“It’s okay… it’s okay, baby…” she whispered for what felt like the thousandth time that night.But Junior only whimpered harder.His little body felt warm against hers. Not feverish. Just exhausted.Lena herself was barely holding together.Her hair was tied into a loose knot that had almost fully unraveled. The oversized shirt she wore had food stains near the collar from earlier in the evening. Her eyes burned from lack of sleep and stress.She hadn’t properly rested in days.Junior’s surgery delay had already shattered her nerves enough, and now this.Another cry tore from him.Lena shut her eyes briefly before reaching for her phone on the table.
The office was too quiet.Too still.Leo stood near the desk trying to steady his breathing while Antonio shoved scattered documents back into place with hands that still trembled faintly.After their breakdown, after the moment they shared, they couldn’t find the right words to fill in the void.So it was just awkward silence.Leo adjusted the collar of his shirt again even though he had already done it three times. His lips still felt swollen. His body still burned with the memory of Antonio’s hands, still burned with the need to bury himself inside Antonio over and over and over.Antonio looked worse. His hair was slightly disheveled despite his efforts to smooth it back. His shirt had been buttoned wrong the first time and Leo had to fix it because Antonio’s hands refused to cooperate properly.And even now Antonio kept looking at him. Like he couldn’t stop.Leo exhaled slowly and dragged a hand over his face. “We should’ve waited before opening the door.”Antonio’s mouth twitched
“But me?” Leo giggled underneath his breath, the sound holding no humor. “I tried… I fucked a lot of women trying to forget you.” Antonio’s jaw tightened.Leo smiled faintly at the reaction. “There he is.”“Don’t,” Antonio warned.“You hate hearing that?” Leo asked. “You hate knowing somebody else touched me?”Antonio’s fingers curled harder against the desk.“Yes… I fucking hate it! So shut the fuck—”Leo groaned and pushed another deep inch inside him.“Fuck—!”“That’s it,” Leo soothed, even while deliberately tormenting him. “Feel me, baby.”Antonio’s entire body shook.Leo’s voice was poison. Pure poison.And Antonio had been addicted for years.“I’d touch them,” Leo continued, voice husky with memory and bitterness alike. “And all I could think about was you.”Antonio squeezed his eyes shut. “Leo…”“I’d kiss them and get angry because they didn’t sound like you.”Another thrust.Deeper.Antonio’s breathing splintered.“They didn’t look at me like you do.”Another inch.“They did
It was messy.It was too good.It was everything Leo and Antonio both wanted.Lube trickled down Antonio’s ass crack, dropping onto his balls and down his thighs as Leo finger fucked his hole.His muscles twitched without stop.The torture was so painful yet so pleasurable.Once Leo was satisfied with how stretched Antonio was, he retrieved his fingers, reveling in the cries of protest Antonio let out at the loss.“You’re so impatient, baby,” Leo breathed as he rubbed his slippery cock along Antonio’s ass. “Relax for me… let me in…”Leo pushed in slowly. Painfully slowly. Every inch felt deliberate.Antonio’s fingers dug into the edge of the desk, knuckles drained of color as his head fell forward with a broken sound trapped somewhere between a gasp and a moan.The moment the head of Leo’s cock breached him properly, both of them shuddered.“Fuck…” Leo hissed under his breath.Antonio let out a trembling cry, his body tightening around him on instinct.“There you are,” Leo whispered,
Everything on Antonio’s desk crashed to the floor.The glass ashtray shattered, echoing across the room. Stacks of files scattering across the floor.A bottle of whiskey tipped over, spilling across the polished wood before dripping steadily onto the carpet.They didn’t care.Leo shoved Antonio backward onto the desk hard enough to force a rough breath out of him, and then he was kissing him again.Hungry.Messy.Desperate.Antonio gripped Leo by the waist, dragging him closer between his spread legs as their mouths crashed together with reckless urgency.Every bit of their restraint snapped at once.Their teeth knocked together.Leo cursed against Antonio’s lips, fingers already fumbling with the buttons of Antonio’s shirt.Antonio laughed softly into the kiss, breathless from it.“You’re ruining my shirt,” he mumbled. “Good.” Another button popped free.Antonio’s hands slid beneath Leo’s shirt, palms spreading against warm skin, and the contact nearly drove him insane.God, he miss
Antonio’s office overlooked the sea.From the tall glass windows stretching from floor to ceiling, the evening sky bled gold into darkening blue, the last rays of sunlight bouncing off the water below. Usually, the view had a calming effect. Usually, it helped Antonio think.Today, it did nothing.Smoke curled from the cigarette between his fingers as he leaned back in his chair behind the desk, eyes fixed on the security footage paused on the monitor before him.Lena’s estate.Lena stepping out of her car the previous night.Julian barely conscious beside her.The doctor arriving later.The doctor leaving this morning.Julian never leaving.Antonio exhaled slowly through his nose before finally looking toward Leo, who sat across from him with one leg crossed over the other, fingers drumming faintly against the armrest.“Do you think it’s working?” Antonio asked.Leo glanced up. “Julian’s little stunt?”Antonio hummed.For a moment, Leo didn’t answer. His gaze drifted toward the pause
The door shut behind Rose and Julian with a muted thud.The room was quiet in a way that felt deliberate, insulated from the pulse of the club below. Thick curtains blocked out the city lights. The faint hum of the building’s systems was the only reminder that the night outside was still alive.Jul
The roar of congratulations had settled slightly, and now Lena was with her father, speaking to a few of his friends who attended his birthday party.They spoke of everything and nothing at the same time. Some of the men spoke mostly of Lena’s beauty and carriage and the way they’d like her to meet
The night was truly worth every bit of Lena’s time. Physically, at least. Emotionally, however, she felt hollow. Empty. So empty that she in fact began to wonder why she had easily succumbed to sexual temptation.Was it because she was jealous of the chemistry between Rose and Julian? Lena asked he
Lena returned home hours ago, but as the sun began to set and night fell, she began feeling guilty about how she had left her lunch with Jack.Which led to picking up her phone and dialing his number.Jack answered on the first ring. Though the act made it seem as though he was eager, he did not sa







