บททั้งหมดของ Love Finds A Way (MxM): บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Fuck my life. Fuck today to Sunday and back. Fuck Principal Churchill’s boyfriend for being such a blind dunce. Choking my steering wheel and gasping in horror, I gripped the steering wheel tight, weighing the gravity of what I’d just done. Shit. Shit. SHIT! The hunk of a man sprawled in front of my jalopy, eyes closed and unmoving didn’t leave any room for doubt. I’d single-handedly sabotaged and ruined my last shot at a career prospect. Worse still, I’d become a murderer. Oh god. Ignoring my fight-or-flight adrenalin probing at me to hit the gas, assume an alias, flee to Mexico and change my name to Rico, I reluctantly got out of the car and trudged to the body still lying stiff on the floor. I knelt beside it, dipping my head to listen to his faint heartbeat. How was I ever going to pay for the funeral? Was there a chance he would live if I rushed him down to the hospital? Principal Churchill was going to kill me. Everyone couldn’t help but be up to date with Principal Church

Here's all you needed to know about this sickening city known as Todos Santos: It's a glossy dot on a world map, but with an influence as big as the size of an elephant, hence it's home to most of the egoistical, wealthy, and entitled teenagers in the world with bank accounts larger than the whole of America. Backed by Principal Churchill's threat to have me fired, the students knew I couldn't fail them. Aside from losing this job, their parents had more than enough billions to strip me of my citizenship and banish me to Neptune where I'd freeze to death. These kids took advantage of the tight spot I was in, doing whatever crap they wanted in class, not much to my surprise though. I expected it.But two days after the incident with Principal Churchill and her darling son, things turned around for the better.I taught all six classes, and the first five of the day had the students so comported and attentive, I began to wonder if they'd been brainwashed or hypnotized to be that calm. Kno

Ryan suddenly became rigid, his stare potent enough to nip my neck in half as he crooned in a somewhat robotic voice. “Because,” he said slowly, his soft pink parting as he drank me in. “It's my wish to fuck a male teacher before I go play for NHL, and you Mr Samuel... you're the chosen one.” Stunned, surprised, confused, all but morphed into one dangerous feeling that clawed at my guts, pooled in between my quivering thighs and sparked in my glassy eyes. I was beyond mad. Scooting my chair backwards blindly, I loomed over him with a sneer that contrasted with the sheer delight in his eyes on how his revelation had riled me up so bad. It took all I had in me not to punch him on the face right there. “My deepest apologies, Sir Ryan.” I managed in the calmest tone I could muster yet I could tell he could hear the rage rippling underneath. “I haven't enough brain cells to understand exactly what you're driving at, but to the best of my knowledge it seemed you're looking for every opport

“What the hell!” Ryan hissed as he tumbled onto the smelly, red-carpeted floor of my room. I dove out from the sheets in fear, eyes narrowing in the realization of what I'd just done. Oh shit. “Oh shit, that's right,” Ryan growled, standing up. I shrank underneath his stare, but then again who really was the eldest in the room? “What the hell did you do that for? You could've broken my waist.” “I'm sorry...it was just... your fingers, three at once... it's too much, you were basically splitting me in half!” “Well, newsflash: my dick is more effective than my three fingers combined so you bloody better get used to it 'cause I'm not leaving this room without fucking you. I would've done it slow and sweet but you kept me waiting. The consequences? Rough and mean. Get on that bed right now with your head turned down and spread that booty like a whore. My whore.” he ordered, his signature smirk not at all matching the hardness of his eyes. “Now. Mr. Sam.” “No,” I replied flatly, a sud

The days that followed were filled with loads of chain orgasms, kiss bites, and ass squeezing in old storerooms and deserted classrooms. A whirlwind of bliss and grave consequences, addictive lust. How I survived my prickling conscience was not to dwell too much on the moment but to bask in how pleasurable and wrong it felt. I didn't allow myself to think about how my actions would paint a gory future, not just for me but for the air-headed kid who still had a lifetime of dreams and college football to get to. Getting more and more tied up with family dinners and football practice, Ryan found other creative ways to stick around after school each day and spend time with me. I never knew how he did it, since Principal Churchill was obviously getting suspicious of his movements and passed me the stink eye each time I walked out of the school block three hours after dismissal. I swear, she was up to something. Or she knew something. Either way, I couldn't bring myself to care right now. W