All Chapters of Forbidden Pleasures (MxM): Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Fred I stabbed a piece of omelet with my fork and leaned back in my chair, scrolling lazily through my phone. The apartment was quiet, morning sun spilling through the windows and warming my bare feet against the tiled floor. I’d woken up late, skipped coffee out of sheer laziness, and was now regretting it while trying to summon the energy to head out. I shot a quick text to Liam just for fun: Me: We already miss you at the office. When are you and your husband coming back from paradise? I’m dying here. Wendy won’t stop reminding me she has a boyfriend. It’s like a disease. I rolled my eyes at the thought. Wendy’s relationship was the newest running joke in the office — every time her boyfriend called, she’d make a big show of answering with this sugary voice like she was in a Hallmark movie. Every. Single. Time. My phone buzzed a few minutes later with Liam’s reply: Liam: *Sends strings of laughing and crying emojis* I’m so sorry! But don’t worry, I’ll be back soon. But are you

FredThe moment the clock hit closing time, I stood up like a machine—no words, no hesitation. I didn’t even glance Wendy's way. I just started packing my things: laptop shut, notebook into my bag, mug rinsed and flipped upside down. My chest felt too damn tight, and I needed to breathe somewhere that wasn’t here.I had just reached the door when her voice stopped me.“Fred?”I paused mid-step. That sweet, familiar voice always made me stop.I turned around slowly. “Yeah?”Wendy raised an eyebrow, arms folded. “Is it normal now to leave without saying bye to me? Is there a problem between us?”Shit. I rubbed the back of my neck.“No, not at all. Sorry. My mind was just out of it.” I forced a smile. “Bye, Wendy. I’m off.”I turned again, hoping to escape cleanly.But then she said, “How about you join I and Rafael for dinner tonight?”I froze. Literally froze. My bag strap slipped off my shoulder slightly, but I didn’t catch it. My brain was trying to process the emotional grenade she

FredI stared.No—gawked was more like it.How could someone like him... someone that lean, that pretty... be hiding that?I blinked, trying to look away, trying to remind myself that I came here for Wendy, not for... this chaos. Not for this twisted game Rafael was suddenly playing. But his confidence—his smirk—held me there like I was chained to the damn tiles.“What the hell are you doing?” I asked, my voice a little too shaky, a little too honest.And then he said it. So casually, like he was asking me to pass the salt at dinner.“Suck me off and make me come, and I’ll give you Wendy.”My stomach twisted. My thoughts went haywire. He was serious. Dead serious. What kind of guy does this? What guy sells Wendy off with a blowjob?More importantly... why wasn’t I walking away?“Don't worry, I'm not selling her," he said, running his hand through his full curly hair. “I just need my cock blown and if gotten right, I might pursue someone instead.”What the hell was he even saying?“Do

RafaelHave you ever fallen for someone so hard that it starts to feel like gravity?That was Fred.I was just a scrawny first-year in high school when I first saw him — tall, sharp-jawed, cocky in that quiet way. He wore his school uniform like it was made for a fashion magazine, always with one hand in his pocket, the other slung lazily over his backpack strap. His smile? Rare. But devastating.He was already a senior back then — six whole years ahead of me. Practically in a different universe. But that didn’t stop my heart from lunging out of my chest every time he walked past me in the halls.I didn’t exist to him, of course. I was just some background noise. A kid.But me? I remembered everything. The way he once laughed at a teacher’s joke under his breath. The first time I saw him helping a girl carry a broken project to the science lab. The exact shade of blue his collar looked when sunlight hit it during morning assembly.Yeah. It was bad.When high school ended, I figured I’

FredI was still on my knees. My throat burned, and my chest felt like it was getting tighter by the second. I looked up at him, my eyes stinging, full of tears I wasn’t proud of. My whole body was sweaty and shaky. I looked like hell. I felt worse. But more than anything, I was pissed. Really pissed.Rafael just stood there, calm like he wasn’t watching me fall apart. And then he said it.“What are you waiting for? Gulp it down your throat.”He pressed his dick against my bottom lip, and before I could think twice, he pushed it into my mouth. I swallowed around it. Gulped it down like he asked. My jaw ached. My chest still hurt. I pulled back and gasped, wiping my mouth.“Done!” I snapped. “Now give me—give me the antihistamines. Just give it to me!”He nodded like he was satisfied, then stood up from the sofa casually, like we hadn’t just crossed ten lines.I forced myself to stand, even though my knees were about to give out. My body was twitching, hot, sick. I held out my hand. “P