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AlastairMy phone had been silent for the past hour, sitting on the mahogany nightstand in my borrowed bedroom.I'd changed out of the expensive suit from the fundraiser into silk pajamas, but I still felt like I was wearing a costume that belonged to someone else.The call came just as I was settling into the king-sized bed."Hello?"The silence on the other end stretched for a heartbeat too long, then that familiar voice came through the speaker, "Alastair."My name on his lips sent an unwelcome shiver down my spine, and I found myself gripping the phone, "How did you get this number?"The question came out sharper than I'd intended, but I was past caring about politeness. Kyren had forfeited the right to courtesy,"Does it matter?" His voice carried that familiar arrogance, the casual dismissal of boundaries that had always infuriated me."It matters to me. I didn't give you permission to—""You had your mouth on my cock three hours ago," he interrupted, "I think we're past worryi

New beginning

AlastairI woke up to the soft knock on the door. "Come in," I called, expecting one of the household staff with breakfast or fresh towels.Instead, Luciano entered carrying a manila folder and wearing an expression I couldn't quite read. He was already dressed for the day in another perfectly tailored suit, his dark hair still damp from a shower, looking every inch the successful businessman rather than the dangerous criminal I knew him to be."Good morning," he said, settling into the chair beside my bed. "I hope you slept well.""Well enough." I sat up against the headboard, suddenly aware that I was wearing nothing but the silk pajama pants he'd provided. "What's in the folder?""Your future." He handed me the manila envelope, "Or at least the beginning of it."I opened the folder to find a collection of documents, employment contracts, tax forms, and benefit enrollment paperwork: Serrano Creative Studios."A job?" I looked up at him in surprise. "You found me a job?""Reception

Who I know

AlastairFor the first time in weeks, I felt like I could breathe.The job itself was exactly as advertised, answering phones, scheduling appointments, managing the front desk operations for a team of graphic designers and multimedia artists. My colleagues were friendly but professionally distant.It should have been perfect. It should have felt like freedom.Instead, I found myself waiting for the other shoe to drop.The feeling intensified three days later when she walked through the front door.I was organizing appointment schedules when the conversation in the main workspace suddenly quieted, the kind of respectful hush that accompanied the arrival of someone important. I looked up from my computer to see a small group of women entering the studio, their expensive clothes and confident bearing marking them as clients rather than staff.But it was the woman leading the group who made my breath catch in my throat.She looked even more beautiful in person than she had across the ball

Monitored lines

AlastairI stood at my apartment window long after the sun had set, watching the city lights flicker to life while my mind churned through everything I'd learned. The smart thing would have been to confront Luciano directly, to demand answers about why he'd positioned me like a chess piece in whatever game he was playing. But smart and safe weren't the same thing, and I'd already made enough dangerous choices for one lifetime.Instead, I found myself reaching for my phone.The number was still in my recent calls from the night before, and I stared at it for a full minute before gathering the courage to dial. Part of me hoped he wouldn't answer, that I could tell myself I'd tried to warn him without actually having to deal with the consequences."I told you not to call me again."Kyren's voice was sharp with anger."Luciano is going to destroy you," I said without preamble. "Whatever you think you know about him, whatever precautions you've taken, it's not enough."Silence stretched b

Rejected

KyrenThe news played on my office television, but the headline that flashed across the screen made me stop mid-sip of my coffee.*VINCENT ALVAREZ ARRESTED ON DRUG CHARGES*I turned up the volume, watching footage of Alvarez being led away in handcuffs, his expensive suit wrinkled and his usually perfect hair disheveled. The reporter was detailing a massive bust at three warehouses across the city, describing quantities of cocaine and marijuana that represented millions of dollars in street value.My phone rang before the news segment finished."Did you see?" My father's voice carried satisfaction and something that might have been pride."Just watching it now.""Miguel called me twenty minutes ago. Apparently his son-in-law-to-be has some very effective methods of problem-solving." There was a pause. "You did good, Kyren."The praise sent warmth through my chest. It had been years since my father had spoken to me with anything approaching approval, and hearing it now felt like being

Not so casual hookup

Kyren"I don't need your protection, Kyren. I don't need anything from you."The rejection hit like a physical blow. "You warned me about Luciano. About Tommy Hernandez. Why would you do that if you don't care what happens to me?""Because information is currency, and I wanted to pay off whatever debt I owed you for ruining my life." He stood up, signaling that our conversation was over. "Consider us even.""Alastair, wait—""I don't like you," he said quietly, "I know you're used to people falling all over themselves to please you, but I'm not one of them. I don't want your attention or your protection or whatever twisted version of caring you think you're offering."I'd expected anger, hurt, even hatred. But this cold indifference was somehow worse than all of those combined."I have no feelings for you beyond physical attraction," he continued. "And even that isn't strong enough to make me want to deal with your personality, your arrogance, or your complete inability to treat other

Ambush

AlastairFor almost a week, my life had felt almost normal. I woke up in my small apartment, walked downstairs to work at the studio, answered phones and scheduled appointments like any other office worker. No threatening visits from Luciano, no angry confrontations with Kyren, no mysterious phone calls or surveillance I could detect. Just the quiet routine of rebuilding a life from scratch.It was the kind of peace I'd forgotten was possible.I should have known it wouldn't last.The attack came on a Thursday night as I was walking back from the corner market, my arms full of groceries for the weekend. The street was quieter than usual, most of the shops already closed for the evening, and I was thinking about nothing more dangerous than whether I had enough coffee to last until Monday.Four men in dark clothes and ski masks were just immediately violent, they aimed at putting me down fast and hard.The first one reached me before I could fully process what was happening. His fist c

Egotistical maniac

Alastair The thought made me sick, but it was the only explanation that fit. Kyren was angry about my rejection, insulted that someone had dared to tell him he wasn't worth their time. Maybe he'd decided that if he couldn't have my cooperation, he'd settle for my pain. I pulled out my phone and dialed his number, my hands still trembling with leftover adrenaline. "Alastair?" He answered on the second ring, sounding surprised. "What's wrong?" "Are you outside?" I asked, moving to my window and looking down at the street. "What? No, I'm at home. Why would I be—" "Don't lie to me." I could see a black sedan parked across from my building, too expensive for this neighborhood and positioned with clear sightlines to my front door. "I can see your car." There was a pause, then a sigh. "I'll be right up." The line went dead, leaving me staring at my phone and wondering what fresh hell I'd just invited into my life. He appeared at my door five minutes later, looking perfectly

A desperate need

Alastair"What are you talking about?" I asked, Kyren stepped closer, and I could see something in his gray eyes that I'd never seen before, vulnerability mixed with determination, like a man who'd decided to gamble everything on a single hand."You bruised my ego," he said simply. "And apparently, that means I need to make you like me."The admission was so unexpected, so completely unlike the arrogant man I thought I knew, that it left me speechless for a moment."I don't want anything to do with you," I managed finally, but the words felt hollow even as I said them."Don't you?" He was close enough now that I could smell his cologne, could see the dried blood from where I'd punched him still staining his upper lip. "Not even the sex?"My breath caught in my throat. Because he was right, and we both knew it. Whatever else I felt about Kyren, the anger, the hurt, and the complete frustration with his inability to be honest about anything. I couldn't deny that the physical connectio

Like a goddamn whore

Kyren If there was one word I would use to describe him, it would be enormous. He was big. I never imagined I would have something of that size inside of me. I could feel him. The bulge in his pants pressed against my thigh, thick and throbbing. He yanked my pants down and my shirt over my head, leaving me naked. He didn’t pause. He just kissed me again, like he couldn’t get enough, hands roaming like he had the right to peruse my body like he wanted. His hands grabbed my cock and stroked it. I cried out, he wasn’t gentle with it. I didn’t want him to stop. My body responded before my brain could catch up. He groaned when he felt how hard I was, I started grinding against him. I wanted him so much. All the emotions I tried to keep down was bubbling back up. I wanted him to fuck me till I couldn't think straight. And then, suddenly, his pants were gone. He lined himself up at my entrance. I gasped when I felt the head of his cock press into me. It's like it grew larger sin

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