Semua Bab All Shades of Passion: Bab 181 - Bab 190

Steven POV.Fabian took a sip from his wineglass and set it on the table. His eyes lingered hard on my lips, before he finally answered."Well, now that I'm back," he began, continuing our conversation. " I intend to pick up more shifts from my part-time job at the auto repair shop. I also intend to continue with my classes, catch up on what I've been missing, and, you know, live my life doing the things I like."As he said those words, his eyes leveled on me and I could see the silent hunger behind his gaze. Even though we were eating right now, there was no mistaking that he was hungry for something else. He was hungry for me.Heat surged to my face at the thought, and I tried to act like I didn't notice it. But it was all too glaring. We finished eating, and I cleared the plates, taking them to the sink just a few meters away from the table. As I walked the space between the dining and the kitchen, I could feel his gaze on me. The heat from his eyes was boring holes into my bac

Steven POV.The Next Morning.I turned in my sleep, staring awake as I heard movements. Sounds floated to me from all over the house."Oh, for Christ's sake, who was making that noise this early?" I murmured, and dragged my pillow, placing it around my head, trying to drown out the noise. But the noise persisted, footsteps moving around, things being dragged along.A bang here, a boom there. And I couldn't take it anymore. What was going on? I sat up in my bed, still feeling very sleepy. I rubbed my eyes. I had barely slept last night. Fabian and I had made love through the night. After our lovemaking in the dining area, we came back to the room and he'd turned me in different directions. Fucking me so hard.He didn't let me go until the clock had struck 3 o'clock this morning. After that we collapsed into bed and managed to get some sleep.Now, someone was in my house, making such loud noises that my ear drums were practically bleeding the scraps and screeches.Just who was it?

Steven POV.I didn’t realize how quiet a house could be until Fabian walked out of mine.For a full minute after the door shut, I stood exactly where he left me. My breath was stuck in my chest, my heart beating painfully against my ribs, my ears ringing like I’d been hit. It didn’t feel real. It felt like a nightmare I hadn’t woken from yet. My brain kept replaying his voice: “I can’t be with someone who is ashamed of me.”The words lodged under my skin like glass splinters.And then… the silence swallowed me whole.I took one shaky breath. Then another. But the house felt wrong...empty in a way it had never felt before. His scent still lingered in my house, from my living room to my bedroom. Even on my bedsheets and pillows. I could still hear his voice in my head, that deep sensual baritone.I sank to my bed, feeling a heavy weight settle in my chest.He’d chosen to leave.He’d chosen to leave me.Something inside me broke.I walked back to the kitchen, moving like a man und

Fabian POV.Dallas, Texas.27th November 2025.The smell of roasting turkey hit me the moment I stepped into the living area. Cinnamon, baked apples, pumpkin pie.The house was alive with warmth and familiarity. I paused, letting the scents wash over me. It had been four years since I’d been home for Thanksgiving, four years since I’d spoken to my parents properly. And now, after their unexpected call a few days ago, I was here, standing in my childhood home, trying to reconcile the joy of being back with the ache in my chest.My parents had told me they missed me. They said they didn’t care who I loved, that I was still their son, that nothing about my sexuality changed their love for me. At first, I thought it was a dream. I’d been so conditioned to expect judgment, disappointment, or outright rejection, that hearing acceptance made me dizzy. But it was real. I could feel it in the sincerity of their voices, in the trembling warmth of my mother’s words over the phone.They had f

Chapter 1: Airport Terminal.Sheila's POV.I stood in the airport waiting section, flipping through the file for what had to be the tenth time.Name: Zuki Mason.Gender: Female. Age. 26. Race: Caucasian. Dual Citizenship: American-born, naturalized British. Height: 5 ft 7. Physical Characteristics: Green eyes. Pink-blonde hair, pink nail polish, pink lips, pink dress, pink shoes, pink top.And beneath that rainbow of pink?23 police offenses.Pickpocketing. Shoplifting. Drag-queen performances. Stripping. Repeat graffiti vandal. Gender-fluid activist. DUI (driving under the influence). And more parking tickets than a city tow lot.Wow. What a disaster.Is this what Greg dumped on me?My eyes practically jumped out of their sockets.Hi.My name is Sheila. Daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Callaghan, only sister to Greg Callaghan, a.k.a. the biggest playboy in Vegas.Wait. Scratch that.Was. Past tense. He was now a changed man.Anyway, My brother eloped with his lover, vanished from town,