All Chapters of Straight Until Him: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Micah’s POV“Say it again.”“You are insatiable, you know that?”“Say it.”“You are going to keep pestering me, are you not?”“Until I hear it the way I want.”“You really do not get tired of winning, do you?”“Not when it comes to you. Now quit stalling.”“…Fine. I love you, Micah.”“Again, slower this time.”“You are unbelievable.”“And yet you are still smiling. Say it.”“I. Love. You. Micah.”I grinned so wide my cheeks hurt. “That is my cub.”“You and that nickname,” he groaned, half laughing, half pretending to be mad.“Come on, admit it, you secretly love it,” I teased, voice softening with a grin.“I do not,” he shot back, but I could hear the twitch in his laugh.“You are stuck with it forever,” I continued, nudging him through the line. “Might as well get used to it. You pout like one, you sulk like one, and…”“And I will hang up this call if you keep going,” he cut in, his voice warm despite the threat.“Aw, do not act like you are scared of me,” I cooed, teasing louder now

Micah’s POV“Why do I have to do this? Out of all the things in the world I could be doing, why this?”“Because it’s important.”My father’s voice floated in from the door. He propped against the doorway, palms in his pockets, relaxed like he had not just tossed Sandra plus Marcus chaotic documents on my table last night.“I don’t care if it’s important. It’s boring.”“Life is not always excitement, Micah. Sometimes it’s numbers and signatures.”“Numbers and signatures do not make sense when they’re attached to shady names.”He arched one brow. “Are you saying your old man deals in shady business?”“I didn’t say that. But if the shoe fits…”“Finish that sentence and I’ll have you filing receipts for the rest of the year.”“Ugh…”“How’s the progress?”“Progress?” I held up a messy stack of papers. “This looks like the dead sea scrolls. I can’t even tell what belongs to Marcus and what belongs to Sandra. Why am I the one doing this?”“Because you need discipline.”“No, I need freedom.”

Alessandro’s POVI was sprawled across my bed, phone balanced on my chest, staring up at the ceiling like it held the secrets of the universe. But my mind was not quiet. Not after that boardroom bombshell. Shady dealings, Duvall Enterprise. Micah’s family. His father. The words gnawed at me until I finally gave in, hit call, and waited.He picked up on the third ring. His voice; man, it had that weird magic. Like, does not matter how far gone I was, on the verge or spinning out, as soon as he started talking, it is like someone dimmed the chaos in my head. There was this warmth in it; familiar, grounding, kinda like that feeling you get when you finally crawl into your own bed after a crap day. And steady too, not in a boring way, just… unshakeable.I used to think people were exaggerating about soothing voices. Turns out, it is 100% real, and his? Top tier. Sometimes, I would call him not even to talk, just to listen. I could be teetering on the edge, nails gripping the ledge, and th

Alessandro’s POVThe sea is cold against my skin, shocking at first, then freeing. The world above; the yacht, the pier, the waitress whose neck I nearly snapped; all of it fades into the hush of water. Micah bursts up beside me, shaking his wet hair like a dog.“You look like you just swallowed half the ocean.”“You try swimming into a wave that big. I swear it punched me in the face.”“Excuses. You just do not know how to breathe properly.”“Oh, and you are suddenly Neptune’s personal apprentice?”“I have got better form. Watch.”“Better form? You look like a cat that fell into a bathtub.”“At least I do not choke on water every five seconds.”“I was testing the salt level.”“By drinking it?”“Exactly. It is called research. Science. Ever heard of it?”I laugh, slicking my hair back. “Maybe I have. Care to be the audience?”“Nope, keep your so called experiment to yourself. I already paid for lunch, I think that makes me the audience and the sponsor.”“Then you should enjoy the view

Alessandro's POV My fingers move slow, circling real gentle inside Micah, I’m being soft with him. I dip down, brush my lips along his neck; mumbling, “God damn, you’re gorgeous like this."Micah trembles, his hands clutching my shoulders, pulling me closer. Our cocks brush, slick and warm, and Micah gasps, arching up. I press in, slow, so slow, watching Micah's face; eyes half-shut, lips parted. “Okay?” I whisper, holding still until Micah nods, breathless, and pulls me deeper.I sink deeper, inch by careful inch, feeling Micah's heat grip me, and it’s like my heart’s about to crack open. Micah's eyes are locked on mine, wide and glassy, full of trust and something raw; love, maybe, or close enough to burn. “You’re everything,” I breathe, voice rough, kissing Micah’s lips softly as I start to move, slow rolls of my hips. Micah’s hands slide up my back, nails grazing, not to hurt but to hold on, like he’s afraid this’ll slip away. Each thrust is deliberate, gentle. Micah gasps, “D