All Chapters of Throwing My Ex in the Slammer: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

I could hear voices from outside the bathroom stall. The group of rich heirs was making a lot of noise.Meanwhile, I sat on the sink countertop inside the stall, every finger and toe of mine curled up. However, it wasn't because I was feeling good.On the contrary, the only thing I could feel was excruciating pain.Ever since Carlisle Grayson got drunk and slept with me three years ago, our relationship had changed from that between good friends into that of friends with benefits.Carlisle often said that I was disgusting for liking men, as I was a man myself. He called me a twink. He hated me with all of his heart because I had supposedly turned him gay and ruined his life for him.Yet, he never stopped sleeping with me and kept calling me over whenever he felt like it.Every time we did it was like pure torture for me. It wasn't any different this time either, but I still willingly let him do whatever he wanted with me.I stared at Carlisle's face, mesmerized, running the pad

Athol wasn't the only one in the room. There were two other playboys in the room with him, too.When I saw that there were three of them, I felt all the blood rush to my head as my ears began ringing loudly with fear.Even dog owners would get attached to their pets after rearing them for three years. Yet, Carlisle had been nothing but cruel to me."Are you sure about this, Brandon Westin?"The door was still slightly ajar, and Carlisle rushed toward me, looking a little panicked.I turned to look at him. "If I said I didn't want to do this, would you take me away?"Of course, I didn't want to be molested and taken over and over again by three strangers in a hotel room. I had only agreed to do this because I wanted to continue staying by Carlisle's side!Carlisle looked like he was about to say something, but Theodore appeared behind him and said bitterly, "I knew it! I knew you still felt things for Brandon!"Then, he stormed off with disappointment written all over his face.

Carlisle stared piercingly at me while speaking."Okay," I said without a fuss.For some reason, however, Carlisle's face immediately fell after that. He then glared at me before turning and leaving.I drove him and Theodore to the hotel and stood guard at the door as Carlisle requested.The door wasn't closed all the way. Lewd, suggestive sounds could be heard through the crack in the door, along with their moans and shrieks when they couldn't keep it in anymore.In the past, whenever Carlisle called me over, he would always push roughly into me and slam his bodyweight against me every time he thrust, and it would always last no less than two hours. It was precisely because of how roughly he treated me that I often got injured and bled from my back.I thought that Carlisle wouldn't be done with Theodore for a few hours more. So, I went back down to the reception and asked to book another room so that I could get some work done.However, right after I returned to the floor aft

I didn't even wait for Carlisle to finish talking before ending the call. Then, I blocked his number and every platform he could use to contact me.Did he really think cooking for him was some god-given opportunity that I would die for? Also, his haughty, pompous tone just made me sick.I started getting calls from Carlisle's friends, and I similarly blocked them all.I thought that Carlisle would eventually stop giving me grief if I cut off all contact with him. After all, I knew that he wasn't a persistent person.This time, however, I was wrong.I went out for some groceries one day and saw him leaning against my rental unit when I got back. He was holding a half-smoked cigarette between his fingers that glowed faintly in the dark. His eyes were murky, and I couldn't tell what he was thinking.Carlisle would only ever behave like this when he got himself into a pickle.I could also see that his eyes were bloodshot, and he had stubble on his chin and face. He looked completely