All Chapters of MY LITTLE PRINCE (MxM): Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

SPENCER HAYES'S POV"Ahhh...""Ahhh... You feel too good, Spencer.""Ahhh... Fuck... I am coming..."With this he came. I took a sigh.Ahhhhhhhh ... He was too bad. Like, how could you be so bad in bed? I think my luck is not with me. Past few days I have been encountering cheap men like him.Suddenly I hear someone snoring beside me.Whatttt!? No, like, what!?? You had the great fashion designer THE SPENCER HAYES in your bed, and you are sleeping like a horse.I felt disturbed by the fact that this man is unhinged; not only did he displease me with his small dick and bad performance, but he also dared to go to sleep just after one round.It's not like I'll go another round with him. I also have standards. Adjusting to the fact that I slept with a douchebag I encountered at my regular gay bar. He is subtly good-looking. So, I thought to give it a try. Turns out I had another bad experience.I got up from the bed and went to the shower.Yes, I am gay, and there is nothing to be a

SPENCER HAYES'S POVI adjusted the delicate straps of Annika's gown, ensuring they lay perfectly on her shoulders. My hands moved with precision, a symphony of touches to bring out the best in my design."Relax, Annika," I whispered, soothing her nerves. "You're going to own that runway."Annika's gaze met mine in the mirror, her eyes sparkling with determination."Let's do this," she said, her voice steady. We were in the midst of rehearsals, fine-tuning every step, every gesture. The NYC Fashion Week show was just hours away.As Annika practiced her walk, I observed every detail—the sway of her hips, the tilt of her head."Shoulders back, Annika," I reminded her. "You're the star of the night."Annika laughed, her tension dissipating.Oliver Chase, my well-wisher and my boss. entered the rehearsal space, his eyes scanning the room."Spencer, how's our opener doing?" he asked, his voice expectant."Perfect," I replied, confidence in my tone.Annika's gaze locked onto Oliver's, her e

SPENCER HAYES'S POVI pound the pavement, my feet echoing off the alley walls. My heart races, threatening to burst from my chest.Dmitri's face haunts me—his eyes, once warm and familiar, now cold and calculating. The gun glints in the dim light, and the victim's cry still resonates in my mind, silenced forever.I dart between trash cans and crumbling brick walls, my breath coming in ragged gasps. Fear claws at my throat, suffocating me.What if Dmitri finds me? What if he kills me too?The thought propels me forward, and I push through the panic.I must escape.Before Dmitri finds me again.My phone weighs heavy in my pocket, tempting me to call Oliver.But what about Dmitri?No.I can't risk it.Not yet.I burst out of the alley onto the main street.Crowds swirl around me, faces blurring.I melt into the chaos, losing myself.But the fear lingers.Dmitri's eyes watch me.From every corner.Every shadow.I quicken my pace, weaving through pedestrians.Can't shake the feeling.I'm be

DMITRI ROMANOV'S POVMy huge body hovers over his petite figure on my SUV, while I caress his face and say, "You didn't slap me. Should I take it as an invitation, Mr. Little Prince?"His face starts to get flushed; his cheeks start to appear red like apples on his snow-like skin."If you won't say anything, I will take that as a yes."He tries to push me with his whole force, but it doesn't seem to work too much, as I just moved two inches backward.Sometimes I am proud of all the workouts I did in the past.I intentionally move backward by 2 steps as he raises himself from his car and looks back into my eyes with his puppy face.I guess I should leave; this much shock is enough for today."I will see you later, little prince.By the next time, I need your answer on your tongue, got it?" I say as I ruffle his hair.I swing my leg over my bike, settling onto the seat with a fluid motion. The leather creaks beneath me, and I feel a rush of adrenaline as I grasp the handlebars.I glanc

SPENCER HAYES'S POVI walk into the Design Door studio, wrapped in the lively buzz of creativity and innovation. Being the focal point of the company really brings out the best in me.The studio’s sleek, modern design showcases our passion for redefining fashion. The room is dotted with busy workstations, each alive with designers and assistants passionately working to transform our ideas into reality.I glide over to my workstation, a spacious area filled with sketches, fabrics, and partially completed garments. My assistant, Kiara, greets me with a cheerful smile."Morning, Spencer! It’s a big day today. The investors are coming soon."I nod, my mind already fast-forwarding to the presentation. "Let’s make sure everything is flawless. I want to impress them!"Kiara agrees, and we dive into finalizing the details. Our collection, named "Eclipse," is truly a work of art—a captivating blend of bold, edgy shapes and graceful, sophisticated touches.As we work, the studio is alive with en