Lahat ng Kabanata ng His Secret Desire (MxM): Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 8

"Robin's POV"I stood in front of my bathroom mirror, adjusting the collar of my button-down for the third time. The deep blue fabric brought out my eyes, and I'd actually bothered to style my hair instead of letting it fall wherever gravity decided. Turner's nephew was turning seven, and apparently that required a full-scale event at some fancy venue downtown. Turner Rial had been my friend for two years now, ever since we met at a community workshop. Despite coming from serious money, he was the most down-to-earth guy I knew. But his family? They did everything big.The venue was exactly what I expected. High ceilings, elegant decorations, and a dessert table that looked like something out of a magazine. Kids in designer clothes ran around while adults sipped champagne and made polite conversation. I felt out of place the second I walked in.Turner spotted me almost immediately and pulled me into a hug. "You made it! Come on, let me introduce you around."I followed him through

“Robin's POV”Friday came faster than I expected.I spent most of the day trying not to overthink it. It was just dinner. Just two people getting to know each other. Nothing to stress about.Except I was stressed.I changed my shirt three times before settling on a simple black button-down.Nice enough for wherever Christopher was taking me, but not so formal that I looked like I was trying too hard. I ran my fingers through my hair, stared at my reflection, and told myself to relax.My phone buzzed at exactly seven.“I'm outside.”I grabbed my jacket and headed down. When I stepped outside my building, a sleek black car was waiting at the kerb. The driver opened the back door, and there he was.Christopher sat in the backseat, looking effortlessly perfect in a dark grey suit, no tie, and with the top button of his shirt undone. His eyes found mine immediately, and something warm flickered in them."Hey," I said, sliding in beside him."Hey." His voice was softer than usual, almost

"Robin's POV"I couldn't stop thinking about that night.No matter how hard I tried to push it away, the memories kept flooding back. The way Christopher had looked at me in the dim light of his bedroom. The way his hands had felt on my skin, reverent and desperate at the same time.I lay in my bed, staring at the ceiling, and let myself remember.His lips had been everywhere. My neck, my collarbone, trailing down my chest with a hunger that made my breath catch. I'd arched into him, fingers digging into his shoulders, needing him closer even though there was no space left between us."Robin," he'd whispered against my skin, and the way he said my name made something in my chest crack open.I'd pulled him up, kissing him hard, tasting the desperation in it. Our bodies moved together like we'd done this a thousand times before, like we were made to fit exactly this way.He'd gripped my hips, fingers pressing bruises into my skin that I'd welcome the next morning. Every thrust was delib

"Robin's POV"Mitchell showed up at my apartment unannounced on a Tuesday evening.I opened the door to find her standing there with Thai takeout and a look that told me I wasn't getting out of this conversation.She pushed past me without waiting for an invitation. Make yourself at home, I guess.I haven't seen you in two weeks, she said, setting the food on my coffee table. You've been dodging my calls, taking jobs on the opposite side of the city, and generally acting like someone who's trying very hard to disappear.I closed the door and leaned against it. I've been busy.Bullshit. She dropped onto my couch and started unpacking containers of pad thai and spring rolls. You've been hiding. There's a difference.I'm not hiding.Then sit down and eat with me.I hesitated, then joined her on the couch. The smell of the food made my stomach growl. I couldn't remember the last time I'd eaten a proper meal.Mitchell handed me a container and chopsticks. So, she said casually, I ran into