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I closed my eyes, unable to meet his gaze as I slowly braced myself for rejection. My heart hammered against my ribs like it wanted to escape. After the intense study session—where I’d poured everything into summarizing those two pages on post-colonial economics despite the plug tormenting me all day—I had finally earned my reward. Or so I thought. Asking him to come to the party with me felt like the bravest thing I’d ever done. Now it felt like the stupidest.“Elias…” Marcus’s voice was low, careful.“It’s okay…” I moved away from him immediately, sliding off the bed before he could pull me back. I didn’t want to hear the words. I didn’t want my heart to shatter completely when he said ‘sorry, I can’t.’ I should have known better. I was 19, still figuring out who I was. He was over ten years older, established, wealthy. Why would he want to be seen with a young guy like me in public? Especially his ex-wife’s kid. The thought alone made my stomach twist with humiliation.“I under

Marcus POV.I ran a palm over my face, the rough drag of calluses against stubble doing nothing to clear the headache building behind my eyes. “Gloria, I’m not doing this with you.”The words came out flat, tired. I’d said them three times already—maybe four. Elias would be home any minute. Our home. Not his cramped dorm room with the flickering fluorescent light and the mattress that sagged in the middle. He’d texted me twenty minutes ago: Just got it. Coming straight home. I could picture the grin behind those words, the way his dimples would flash when he walked through the door, test paper clutched like a trophy.I’d spent the afternoon preparing. A bottle of the chilled rosé he liked, the one that tasted like summer strawberries. A small velvet box on the nightstand containing the black lace thong and matching garter belt I’d ordered online two weeks ago—his size, his favorite color, the kind of delicate thing that made him blush and arch when I slid it up his thighs. A new plu

Marcus POV.I got up the next morning and Gloria was already packing her things, which is a relief since she almost caught us yesterday. As much as I didn’t want to hide my relationship with her son.. but… fuck he’s still her son and our relationship was forbidden from the start. I need to get it over with the divorce. I rolled out of bed, pulled on gray sweats and a worn black T-shirt, and padded downstairs barefoot. The living room had been transformed into a staging area: garment bags draped over the sofa arms, a tower of Louis Vuitton cases by the front door, hatboxes and shoe trunks stacked like offerings. Gloria stood in the center of the chaos in cream linen trousers and a silk blouse—hair perfect, makeup flawless—directing traffic with the calm entitlement of someone who’d never once carried her own luggage.She caught sight of me and paused mid-sentence to one of the movers. “Morning,” she said, voice smooth and businesslike.I didn’t reply. Just crossed my arms and leaned

Marcus’s POVI barely had time to pull out of my stepson when Gloria’s voice sliced through the air like a goddamn knife. Fuck. Fuck! My worst nightmare had come true, crashing into the room with her dropped bag and wide-eyed horror. Elias was still trembling beneath me, his body slick and flushed from the way I’d just been buried deep inside him, claiming every inch of that tight heat. My cock was still throbbing, slick with him, as I yanked up my shorts, heart pounding like a war drum.“You’re fucking my son?!” Gloria shrieked, her voice echoing off the walls. “Jesus Christ, Marcus, you’re fucking my nineteen-year-old son! Are you insane?”My hands shook as I fumbled with the waistband, trying to wave her down, keep her from screaming the house down. Neighbors could hear this shit. “Gloria, listen to me…” I stammered, but the words died in my throat. What the hell was I supposed to say? I’m sorry, it’s not what it looks like? I didn’t mean to fall for the kid who’s been teasing

I entered the conference room a week after Gloria had caught me and her son, ready to finalize the divorce. I hadn’t seen Gloria since that awful afternoon a week earlier when she’d walked in on Elias and me together, so I wasn’t exactly anticipating the meeting to come. From the look on my ex-wife’s face as I stepped through the door, I knew I was in for it. Her eyes were sharp with triumph and venom, like she’d been sharpening knives just for this moment.“Where’s my son, Marcus?” she demanded before I’d barely gotten in the door, her voice cutting through the stale air of the room.“Safe,” I said, keeping my tone even. “With me.”Gloria smiled, that cold, knowing smile that used to unsettle me back when we were still pretending things could work. “I knew it. Freaks like you are magnetically drawn to one another, it seems.”My pulse thrummed heavily in my temples, but I kept my expression neutral. This was my life unraveling in real time, yet I refused to let her see me crack. “T