All Chapters of The Don's Dirty Obsession : Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

“Shut the hell up, don’t take your mouth off my cock unless I say so.”Cedric huffed with annoyance, dragging his teeth along the underside of the guy’s cock so it would hurt, as payback for talking to him like he was some cheap fuck. Well, he was one, but still…“Cut that out. What kind of pornstar name is Cedric anyway?” the guy groaned.Cedric rolled his eyes, put his head down and sucked the tip of the man’s cock first with a wet pop before swallowing the shaft so deep it hit the back of his throat. That always made this guy come quicker, and he wanted to get this over with as soon as possible. He let his mind wander somewhere else, somewhere that didn’t involve this grimy piss-smelling stall or the asshole currently moaning above him.He pictured him, the love of his fucking life. Marcus Chen. Captain of the soccer team, with his stupidly perfect jawline and that easy, confident laugh that made everyone in the hallway turn their heads. Marcus, who never looked twice at him, a s

“Jesus Christ, what the fuck happened to your face?”Cedric kept his hood up and his head down, ignoring the pitying looks and questions from late-night commuters on the subway who caught sight of his busted face. He could see the full extent of the damage reflected in the scratched train window, he looked like he'd gone three rounds with a heavyweight boxer and lost every single one.By the time he climbed the four flights to his mother's apartment, not Ray’s, he would never call it Ray’s, his ribs hurt with every step he took and cold sweat dripped down his back.He fumbled with his keys, but the door swung open before he could use them.Lily stood there in purple pyjamas with little stars, her adorable face lighting up with happiness. She held up a piece of paper, it was a drawing of a house with a garden and three stick figures holding hands."Hey, Lil-bit." Cedric's voice came out rough, but he managed to smile. "Whatcha got there, sis?"She grinned, waving the paper in his face

The wire itched.Cedric stood in the club's bathroom, full of black marble and gold fixtures that probably cost more than his entire existence, and stared at his reflection. The crisp white shirt they'd given him was tailored within an inch of its life, tucked into black slacks that actually fit for once. His ribs didn’t hurt as much anymore. His hair was styled back, his face had healed enough that makeup covered the worst of the bruising, and he looked hot as hell, like someone who belonged in a place like this.The wire was taped to his chest, a tiny microphone no bigger than a button, and the transmitter pack was clipped to his back beneath his shirt. Marcus's voice echoed in his head from the briefing two hours ago: “Don't take it off. Don't compromise the equipment. We need everything.”Cedric's fingers found the edge of the tape, then he ripped the wire off in one sharp motion, gasping at the sting, before dropping the whole setup into the trash and burying it deep under paper

"I said," Falcone murmured, his voice low enough that only Cedric could hear, "who sent you?" Cedric's pulse thudded against Falcone's fingers. "No one," he managed, trying to keep his voice steady. "I told you, I just needed a job." Falcone studied him like he was reading a language only he understood. "You expect me to believe that? That out of every club in this city, you happened to walk into mine?" "I filled out an application, and someone called me back. That's how jobs work," Cedric said quickly. His brain was already scrambling for lies that sounded like the truth. "You think I'd volunteer to be here if I knew it was yours?" A slow smile curved Falcone's lips. "That's what I'm trying to decide." He released Cedric's face at last, but the phantom of his touch lingered. Falcone turned to pour himself a drink, calm as if they'd been chatting about the weather. The amber liquid caught the light as he swirled it in the glass. "Do you know what the difference is between a