All Chapters of Just Say Yes: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

30 Chapters

Reality

Stevan“Your mother is going to need additional dialysis sessions.”The doctor said it with the same detached tone someone might use to confirm an appointment time, not like he’d just split my life open. He kept talking after that. Kidney function. Test results. Percentages. Numbers.None of it really landed.Only one thing did.The insurance wouldn’t cover it.“They’d have to be paid out of pocket,” he finished, already stepping away from the bed.I nodded because that’s what people do when they have no idea how to respond.The second he left the room, the silence became unbearable.I worked at a branch office for a multinational company in Omaha, Nebraska. The pay was decent. Normally, it would’ve been enough. But my mother’s medical bills had already blown past anything I could realistically handle.And no matter how hard I tried to think of a solution, every possibility felt thin and unreachable.All I could do was look at her lying there, so fragile in that hospital bed, and feel

Discomfort

I grabbed my things and stood up. I needed to clear my head, and Diego, as always, had a way of making that easier.I headed downstairs and spotted him leaning against a shiny new BMW. I never understood how he pulled it off. He wasn’t rich—at least, not on paper—but he’d always lived surrounded by that kind of flash. Even back in college, it had been the same.“Came all the way here just to show off?” I teased.The idiot pulled me into a hug and planted a quick kiss on my cheek.“Not happy to see me?” he shot back, grinning.I was. God, I was. I just wanted a little of that luck to rub off on me too.“With the kind of money I need right now, you could at least tell me where you found that gold mine,” I said, keeping my tone light… even if I wasn’t entirely joking.He gave me a strange look—there and gone so fast I almost missed it. For a second, it felt like he’d carefully chosen his next words.We climbed into the car and fell into easy conversation about nothing important. For a fe

Taking the Bait

I grabbed my things and got up.I needed to clear my head, and somehow Diego always helped with that.When I stepped outside, I spotted him leaning against a brand-new BMW. I’d never understood how he managed things like this. He wasn’t rich. At least not officially. But somehow, luxury always seemed to orbit around him. It had been that way since college.“Did you come here just to show off?” I teased.The idiot pulled me into a hug and pressed a quick kiss to my cheek.“What, you’re not happy to see me?” he shot back with a grin.I was.I just wished some of his luck would rub off on me too.“With how desperately I need money right now, the least you could do is tell me where you found your gold mine,” I joked.Mostly joked.Diego gave me a strange look. Quick enough that I almost missed it. But for a second, it felt like he was carefully choosing his response instead of laughing it off.We got into the car and started driving, talking about random things along the way. For a few mi

The Offer

We pulled up in front of a private club.The place instantly set off every warning bell I had.Diego greeted the bouncers at the door like old friends—too comfortable, too familiar—and we walked straight in. The club wasn’t open yet. A few staff members moved around the main floor, adjusting lights, setting tables, and preparing everything for the night ahead.Young guys and girls dressed as waitstaff drifted through the space, each focused on their tasks like it was just another ordinary shift.We headed directly to a room in the back.Diego knocked on the polished wooden door, and a smooth feminine voice invited us in.Inside, behind an immaculately organized desk, sat a stunning blonde woman. She rose the moment she saw us, and I got a better look at her. She wore a tight dress that clung to every curve, the generous neckline leaving very little to the imagination—deliberate, calculated.Her body was the kind that made people stare.“Ágata, this is the guy I told you about,” Diego

The Test

I glanced at Diego. For a split second, I had the uncomfortable feeling that he’d read every silent word I hadn’t dared to say out loud.“If you were up for it, we could straight-up auction off your virginity,” he blurted, nudging my shoulder with a grin, clearly amused by his own idea.I nearly died on the spot.My face burned so hot I was sure it looked like I’d stuck my head in an oven. Ágata stared at me, eyebrows raised in genuine surprise, and the worst part was how seriously she seemed to be weighing the suggestion.“With that face and that body? The money would be insane,” Diego added, no filter whatsoever.Shame crashed over me like a wave of molten heat. I needed to change the subject before I spontaneously combusted from embarrassment.Diego shot me a sideways look, suddenly a little less cocky.“I don’t know… I figured you’d pull away from me once you found out,” he said with a shrug. “But I’m not ashamed of it, you know? Back in college—even before—I was already sleeping

Bad Luck

I said goodbye to Diego with a tired wave and headed home.The apartment was quiet when I arrived. My mother was already sleeping peacefully in her room. I paused in the doorway for a moment, watching the slow rise and fall of her chest. The sight brought a quiet wave of relief… and a new, heavier weight pressing down on my ribs.I took a fast shower, letting the hot water scrub away the smell of alcohol and someone else’s cologne. The second my head hit the pillow, exhaustion pulled me under like a tide.If every night is like this… maybe I really can handle it.That was my last thought before everything went dark.The alarm went off far too soon. Only a handful of hours’ sleep. My body protested, heavy and aching, as I dragged myself out of bed. I stepped straight into another shower, turning the water as hot as I could stand, letting it pound against my shoulders. I wished it could wash away more than just the fatigue—the growing feeling that I was slipping into something that didn

I Need a Contract

EricI ended the meeting with a curt nod and closed the door behind me harder than necessary.No one said a word. They never did.I strode down the corridor while employees either averted their eyes or suddenly became very focused on their screens. That was exactly how I preferred it. Control wasn’t requested. It was enforced.Hours later, when I finally stepped into the apartment—one of many I kept across the country—I let out a slow breath. Only here, in these empty walls, did I allow myself even a fraction of release.The silence greeted me like an old acquaintance. As always.“Finally. A shower and a martini,” I muttered under my breath, more out of habit than actual need.I loosened my tie as I crossed the expansive living room, the space far too large for one man. For a brief moment, I considered turning on the television or putting on some music—anything to cut through the constant quiet.I didn’t. I never did.I was in the middle of visiting the company’s branches, and tomorro

The Waiter

Since I had the evening free, I already knew where I was going.The club was private, discreet, and predictable. Exactly the way I liked it.Everything there operated within expectations. Impeccable service. Interactions were limited to what was necessary. No surprises.It was one of the few places where I could simply exist without needing to correct, adjust, or manage everything around me.Even so, there were occasional imperfections. Small disruptions that never truly compromised the experience but were enough to catch my attention.Enough to annoy me.The flight had been uneventful.I worked throughout the trip, reviewing reports from the branch office I would be visiting.Several figures were inconsistent. Processes had been poorly handled. Operational failures that should have been addressed long ago.Then one particular line kept drawing my attention back.Harassment.I read the section again, slower this time.Unacceptable.The word sat heavily in my mind.I closed the file wi

Clumsy

EricFrom the comfort of the sofa, I let my gaze drift down to the pulsing chaos visible through the one-way glass. The music throbbed below, bodies moving under flashing lights, noise and heat rising like steam.Up here, none of that existed. Just silence. Predictability. Exactly how I preferred it.I rose and walked to the glass, just far enough to confirm what I already knew: nothing down there held my interest for more than a few seconds.I returned to the sofa. The untouched bottle sat on the low table between us. He kept his distance, as though getting too close might be a mistake he wasn’t willing to risk.I tilted my head slightly, observing him for a moment longer. I could have poured my own drink, but I didn’t.“Serve me another, please.”I kept my voice calm, almost indifferent. I noticed the way he swallowed hard before answering.“Yes, of course, sir.”He moved toward me with a carefulness that screamed internal conflict.The way he said “sir” hit me somewhere low and une

Loosening His Tongue

Stevan reached for the glass with obvious hesitation, his fingers brushing the cool surface like it might bite. He studied the amber liquid for a heartbeat, then brought it to his lips. The first sip hit him hard—he couldn’t quite hide the quick twist of his mouth, that fleeting grimace that told me everything.“You don’t look like someone who does this often,” I said, watching him closely.A shy smile curved his lips, tentative but softer than before. The rigid set of his shoulders had eased just a fraction, and the way he held the glass now felt less like a lifeline and more like something he might actually get used to.He took another sip, steadier this time. I seized the small opening.“How old are you?”The question landed simply, but he still wouldn’t meet my eyes, gaze fixed on the glass cradled between his hands.“Twenty-five.”I gave a small nod. The answer fit what I’d already guessed, yet something about the way he carried himself didn’t quite match the number—like his body

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