บททั้งหมดของ THE SECRET GAME OF LOVE: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 9

This is the day...and it happened...Lukas’s mom used to tell him that one day his face would get him into trouble. It looked like today was that day.Keeping his eyes down, Lukas followed the guard to his cell, feeling uneasy and strange in his new overalls. Like a criminal. Lukas almost laughed at himself. He was a criminal now, after having been sentenced to a year in prison for driving under the influence and injuring another person. It had been an accident, but no one cared.Well, he did, and Lyra his girlfriend did too, and his mom had cried when the sentence was read out. Lukas swallowed, remembering his mom’s crushed expression. She had looked so small and old all of a sudden, and it was his fault. She always worried too much about him.He pushed the thought away, trying to ignore the other prisoners banging against the bars and leering as he walked by. They were shouting obscenities that made his stomach twist into knots and bile rise to his throat. He hoped it wasn’t obvious

It became a routine. Every time they were in the showers, Daniel slipped a finger into him, and by the end of the month, Lukas was so used to it Daniel’s finger met no resistance. Actually… he started feeling like one finger wasn’t enough. He kind of wanted more. And he really wanted to come, but he refused to jerk off with Daniel’s finger in him. He refused to give Daniel the satisfaction. Lukas hated him. He hated him and hated that lately it had come to the point that he got half-hard when they got to the showers. Hated that he got rock hard the moment Daniel’s finger touched his asshole. Hated that he started squirming on Daniel’s finger. Hated that he wanted more.Lukas was so sexually frustrated lately that he felt like punching someone. Preferably Daniel. He broke two weeks later. They were in the showers again. Lukas had his forehead pressed against the wall while Daniel dragged his finger in and out of his hole. It was too slow and Lukas couldn’t stand it. He pushed back, moa

A week later, Lukas found himself back in the same chair, with Dr. Richardson seated opposite him. “Did you talk to your girlfriend?” she asked.“Yeah.”“Was she amenable to your suggestion?”“Yeah.”Silence.“Lukas, I need you to tell me more than that. I’m a doctor, remember. You have nothing to be ashamed of.”Lukas took a deep breath in. She was right: she was a doctor. She probably heard weirder things every day. “We tried it. Lyra was even excited..we’d never tried anything like that before.”“Was it satisfying?”Lukas hesitated. “A bit better than before.”But only because he had actually managed to keep his erection. Mostly it had been just uncomfortable and awkward as hell. He had closed his eyes and lain passively, letting her do whatever she wanted to him, letting her use his body, but it still felt off. She was too light. Too small. Too soft.“I see,” Dr. Richardson said. “Did Lyra and you do it again?”“No.”“Why not?”“It felt off. Was... unsatisfying.”It was. Despite c

Here, in this sprawling, ten-million-dollar penthouse, Lukas felt like a ghost haunting a museum exhibit of a life he no longer owned."Ready?" Lyra asked, returning with her designer coat draped over her arm, snapping him out of his reverie."Yeah," Lukas said, "Let's go."The evening was an exercise in painful mimicry. They drove to an exclusive downtown restaurant where waiters in crisp white shirts hovered silently, pouring expensive wine and serving dishes crafted with artistic precision. Around them, wealthy patrons laughed over candlelight, discussing stock portfolios, luxury vacations, and cultural events, conversations that felt like dialogue from a foreign film.Lukas sat across from Lyra, nodding at all the right moments, cutting his steak with mechanical precision, and offering polite, rehearsed answers whenever she tried to draw him into conversation about their future.But his mind was thousands of miles away, trapped behind a heavy iron door.He kept flashing back to th

Lukas girlfriend Lyra came at 4:00 pm. Lukas opened the door and Lyra let out a sharp, breathless laugh that sounded entirely devoid of humor.Lyra went in the doorway of the study room, her blazer unbuttoned, her face pale. It was a sound born of pure shock and disbelief. She crossed in the living room, stopping right in front of the desk, her eyes blazing with a mixture of betrayal and fury. She had returned early from the firm, her instincts screaming that something was fundamentally unresolved."Four years, Lukas! Four years I sat in this city, turning down invitations, fielding sympathetic whispers from our friends, fighting with federal prosecutors to make sure your asset freezes didn't strip you clean, waiting for the day you'd walk back through that door!" Her voice rose, cracking with the raw, jagged pain of a woman who had given everything to a ghost. "And all the while, you were in a maximum-security cage writing love letters to a convicted felon?""They aren't just letter