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They embraced briefly before Remon stepped into the carriage that would take him to the docks. "By the way, the woman at Dario's side was marked. But was it Dario who marked her? So they're really man and wife already?" Damian was quite surprised to be asked such a question. His expression changed immediately, which made Remon feel bad for asking such a sensitive question. "Ah," Remon's words were cut short. "She was marked by Dario, that's why Dario really wants to make it official like me and Rachel who had a temple wedding," Damian said, forced to lie. He couldn't possibly say that Nadlyn had been marked by him, could he?

Since I am already a certified gissipwr, I asked again. "So, does Ma'am Rebecca know him?" I turned to him again and examined his serious face busy driving. "E -Eh, t- those girls with you earlier ... does Ma'am Rebecca know that?" The bottom of my lip almost bled from being bitten. My body hairs grew when I heard his cold voice as he braked. "Mind your own bussiness, teacher." I swallowed and stopped talking. I was ashamed of this demon again. Why am I infected with Aling Wency? Damn, those gossips don't have a good effect on me.

“Yeah, I was an eyewitness to that photo I posted. Even his former girlfriend approached me after I wrote it. She thanked me for being able to do what she could not do. This confirms the entire issue. That they are both gay.” I curled my palm into a fist. “What the fuck!” Damien shouted. He spared a glance at me, then at her. “She needs to be taught a lesson,” he said I nodded in support “An unforgettable lesson!”

“Why do you think I’m always asking about Damien Black’s story?” The intern was taken aback for the fourth time that day already. He was very ready to go home before there were any more revelations for him. He had never thought to consider the entire market for gay erotica. He had simply assumed it was for gay men like him. He would have to tell Darien about all of his discoveries to see what he would say. He wasn’t sure if he would pass on Adam’s feedback about his works though. Darien was not likely to take that one well. He had a feeling Darien would not like someone like Adam.

Sam closed the door for me, and I settled against the window, watching the city lights blur past. Here we go again. Another evening of subtle hints, not-so-subtle questions, and long lectures about “family legacy.” As if being forced to marry a woman would magically make me happy. Since the drive was long, let me introduce myself properly. Name: Hale Damien. Age: 25. Status: Single, obviously. Position: Head of Damien Inc., a company that runs luxury hotels and other establishments. Fun fact: I’m gay as hell, but apparently that doesn’t matter to anyone around me.

Samuel’s eyes narrowed. "Gay. He thinks I like men, that we are secretly dating or something," Damian said plainly. "It’s cool, right?" Samuel forced out a smile as he asked. "No. Not at all." "Why?" Samuel’s expression shifted instantly, sadness crossing his face. "Because of your reputation? Who cares..." "No, Sammy. It’s because I’m not gay. I’m straight, and I don’t want that unfortunate misunderstanding." Samuel stepped back weakly. "Unfortunate, you say?" he whispered.

“Excuse Mr. Mike or whatever you call yourself. I don’t care if you’re the best at what you do, but you are quite unprofessional right now. You have no right to make fun of me using my problems, which are, by the way, confidential. I could sue you for that.” “Oh really. Go ahead then. I will equally sue you for damage. You made fun of gays, making me feel insecure and thus, causing mental damage. Let’s do this then. I can’t wait to see who wins,” he said challengingly. Heaving a deep sigh, David raised his eyes upwards as he asked for patience. David then carefully spoke, “As I said earlier, I wasn’t making fun of you or your kind. I just haven’t imagined myself gay and never will. That is t

I grunted and stood up abruptly, forcing Neymar to let go, his eyes were hot and sweaty and I weirdly craved a taste. “I'm sorry” “It's okay, just know I won't stop trying” He said and moved into the bathroom and returned shortly,his bulge still engorged in the tiny fabric of his pants. Immediately after I got outside, I pulled my phone out of my pocket and scrolled through the internet, and just as I suspected, this is far beyond my imagination. Damian's video is flying with mixed reactions from users, he's indeed the lord of controversy, why have I got entangled in this mess?

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“You batting for the other team now? Or planning on becoming a celibate monk?” He sounds genuinely rattled. Hell — I’m rattled. That kiss did stuff to me. My body hasn’t caught up with logic yet. Or dignity. Damion doesn’t move, leaning into that lazy, unbothered persona they all have perfected. “You know your dick’ll fall off if you don’t use it,” Enrique adds. I inch closer, needing to see his face. “I’m not gay, and I’m not giving up sex,” Damion says calmly, cocking his head — and looks straight at where I’m hiding.