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I shoved hard at his chest with both hands, but he barely moved, solid and unyielding under the falling water “What the fuck, Toby?! You’re gay! You’re my best friend’s boyfriend! How…why…have you been sneaking around fucking me in this goddamn club?!” He caught my wrists easily, pulling me back against his wet body. The heat of him, the familiar scent mixed with sex and water, made my traitor body clench even as fury burned through me. “Gay?” He laughed, low and dark, pressing his thickening cock against my stomach. “I’m not gay, Catherine. I’m bisexual. Micah knows that. He’s fully aware I play on both sides. He just doesn’t know I’ve been playing with you.”

"Chris Alessandro is a gAriana. That's why he didn't want to stay in Indonesia, because he's avoiding his father. He doesn't want his family and his father's clients to hear about that scandal." "Don't joke!" Gerald said, irritated. Sexual deviation wasn't something to joke about. "I'm not joking," Max said. "One of our friends saw him sleeping naked with another man in his flat. What do you think they were doing? You and I have never slept naked together, right?" Gerald shuddered in disgust. Imagining being with a naked man next to him made him feel nauseous and want to vomit immediately. "Chris is a gAriana. People assumed he liked you, that's why he always bothered you. I thought you knew

The casual touches, the long stares when he came home sweaty from work I thought I’d hidden them better. “What were you watching exactly?” he pressed. “Tell me.” I swallowed hard. “Gay p**n. Older guy… taking control. Big cock. Making the younger one submit.” Max’s eyes darkened. I glanced down involuntarily and saw the thick outline of his cock straining against his jeans. He was hard. My own dick throbbed in response, pressing uncomfortably against my shorts. “Stand up,” he ordered. “Drop the shorts. Show me how you were touching yourself last night.”

SOPHIA P.O.V I was checking the expense file Caius told me to go through, then suddenly Max appeared infront of my table. "Hey beautiful." He bent down a little bit. "Hi Max. How are you today?" I smiled. A little piece of information, Max Fisher is a employee of Micheal Clothing in the Purchase Department. He is a good looking guy, well mannered. He has been asking me if I would like to go out with him since last week. He seems like a good guy, but whatever happened with Caleb, I just don't want to go there right now. Or maybe I have kinda developed feelings for my boss.

The woman, Tiffany says in a sweet-as-pie voice. Rhea laughs dryly. “Yeah who knew sex was such a workout. Max has been getting me in shape for months now. He can be so creative. See you, ladies, later.” Their eyes are nearly bugging out of their heads as we pass them and I’m biting back a laugh. Once we’re safely in the bathroom I let it loose. “Oh my god! You scandalized them so badly!” Rhea laughs too. “It’s the only way to get people like them off my back. It’s no secret that Max doesn’t exactly meet the standards of this place, but it comes in handy to have a super hot musician as a husband.”

"I wonder what's hindering you from getting married. Or do you want to remain a bachelor till you go wrinkle? When was the last time you even had sex?" Knowing that statement required no response, I drank my beer. Max watched me for a while, drew his head backwards, then burst into a harsh bark of laughter. "What is it?" I asked curious. My eyes darting between his. "Oh no. You're gay." Max said, choking on laughter. "I'm not." I retorted. "You are." He huffed. "Shush it Max. Or I'll have to wring your neck." I warned, drilling holes into his chubby face with my death glare.

I scoffed. He narrowed his eyes and pointed to the door. "Are you afraid that I'm going to fall for Shay?" I crossed my arms and shrugged. I didn't have to say anything I didn't want to. He raised his hands in exasperation. "Max, she's a lesbian." "No, she's bisexual," I reminded him. "There's a difference." He shook his head. "I can't believe you're afraid that I'm going to fall for her. I'm gay, Max."

“So, you are telling me you didn't prepare for this?” “Unfortunately… Yes. I didn't expect it.” “So, he's gay?” I drew back, frowning as I tried to understand him. “Who's gay?” “The man we came to meet, the Maximo?” “I guess so. I saw him with a boy, so that will either mean he's gay or bi.” “Same as you?” “I'm not gay!” “Then, Bi?” He pressed. “I doubt that. I have never been attracted to men before. You are the only man I ever wanted.” I tried to get him to understand my feelings, to know I wasn't lying about this. Truly, I'd never felt close to anyone before.

“I was just introducing myself, “ “Oh sorry, I zoned out a bit “ “Do you always do that?” “Sometimes “ I say. Looking down at our hands that I now noticed were still intertwined from when he was trying to help me up. “Whore, He’s gay, you’ve more jogs to do “ Max yells, humiliating me for the second time today, in front of everyone. “Don’t listen to him, even though I’m gay I’d drop my man for you faster than Max's last girlfriend dropped him” “They didn’t even last a day “ Ew, Corey no.

"Good." "What are you two doing?" I asked with short breaths. "I found something very interesting in your p**n history, Emily," Max says, and when I realize what he's talking about, I feel so petrified that I want to shrink away into nothing and be as far away as possible. "A ménage fetish isn't something I expected from you. But you have good taste, at least." "I'm sorry, Mr Armstrong, I shouldn't have—" "Please," he says "call me Max. Barr is Taylor. We should get a little comfortable with each other if you would like to hear us out."