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𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗

My last encounter with Kai was heated, rough, and tangled. But I didn't have any time to ponder on it. I would maybe confront him, but all that was in front of me was a document instead of a 6'3, hot, muscled, sexy man-

Okay, that's enough.

But when the meetings were over and I was having a drink in my penthouse, all I could feel was guilt. I was too rough on him; he was just trying to help. I yanked my phone from my pocket.

Should I text him directly or email him? No, you can't text on an email when you're talking about something that happened during sex, y/n, what the fuck are you thinking?

Ding!

I sighed heavily. Great, who could be bothering me at this time? I opened the door and almost shut it when I saw who it was.

"Y/n," Kai said, but all I could focus on was his disheveled hair and slightly unbuttoned shirt. Phew, who the hell cranked on the heater?

Oh, wait. I live alone.

"K-Kai," I said, closing my gaping mouth and letting him inside. His smell wafted through the air: kind autumn breezes mixed with something rich and spicy. "Would you like some tea?"

"No, but I can see you've been enjoying another drink," he replied as he saw the cheap wine on my counter.

"I can get you some," I offered as I went in my wine cellar so I could get him something more expensive that could suit his taste.

"I'm fine with this wine, actually."

As I poured him a glass, I pretended I didn't appreciate that he could do with cheap things.

"Nice place you got here," he said sheepishly, taking a seat and pretending the awkward silence didn't exist. Our last encounter had made the air thick with green, uneasy swirls.

I sat down and cut to the chase. "Listen, what I did in the library was unacceptable, and I'm sorry for disregarding you when you were just trying to help." Jeez, that took a little too much courage. I took another sip of wine in hopes it would ease the knot in my stomach.

"And I'm sorry for the misunderstanding. I just want you to know I wasn't pitying you; I was just concerned. I'm sorry it came off that way." His eyes turned soft, and I could swear the wine in my glass was whispering at me: Kiss him already.

More awkward silence. Silence I could not take. "So... friends?" I asked before tipping my wine glass so we could cheers.

"Friends," he said as he tipped the wine glass so our glasses could meet in a friendly truce.

We both chugged the rest of our wine, which I realized was a mistake because when I saw his face, I couldn't help but let my mind drift to the way he unclothed me and how huge his cock was and how it fit inside me so perfectly-

His gaze trailed to my thighs, barely concealed in my pajama shorts, and for a moment, the universe seemed to slow down as we both stared at each other. His pupils were dilated; I knew he was thinking about it, too.

"Well, uh, I just wanted to hand you this invite informally." He pulled out a resin invite that read in a graceful, swirly, gold font: Young Corporation DigiStream Soft Launch, with details about the location and date written at the bottom.

"Ah..." A soft flow of disappointment eased into the shores of my heart before I squeezed it. Nothing good comes from your heart, y/n; don't pretend otherwise.

We said our slightly drunken goodbyes, and I sat there on the counter. Alone.

I didn't bother picking up the two empty wine glasses as I went to my room.

THE YOUNG CORPORATION SOFT LAUNCH PARTY

I had been invited to many different events before, even intimate ones, like the one I was attending right now. Usually, the so-called 'intimate' gathering had a minimum of 100 people, so I was surprised to see such a small venue of around, maybe twenty people?

The venue was like architecture from heaven that was dragged down to Earth. Everywhere was glass, letting milky drops of day and the molten of sunlight seep through the sky and into the fairy world of the party. Vines slithered seductively around the walls, giving a wild, greenery-rich, old-money look to the place. The tables had all sorts of flowers spread eagerly on them: dahlia, hibiscus, roses, zinnia. It was like a dream; even the air smelled like fresh lemons and the tight scent of rain.

"Ah, hello there, y/n." A calculated voice clipped through the air, and all the magic seemed to drain out as I realized who it was.

Kai Young's fucking mother. Probably the sharpest woman in business, sharper than me.

And I have to say, I respected that, though the haughtiness from her wealth added a certain unattractiveness to her demeanor.

"Hello, Ms. Young. It's a pleasure to meet you." I gave the most polite smile I could muster, but I could tell it ended up looking taught as the smile on Ms.Young's face slightly faltered. Gee, I hadn't smiled this whole week.

"I should be saying that. You're the one who made all of this possible after all."

"Ah, well, it's all thanks to your son, who could make a worthy deal." And, as if he slipped out of her pocket. Kai Young was right behind her, taking my hand and shaking it. Suddenly, a horror struck me: I really hope he didn't tell her about the night in the Valhalla library.

"Oh, I think you're putting too much of the credit on me. After all, I did come with her with some insulting deals, no wonder she wanted something more."

For some reason, his saying lifted something off my shoulders, and it was a little easier to get through the night, even with Kai and me exchanging awkward but heated glances at each other. After being left hanging from an orgasm in the library, I've been wanting him more.

I've never been a religious person, but God please stop me from hopping on his dick in the middle of the party.

After pleasantries were exchanged, I went to the bar and got myself a drink. Kai sat on a stool away from me, as if afraid sitting too close would make a bomb come off. Now I get it when people complain about situationships.

I stared at his old-fashioned, "How do you drink that?"

"It's actually pretty good." He said as he swirled the drink in his hand absentmindedly. "How do you drink that?" He asked as he looked at my French 75 like it was going to bite him.

"Let's exchange drinks," I said as I handed my drink over and took his.

"Alright..." he said edgily as he took a sip of my drink and I took a sip of his, trying not to gag but still drinking the whole thing to alleviate the bitter aftertaste I knew was coming.

"Ew. Kai, how the heck do you manage to drink this?" I asked, ignoring the sudden headache in my temple.

"I think it's ideal. Your drink isn't... that bad, I guess."

"Oh, please, you liked it, don't say otherwise." God, this headache was getting bad, and I don't have any ibuprofen on me.

"No, I wouldn't say that." I winced as the headache suddenly became a screeching trill and everything started to go black around the edges. What was happening? I'm so sleepy...

The last thing I heard was someone calling my name before I was swooped somewhere unfamiliar.

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𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗

I was never raised in a rich family; everyone knows that. But still, as a child, I wasn't wary of expensive things; they never intimidated me, but I was fascinated by them. However, my definition of 'expensive things' at the time wasn't so accurate. Chuck E. Cheese's birthday parties, to me, were like grand festivals. Getting my first panty from Victoria's Secret when I was eighteen was like handing a giant diamond to a baby, and Olive Garden? It was a fucking royal feast.

So, when I became successful and truly knew the definition of expensive things, saying that ideology stuck with me would be an understatement. I thought Valhalla meetings would have to be reserved for, like, what, thousands of bucks? It is for non-members, but for members, it is completely free. This meant that all my meetings were now hosted in the conference room nearest to the library, and I could finally get some reading in.

So my week? It was the best week ever!

Until another compulsory event came up. Valhalla was hosting its anniversary party, and all of the people whose families were a part of the construction of Valhalla would be there. Also, it was voted the grandest party globally, like, only ten times in a row? I don't enjoy these parties, but it was a perfect opportunity to get in touch with people from other parts of the world, and who doesn't like free booze? Maybe I'll even get laid, who knows?

For now, though, I'll get back to my Jane Austen.

THE VALHALLA PARTY

𝐊𝐚𝐢

For normal people, when someone invites them to a party, they just think: cool, party. I'll just have to put my favorite clothes in the washer. But for rich people, all that runs through their mind is: connections, connections, impressions, connections. That is exactly what's going through my mind right now.

To make a first impression, you have to look good and charm people. And for connections, well, you just have to pull on that smile and be a little professional; the other person will get the hint you want to make a deal with them or get some advantage from them. Never appear too greedy, though, or too eager. That's how you drive a potential connection off.

What you're not supposed to do, however, is stare at the one girl that's been driving you insane for the past few weeks. There she was, talking with people and making connections, but she was showing subtle signs of rushing. Her foot was eagerly going back when someone only spoke a word of departure, and her smile was bright.

A little too bright.

But why? Did y/n maybe start a relationship with someone? Who? Was he good-looking? Was he handsome? As handsome as me or even more?

"Don't you agree?" Mr. Aubine interrupted my thoughts, rolling off his words in a heavy, thick French accent that made you pretend to understand and just nod your head.

He really needed to improve on his English, but this man had investments hooked into every goddamn brand in existence, and I wasn't going to lose his interest now.

My resolve did start sinking, though, when he droned on about his daughter (or his dog, I really don't know what he's saying), and y/n was looking around in such a suspicious manner you would think she was about to go and kill someone. Then, she flashed a smile so unguarded I couldn't believe it was on her face and actually scoffed.

I had never seen her like that before.

But before I could enjoy the view any longer, she walked off. Was she going to meet her boyfriend?

Even though I knew I shouldn't do it, I excused myself and followed her. To my surprise, she led me to the library. I went in a few minutes after her to make it seem like I wasn't following her, knowing that the library entrance was open. However, when I walked in, I crashed into y/n.

Before she could stumble, I caught her arm and yanked it up roughly, awkwardly letting go when I saw the red mark on her arm.

"I-I didn't mean-"

To my surprise, there was gratitude in her eyes. "Don't apologize; it would be better than me falling. Also, why did you follow me?"

I didn't blush, but I could feel the bright and quick embarrassment sliding through me as I spoke, "Following you? Why would I do that?" Then I met her eyes and realized there was no point in lying, "Yes, I was following you."

To my surprise, y/n bit her lips, and for a second, I could swear that arousal coated her eyes until it was erased quickly.

"The library is pretty," she said sheepishly, looking around at the bronze wisps of lighting and the lush, mohagany walls, but all I could stare at was her.

Through the dimness, she stood out. She wore a silky, charmeuse dress that was the color of wild greenery and life and sparkling emeralds. I realized I had stopped breathing and let out an audible exhale. She caught me staring, but I didn't look away, meeting her eyes before drifting my gaze to her lips.

"You want to kiss me," she said. Not a question, a statement.

I did, but I was rendered speechless. I didn't know what to say, but before I could even open my mouth, y/n's lips were in mine. They were hesitant and barely brushed against my own. It was a taste, not a bite. When she drew away, she looked hesitant, trying to see if she had made a mistake.

I didn't even let her come to a conclusion, grabbing the back of her neck and kissing her roughly, trying to devour her, intertwining her with my soul so we could stay in this moment forever. I had had sex with people and had found girls attractive, but this was different. This kiss felt out of this world, like her lips were the galaxy's edge.

The way her tongue slid over mine, the way her hands clawed my hair, the way she melted onto me and invited me fore more made me lose my shit. I felt euphoria racing through my veins as she wrapped her legs around my waist and let me unclothe her. She gasped as the cold air hit her bare skin, but that didn't stop her from unbuckling my belt. But when I entered, she groaned, and not out of arousal.

"Y/n?" I asked, concerned.

"Sorry, just a hip problem, keep going," But I could see the sweat dripping from her brow.

I had heard rumors that she had an injury from a car crash, but I wasn't expecting it to be true. "You're in pain."

"I'm fine," she said more roughly, but I could tell she didn't want to be underestimated. "Don't pity me." Suddenly, a fire ignited in her eyes, blazing and bright, as if she would burn down the world.

𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗

I hate pity. I resented it. Everyone pitied me when I had to be in a wheelchair for two years, but know that time is gone.

Yet, Kai Young decided to pity me.

"I'm not, y/n," he said, looking at me with pity as he brushed a lock of hair behind my ear. I wanted to bite it off.

I actually couldn't tell if it was concern or pity, but most of the time, it was pity. I pushed him off of me and put on my clothes. But when I tried to bend my knees so I could get my legs through the dress, another piercing blade shot through my right hip, and I couldn't stifle my groan of pain.

Kai walked up to me cautiously before grabbing my hips and settling me down onto a couch. It was embarrassing when you were so independent yet had a man helping you into your clothes like you were five.

An uneasy feeling of shame and embarrassment shot up through my spine. "I can do it, Kai." Yet I didn't make a move to stop him.

"No, you can't." I wanted to slap him.

The moment the dress slipped on, I stormed off. Was I acting like a brat? Yes. Did I care? No... Actually, maybe a little bit.

Really, though, who did he think of himself as?

Fuck Kai Young.

I hate Kai Young.

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𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗

As soon as I arrived at the party, I wanted to leave. I already had deals with half the people, but they were all clinging onto me like dogs wanting treats. Some needed more investments, others needed loans because the market was shit, and I managed to squeeze out of every conversation until I made it to the bar, where I ordered cheap wine because I was self-made enough to know that spending thousands of dollars on one glass was ridiculous and I could do with whatever the fuck I was chugging down right now.

I looked around. Each person I saw happily socializing and each man who tried to bring me down took pieces from my soul until I was a hollow shell. I try to make these parties less draining for me, but it's just so exhausting. I tried not to scream as I saw Kai Young. Great, now I have to socialize even more.

He took a seat next to me, and I finished my wine in one sip.

"Hello, y/n. How are you doing tonight?" He asked as he ordered a whiskey.

"Good, how are you?" I'm actually miserable.

"Good. Forgive me if I'm pruding, but I heard you made a deal with DigiStream."

I looked at his body. I wouldn't mind fucking him, to be honest. And I don't have to accept a deal; I just have to seem like I considered it. Not to mention I really need a good fuck, and I heard form Cassandra he was good...

He stared at me, and I realized I hadn't responded, "Yes, I did."

"Well, I can assure you, Young Corporation has much more to offer," can it offer me your dick?

"Like?" I asked, but in truth, I wasn't even listening.

"Well, we own many restaurants across the globe and have some of the biggest factories in China, which you could definitely use to make your technology, not to mention our company owns three percent of the market." His pride was making him look less handsome.

"Listen," I said, cutting him off, "Want to get a private room?" After all, what's the best way to make someone feel considered but not to fuck them?

"What?" He asked, not shocked but intrigued.

"Do you want to get a private room, Kai Young?" I asked again, more slowly, with the most lust I could muster.

"Well..." he paused, staring at me, "Unfortunately, no."

I was a little embarrassed but didn't show it. Guess I'll just fuck myself, then.

"Anyway," he said, trying to get back on track, "Should we have a meeting and see if I can change your mind?"

"Sure, I'll give you my email. It's..." I said before orally dictating my email so he could write it down on a notepad.

"Why are you not writing it on your phone?" I asked after he was done copying my email.

"I prefer paper."

I let out a bemused sound. "How old-fashioned."

"I am very old-fashioned."

"I bet you want to read Hemingway right now," I said as a joke.

"I actually would."

I became more intrigued. "You like classical literature?"

"Yes. You do, too?"

We had a lengthy discussion about how classical literature is much better than modern literature before I left, deciding I was too socially burnt out. At least there was some friendliness between me and him now.

𝒦𝒶𝒾

My conversation with y/n had to be the most productive yet strangest one ever. Midway through, she asked to have sex, and after I rejected her, we found our shared interest in classical literature and talked for an hour or two. It was nice, though; I felt like we had established a friendly boundary around us.

At least you got a meeting, Kai. Only focus on that.

I hopped in the shower and let the soft, warm droplets hit my skin. I thought of y/n, the glimmer of hate in her eyes as she saw me, the way her hands moved when she talked about something she liked, her bold lipstick that highlighted the sharpness of her features. I wondered what it would be like if those eyes were staring up at me, those hands around my cock and those lips swollen as she took me in her mouth, sucking with expertise and...

Shit.

I was hard.

I brought my hand to my dick and stroked as I thought y/n would. Teasingly, around the veins, maybe, then playing with my balls before rolling up again and giving hard and powerful stokes. I groaned as pre-cum leaked from my tip, going faster until I came. When I got out of the shower, I realized what I had done.

Great, I took a shower to clear my mind, and I achieved the opposite.

God knows what else y/n will do to me.

Knock, knock.

"Enter."

I walked into her office with documents and ready contracts. It was an architectural beauty. High ceilings with bookshelves filled with sophisticated literature, antiques strategically placed throughout, an off fireplace with leather sofas in front and a chess table in the middle, and through it all, y/n, at the end of the office, staring at me with a viciousness that could cut glass.

"Take a seat," she said as she straightened up in her office chair. "Would you like tea or coffee?"

"Coffee, please," I replied, meeting her gaze back in a manner that conveyed I wasn't scared.

She sent a message on her phone, then stared at me, clearly expecting me to speak.

"Before I tell you about everything Young Corporations can offer, I need to know what you're looking for."

"I heard you say you own some of the largest factories in China," she replied, zeroing in on all the contracts I brought.

"Ah, let me see what I can offer there," I said as I shuffled through contracts and laid three out neatly on the table.

She looked through all of them before turning to me and scoffing, her jaw clenched. "Let's see, one contract states I can only use one section of a factory, the other states that I can use a whole factory if you take twenty percent of my earnings from the products I sell from said factory, the third contract states I can rent out your smallest factory. I strongly decline all of these offers."

"Well, if we look into the logistics, they're not bad deals," please say yes.

"Mr. Young, if you cannot change any of these offers, I'm afraid this meeting will have to be cut short," she said, raising her voice a notch before giving a curt nod to the woman that brought my coffee, but I was in no mood to drink it.

I paused, thinking. I wasn't expecting her to be that dissatisfied. "I can give you a wing of the largest factory for rent."

"How much?" She asked, simmering down.

"Anually, we're talking around fifteen to twenty million," I replied, ready for the counteroffer.

She scoffed again, raising her eyebrows in amusement at my audaciousness, "Twelve point five million."

"I'm afraid I can't lower the price so drastically on such a short notice. If-"

She smiled sweetly before cutting me off, "No cutting the deal with DigiStream, then. What a shame. I thought you were far more capable than the current owner-"

"Twelve point five million," I agreed with a bitter taste in my mouth. "I'll have the contract sent in five working days."

She smugly saw me off, and I left, trying not to curse loudly in the middle of the hall.

Fuck. There goes all good relations between me and Y/N.

𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗

Kai left, and for some reason, I wanted him to stay. I usually wasn't the type to want someone so bad, but all I needed was one fuck to get him off my mind, His british accent, his stupid deals, those fucking biceps. I just needed it.

My hand trailed to my pants before I could stop myself. Definitely ovulating, I thought as I rubbed my clit with my thumb and slipped two fingers inside, moaning as I hit my g-spot. God, I hope no one heard that, but then my need for more increased, and my fingers went faster until all I could do was stifle my moans by biting my other thumb and letting my orgasm crash over me.

I really shouldn't want someone this much. I was just sex-deprived, that's it; it wasn't an odd want for Kai Young. Not at all.

I just needed a sex buddy.

That was it.

Nothing else.

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✧ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 ✧

Chapter One - Great

Chapter Two - A Need, A Want, A Relief

Chapter Three - Vulnerabilities and Fuck-Ups

Chapter Four - Getting Friendzoned Is Worse

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✮❈ 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 ❈✮

Ruthless! Two strong-headed characters, an independent woman a gentleman, sorta enemies turned lovers

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𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗

Love. It was a funny thing, wasn't it? Everyone claims that they've found 'the one,' yet it's only a coincidence that the 'electrician' in said partners' phones sends nudes and flirty messages. In other words, love doesn't fucking exist, and I'm tired of people who think 'love' is this perfect thing without ups and downs. Love is a fantasy, however, affection does exist.

Unfortunately, no matter how hard I hold onto it, the universe snatches affection from my hands and leaves me cold and bitter; a surly bitch, in other words.

But I was okay with that. No, really, I don't mind.

I mean, I still have friends, I still cry, I have emotions. I'm not a monster.

Right? Please tell me I'm not.

"If we were to make this deal work, I want fifteen percent straight equity. Again, I am giving you a very powerful tool that can easily solve your cyber attack issues," I said to the man sitting across me. What the fuck was his name again? I can't remember anything these days.

"Ten percent," he curtly negotiated, but I could feel his leg shaking under the rich, mohagony table.

"Twenty percent," I said, keeping my laser eye contact piercing through him.

"I can't-"

"Well then, I'm sorry we couldn't make this deal work," I said, getting up abruptly to see him out.

1, 2, 3.

"Wait," I knew it, "Fifteen percent," he said, his veins straining at his temples.

"Pleasure doing business with you," I said as I shook his hand firmly and walked him out, "I'll have the written agreement sent to you next week."

And with an unsatisfied nod, he left. I sat in my chair again and sighed before quickly straightening my posture and getting back to work. There was no time to waste.

𝓚𝓪𝓲

Emails left and right, meetings, conference rooms, events, and absolutely no time to think. I can't remember the last time I could just sit down and read some fucking Hemingway. Speaking of which, DigiStream wasn't going so well either. We were so close to getting the company due to the cyber attack (which was no doubt started by Christian), but suddenly, they don't want to sell.

Knock, knock, knock.

"Enter," I said, trying to seal my exhaustion in my voice.

Dante came in, his ominous presence filling the room but not intimidating me.

"I'm not interested in another boxing match-"

"I know why you're not getting DigiStream."

I straightened in my seat immediately.

"I was the one who started the cyber attack, and I knew there was one tool that not even Harper has, so-"

"So Harper's competitor, Techception, made a deal with the owner of DigiStream to give him the tool," I finished. "Shit. I need DigiStream, Dante."

"I know the owner of Techception."

"Y/N, right?"

"Yup. She's a tough one to crack, actually almost impossible to crack. The only reason I'm working with her is because I couldn't beat her, and let me tell you that bitch is sharp," his words filled me with even more dread.

Y/N was mysterious, but everyone knew she was ruthless. Once, she fired her whole HR team during a market crash, hired another HR team from third-world countries the next day, and doubled her stocks.

"So... Anything else, because you just made my day five times worse."

"She's going to the Valhalla Christmas party."

I groaned. "Great." Goodbye to my calm, literary-filled Christmas break.

"You both have a lot of stress, believe it or not. Every time I see you guys, you're both just tired and dragging yourself on even if you don't want to."

"Dante, if you're trying to hook us up, I can assure you, I don't need anyone right now. And the only reason I'm stressed and you're not is because you're in love."

"Which is exactly why you need to hook up with someone," he replied, and I suppressed an eye-roll. Be a gentleman, Kai.

"See you at the party?"

"Sure," I said before getting back to work. Only God can help me now.

𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗

"There are a lot of things on my mind now, Dante. The last thing I want to do is go to a fucking Christmas party," I said, fighting the urge to kick him out.

"Well, there will be a lot of people there to make deals with, even Kai Young," he said, trying to persuade me. I ran calculations as to why he wanted me to go to this party.

I scoffed when I figured it out. "You told Young I was going to the party because he wanted to secure a deal with me so he could get DigiStream. Fuck, really, Dante?"

He met my gaze with equal ferocity, "You don't need to secure a deal with him, just pretend you're convinced."

I groaned. "Great." Goodbye to my calm, literary-filled Christmas break.

He scoffed, and I raised a brow.

"He had the same reaction when I told him you were going." I wanted to wipe the grin off his face.

"Well tell him that he can go fuck himself in hell and bring you along. Actually, don't. If he wins his presidency, he'll be useful."

After he left, I felt like throwing myself off a cliff. I filled the one rare empty space in my calendar with 'Valhalla Christmas party' and sighed, looking at the label on my phone with disdain.

Can't fucking wait.

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🕸️【𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫-𝐌𝐚𝐧 𝐱 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐥】🕸️

Spiders Like To Eat... And Get Eaten, Too Smut, dom Wade, bottom Peter, blowjobs.

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The club.

Two words, two syllables, yet a shit-ton of meanings and even more reactions. For example, when I ask someone if they want to got to the club I mean: "Wanna get some drinks and then cry in each others arms and vent to each other and then do an insane amount of coke and dance all night and get some greasy ass food after from that restaurant that I'm 99% sure is used for as a cover for money-laundering and wake up in a whole different state?" and if someone ever asked me if I want to go to the club, my reaction would be "Hell yeah! Lemme just go put on my favorite Spider-Man banana hammock!"

But what happens when you don't do coke or get so drunk you cry on each other's arms? Simple: you plan a fight between a succubus and Lady Thor so that they can fall in a mud bath and look all sexy as they topple over each other but instead the plan backfires and thy tell you and your crush you've been stalking for over a decade-ahem, I mean Spider-Man, to dance for your amusement. Oh, and after, you don't get some greasy food. Instead:

"Heh... Heh... Oh, God, I needed that," he sighed. "I don't want to ruin the moment, but... If you're serious about trying to make a change for the better," he paused, and I took a moment to trace the web on his suit, "I believe you're doing the job."

It took me a moment to process his words. No one was ever really serious with me... except my wife. She was a bit too serious sometimes.

Thinking about her suddenly hurt, but then I remembered I hadn't responded yet and vanished the image of her from my mind, "Heh. I don't have a smart-ass response to that, so... thanks."

"So..." The air suddenly got tense. What now? Was it really going to end, after all that dancing and fun and... touching...? The bastard in my pants seemed to want to wave at Spidey's 'silk spinner' and I cleared my throat.

His gaze drifted to my lips and mine to his dick. Fuck, it looked long jutting out like that in his tight boxers. I suddenly remembered we were both shirtless, and Peter's gaze on my abdomen was not helping me forget.

"Staring so hard, I think you might wanna lick," I replied, horniness rising through me with every word spoken.

He blushed, and I took a step closer, "God, you are just so weird," he pinched the bridge of his nose, but I could tell he actually wasn't pissed.

"And sexy."

"... And sexy," he admitted, running his lip between his teeth.

Then, so quickly, as if time just skipped a moment, we were devouring each other. Mouth on mouth, hands on hot and flushed skin, tongues on tongues. 

"Fuck," Peter said as he took a breather, huffing with glazed eyes and an air that smelled like sex. 

I dragged him to an alleyway and frenzily took off his boxers. "No time to rest, sweetums."

"Shit what if someone sees-ugh," he was interrupted as I took him in my mouth, swirling my tongue intently and staring at his face getting thrown back. Everything was hot and in a rush and just so fucking good.

I could feel his hot pre-cum gliding on my tongue, and I sucked hungrily, my insides flaming even further as his knees buckled and he let out another sroused groan.

"Fuck!" He exclaimed as he came, and I could practically see the stars burst behind his eyes.

Pleh! "Damn, your cum isn't spider webs?" I asked through the haze after I spit it out.

"Shut the fuck up and put it in," he needily huffed as he hotly took off my boxers, and I took a moment to notice how his hands desperately pulled my clothes down to reveal my hard cock, already leaking pre-cum. Just from that? But I really wasn't surprised. 

"Guess it really is hard to blow and not be blowed," I said thoughtfully, but we both knew I was just teasing him.

"Take that toxic waste vat you call your brain, shut it, and fuck me already," the flush on his face rose with every syllable.

"As you say, princess," I said as I lifted his thighs around my waist and thrusted, moaning as my dick finally got something to pound.

I moved at a normal pace, "It's your call, Skippy. We can do it like this, real slow, or-"

"If you don't go faster, I swear," he breathily threatened.

Going against every fucking molecule in my body, I slowed down.

"Wade!" Peter yelled as he thrust his hips downwards, needing friction.

I thrust up to meet him, and we worked in sync. My whole body went numb as I zeroed in on his body bouncing up, his eyes rolled back as he felt me cum in him. It seemed to be the final straw for him because he came on my chest immediately after. I took some on my finger and licked it, locking eye contact as I drew out the pleasure for just a little longer. After I exited him with a pop and letting the cool air hit my hot cock, I put on my boxers.

"I am trying so hard to work my legs and not fall to the ground right now," I said, still reeling.

"Yeah," he said, looking like he had just woken up from a century-long nap.

"So..."

"I'm sure you'll start up some trouble and see me real soon," he responded before I could ask.

"Bye, Spidey!" I called out as he glided through the air, and I could catch a glimpse of him looking back.

A sudden dreadful feeling resonated deep within my core. "Wait, I'm forgetting something... Shit, my wife!"

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𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

"Uhm, hello?" I asked confused as I entered the dark room. It was me and Christian's first year anniversary, and God knows what he planned.

"Mi amor," I could hear his silky voice from somewhere inside.

I tried to turn on the lights, but they didn't work, "Christian, you dragged me to these random apartments, the least you could do is make sure the lights work."

"But they do. HomePod, turn on the lights."

A modern, lavish, apartment came to life. Firm, wooden floors, invisible kitchen counters, the comfiest looking living room... and then me, wondering why he wanted to spend our anniversary in an apartment.

"It's... beautiful?" What do I say to this?

"It's yours," and I lost it right there.

"What? You ought me an apartment?" I asked in pure shock as I roamed around. Two dimly lit, spacious bedrooms, a walk-in closet, and a balcony with flowers and plants to round it off: it was the most luxurious penthouse I had ever seen with my own two eyes.

"Christian, this is too much-"

"Well, I figured since you're moving back to the States, and since I have to go on business trips a lot, you needed your own place to stay."

"The least? Christian, oh my god," I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him and he grabbed my thighs to hoist me.

"Do you like it?" He asked as I wrapped my legs around his and felt his brick-hard chest.

"Yes, I do," I said sexually before going in for another kiss, but he put a finger over my lips.

"There's more," he replied, and I scoffed. He had to be kidding, right?

He covered my eyes and carried me all the way outside, ignoring my embarrassed protests as I felt the onlookers laser stare on us.

"Christian, put me down!" I exclaimed when we were finally outside. He did and removed his hands from my eye to reveal a baby-pink G-wagon in the parking lot with a red bow tied neatly on top of it.

Excitement and happiness rose rapidly in my chest until I was flooding with it, "Christian, you didn't."

"Oh I did," he said as he handed me the keys.

"Where to?" I asked him eagerly as I looked at the keys.

"Let's get croissants," he said with a grin.

So, we got in the car and drove off.

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𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧

Valentine's Day. Everybody loves it, right? Even single people go out to clubs and whatnot to get some sort of semblance of happiness and meaning in their otherwise gray lives. But for me? It was a fucking challenge. You see, after my last meeting with y/n, we agreed for our relationship to be long-distance since I had work here, she settled down there, yada yada. And, around Valentine's, I was crowded with marketing meetings left and right until there was barely any room left for me to breathe, so, yes, it was a goddamn challenge to make time for y/n on Valentine's Day, especially for what I had planned.

My stomach erupted with nerves thinking about it.

The only thing keeping my sanity intact for the big surprise was my video calls with y/n. We couldn't call often, though, there was a six-hour time difference, and, knowing y/n, she would sleep as much as she could after work. But, eventually, I would see her soon. On Valentine's Day. And it would change both of our lives.

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

I couldn't really describe how I felt about seeing Christian tomorrow. Excited? Not even close. Ecstatic? An understatement. So-fucking-euphoric-I-feel-like-I-can-touch-the-moon? Maybe. What I wasn't looking forward to or expecting, however, was how hard it was to pick an outfit. Of course, I would be going for either red or pink, but I didn't own a pink dress that wasn't for clubbing, and the only red clothes I have are lingerie. So, I had no other choice but to call for some emergency shopping with Stella. Speaking of which... I checked my watch.

Fuck, I was late.

"¡Ya estoy aquí! Uhf, había tanto tráfico en el camino que juro que casi me golpeo la cabeza contra el volante." I'm here! Uhf, there was so much traffic on the way, I swear I almost bashed my head against the wheel, Stella said as we met up at the mall entrance.

Our shopping went on and on until we searched every nook and cranny of the mall for a suitable dress. Thankfully, I had found one, but the jitters in my stomach erupted for no reason.

Why did I have a feeling this date was going to be different?

Today was Valentine's Day. Well, it was still morning, so despite the walkways and shops being decorated with hearts and all sorts of romantic themes, no festivities were really going on. That was for nighttime. I was so nervous to see Christian, especially since he told me to meet at some random open field. God knows what he's planning.

The anxious hours passed of me pacing up and down my room to get ready to meet Christian at the field. When I finally mustered up my courage and locked the butterflies in my stomach into a cage to go to the deserted field, I almost dislocated my jaw.

Whirrr!

"You booked a helicopter?" I looked at Christian in amazement. Only he could pull something like this off.

"Yes, now get in, mi amor."

As the helicopter took off and the beautiful view of the city cleared almost everything from my mind, I couldn't help but notice how Christian kept shaking his leg.

"Are you okay?" I placed my hand on his thigh.

He took it and kissed the thin skin of my knuckles, "Of course I am. Just wait 'till you see what I have planned."

"Dinner at McDonald's?" I asked in a mock-contemplating voice.

"If you keep that up, then maybe," he said in an annoyed tone, but he still grasped my hand tighter.

Once we landed, we took a walk in a Japanese garden, which was filled with beautiful greenery and playful teasing, interrupted by a white cat (which I kept petting to revel in Christian's irritation that I was ignoring him). The garden path led to a restricted area of Valhalla, which I was unsure about entering because of how quiet it was.

"Are you sure we can go inside?" I asked hesitantly, "It looks abandoned."

"Well, it was... until I bought it. So, yes, we can go inside.

Rich people, I thought as I walked inside, but as soon as I saw the place, all of my thoughts vanished. All of the lights snapped on, and the grand mohagony floor reflected lavishness and life. Stunning gold and white pillars lined the walls, and the ceiling was filled with strategically placed arches and intricate designs with two bright, captivating crystal chandeliers hanging from two large arches. But, what caught my attention were the curtains at the end of the room, only slightly open but not enough to see inside. Was the surprise truly not done yet?

"Wow..." I said in awe as mystical music started playing from god-knows-where.

Christian came in front of me and went down on one knee.

Uh, what the fuck is going on?

"May I have this dance?"

"Oh..." I tried not to sound disappointed, "Yes, you can."

As if he could read my mind, he smirked and took my hand, and we danced. My right hand was in his, my left on his shoulder, and his left on my back as we swayed to the music. At that moment, I felt closer to him, not physically, but in a more complicated, loving way. We were communicating as we danced together, in such an intimate way that only we could do and understand what was going on between us.

Then, the music stopped, and the air shifted back to normal, left with the crumbs of the dance.

I looked around, "Wait a minute..." we were in a completely different setting. It was now just a dining table prepared for two over a view of the city.

"I moved us behind the curtain while we were dancing. I'm surprised you didn't notice," he said as he pulled a chair out for me.

"Oh..." blood rose to my cheeks as I sat down.

We talked over steak dinner, reminiscing about my time as a secretary, joking about how I betrayed him which seemed so long ago. I was proud of how far we had come.

"What do you want for dessert?" He asked, looking at the dessert menu reproachfully.

"Hm… apple crumble. What about you?"

"Nothing."

"It's going to look bad if I'm the only one eating."

"It won't."

I stared at him, he stared back.

"Fine. I'll have a croissant, just like you bought me years ago-"

"You're still hung over that croissant?" I asked in a surprised scoff.

"I'm still hung over you." I didn't really talk after that.

After dinner, I sorrowfully got my bag, disappointed the date was already done.

"Don't look so sad. I still have another surprise."

I could feel my spirits float up in my chest, "Another?" I said a little too excitedly. I schooled my expression.

He smirked, "Yes, another one." I must've looked like a tomato at that point.

He led me up a lavish, spiral staircase which was draped with a silky and luxurious red carpet. At the end of the stairs, however, was not another lavish floor room, but a singular, shabby door. Confused, I followed Christian outside, and my jaw fell to the floor.

"Holy shit..." I murmured as I clasped my hands on the rooftop railing, looking down at the city in awe.

Lights and horns honking, the view fully captured Spain until the lines between a masterpiece and reality blurred significantly.

"I love you, you know that?" I was staring at the view, but he was staring at me the entire time.

"I know," I replied lovingly, "I love you too-"

"No, keep staring outside," he said absentmindedly, still staring at me in a trance.

I chuckled at his breezy expression and looked outside. I gasped at what I saw.

I love you, the lights of the city read. I couldn't believe it, I really couldn't, nor could I stop the tears coming from my eyes.

God, I really do love him.

I sobbed even more when I turned around and saw him on one knee. I had been expecting it, I knew it was going to happen soon enough, yet I still couldn't believe my eyes.

"Y/n, I had been obsessed with you since the day I met you," he choked, his eyes also glistening with tears, "But later, I realized it was love. Y/n, will you-"

"Yes, yes, yes!" I couldn't hear another word.

Before he even fully got up, I tackled him to the floor. We lay on the ground laughing and kissing each other like mad people. I really couldn't believe I was this happy.

"Is this a good enough Valentine's Day gift?" He managed to get out amid frantic kisses.

"Are you fucking kidding?" I asked laughing; I was euphoric.

Let's just say, that night, the sex we had was unimaginable.

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𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

1 Year Later Spain

"Sólo una baguette, por favor. Gracias," just one baguette, please. Thank you. I turned to Stella after paying.

"¿Qué vas a hacer el próximo fin de semana? Las Fallas se celebran en el paseo marítimo local. Deberías venir, ya sabes, salir de casa por una vez.," What are you doing next weekend? The Fallas Festival is taking place in the local walkway. You should come, y'know, get out of the house for once.

She looked at me expectantly. She was right, I hadn't really been leaving the house because it was around the time I left Christian, but it was time to discard him in the past.

I opened my mouth before reluctantly closing it, "Está bien, de acuerdo. El próximo fin de semana será," Okay, fine. Next weekend it is.

She squealed, giving me an excited nudge, and suddenly I got the feeling that I would regret this.

𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧

It had been a year since y/n had left, and I was feeling less motivated by the second, but—of course—I was a fucking billionaire, so I couldn't show it while I was on a Zoom meeting with the goddamn president of Spain.

"Ah, I am telling you, you must come to the Fallas Festival. Take a break from this lavishness, and come to Spain. I can arrange a small, normal, walkway, eh?" His accent rolled over his words swiftly.

Well, I kinda have to if I want to expand my business further. But I couldn't say that, "Of course."

Please kill me; I finished the glass of whiskey in one, desperate sip.

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

The Fallas Festival came rather unceremoniously. I was so caught up with work (as an office receptionist), especially with the new interns and helping them that I only realized the festival was today this morning. Thankfully, Stella had already made reservations at an outdoor restaurant and confirmed my doubt that I couldn't come in any clothes that weren't traditional by responding to all of my ten anxious texts.

When afternoon came, Stella and I met up right outside where the fireworks were supposed to go off and managed to get a bench in the bustling walkway after a couple that seemed to be very into each other moved to somewhere more private (the bushes).

"Ooh, mira ese grupo de chicos lindos," Ooh, look at that group of cute guys. She pointed to a batch of guys, "Vamos, vamos a buscar algo esta noche," come on, let's go get some tonight. The amount of mirth leaking from her eyes was so abundant I thought I might drown in it.

She dragged me to my feet, but I couldn't help to think about Christian as we approached the men.

Hola, mi nombre es y/n," hello, my name is y/n. In the corner of my eye, Stella was already being swayed by a charming dude.

"Un placer conocerte. Mi nombre es Marcos," Nice to meet you. My name is Marcos.

"Y/n." A familiar voice rang out from behind me. No, it couldn't be.

"Disculpe," excuse me, I told the man I was formerly talking to as I turned around, not knowing what I wanted to see behind me.

It was him. He had changed, I could see it in his eye bags and outgrown beard, but it was still him, and he still looked at me the same as he did a year ago.

"Christian," I couldn't stop the tears flowing from my eyes.

He walked up to me, disbelieving at first, as though he thought he'd never see me again before breaking into a desperate print. Everything else faded into the background until it was just us, bound by every possibility, finding each other despite everything. We kissed, and it felt like everything I'd been missing for a year was compensated. I finally had him back.

Somewhere in the distance, a firework went off.

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𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

1 Month Later

Days at work were getting more and more stressful as Sentinel became closer to launching Scylla. Even Christian didn't complain when I stayed late at night; we were trying to get all the help we possibly could. Me and Christian didn't have time for dates or sex. The best we could squeeze in were small kisses or poorly sent nudes.

He was in a meeting, and I was asked to go and quickly get some coffee at the snack bar. Of course, I did as I was told since I was still his secretary. We had promised to keep things (mostly) professional at work, but sometimes, we forget about professionalism and break the rules. This was one of those times.

On the way to the snack bar, the bright white light from the women's bathroom shone dangerously, and I guess you could say I had an idea.

𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧

Meetings were always important to me: big or small, they all held the same relevance. I wasn't an idiot, though; I could tell this meeting was relatively more significant than others. Did that stop the meeting's value from whooshing over my head as soon as y/n sent a video of her playing with herself in the stalls? No.

Not at all.

Organized discussion came and left as the employees discussed how we would sell Scylla in time. I should've been participating, but instead, I silenced everyone with a sharp ahem.

"I'm afraid something urgent has come up. I apologize for the abrupt departure, but please continue your discussion," I said before walking out of the meeting room and texting Y/N to meet me in the office.

Mouths agape, (I had never cut a meeting short, especially so abruptly), they all stared in shock as my steps receded towards the elevator.

Ding!

I strode to my office. Y/n was already there on my desk, sitting in a cross-legged pose that looked sultry in its languid nature.

"I was waiting on you-" I cut her off with a rough kiss, my fingers squeezing the skin of her chin deeply as I angled and controlled.

Our tongues strangled ferociously and the sweet taste of her mouth turned spicy as she fisted my hair tighter. Relentless, we kept going until the realization that we needed to stop for air settled disappointingly over us. We broke away, and I had never seen anything more sinful than y/n's face. Her tongue stuck out with saliva trailing from her swollen lips, and she was panting like a dog, trying to catch her breath in a complete haze of heat. She looked at me with half-lidded eyes, and whatever she saw in my eyes made her pupils blow.

A small eternity passed in the span of a second, and then we feasted on each other so salaciously that we resembled two animals fighting to the death instead of being driven solely by lust. Frenzied hands urgently took off clothes that led a trail all the way to the bedroom. There was no foreplay; I thrust, she moaned. I went so fast that my dick blurred as it went in and out of her pussy.

Tears flowed endlessly down her cheeks as her back bowed dramatically. She was practically screaming, her body thrusting instinctively back on my cock and making her breasts bounce deliciously, all of her only focused on more. Her tight cunt was wrapped so deliciously on my cock, I couldn't help but aggressively grasp her hips as I came, her pussy fluttering desperately on my cock as she went down with me.

Only when I pulled out and saw my cum dripping out of her pussy did I realize my immature mistake.

"Don't worry, I'm on the pill," she must've noticed the small horror in my eyes.

"Good," I darkly said before opening her legs again.

"What're you doing?"

"Cancel my meetings for today, secretary," I seductively commanded.

She looked shocked at first, but her expression suddenly turned hungry.

"Yes, sir."

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

2 Months Later

I have been postponing this for far too long. Ava was the only one who knew about Christian and me, and—keeping her promise—she didn't tell anyone else. I invited everyone over for some comfy at-home drinks and prepared small snacks on the kitchen island island.

My friends poured in. First was Bridget who was punctually on time, second was Ava (who looked like she was still recovering from a quickie with Alex), then Jules, still fixing her sex-rumpled clothes. Is sex the only thing they do? I poured their drinks and fiddled with my thumbs. I was nervous but I had to say it.

"Christian and I are dating," I said so abruptly that all heads were flung towards me dramatically.

"I fucking knew it! ...How big is his cock?" Jules was the first to recover from the shock.

"How was the sex?" Ava and Bridget both asked eagerly in unison.

I was shocked that was the first question they asked, "Is that what you guys got out of that? But, fine, I'll tell you," I paused for suspense, "he makes my orgasm feel like ascending to heaven and his cock is almost the size of my forearm."

"Ouch," grimaced Jules, "That must hurt."

I nodded to Jules before glancing at Ava's full cup, "Ava, why aren't you drinking?" Was I that bad at making a gin and tonic?

She shot a mischievous smile... "I can't drink alcohol... at least for the next nine months."

Everyone squealed, and the communication with my friends returned, along with a warmth blooming in my chest.

I hope I never lose them.

𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧

3 Months After

Business has never been better. It was confirmed we would get Scylla on the market before Sentinel, and, not only that, we've got much more investors than them, too. However, there was still one more problem—the traitor.

I was able to find a trace of the hacker using a scanner, and now several teams were locating who had gotten the information. I was at ease; now that we finally had something, it would be no issue targeting the imposter. In fact, we could find them any second now-

A firm, singular knock broke me from my thoughts. It was Kage.

"Come in."

He stormed in, "Boss, we know who leaked Scylla," I could tell he was hesitant.

"Go on then," I commanded impatiently.

Y/n. I thought it was just me thinking about her until I realized the name came from Kage's mouth.

"Y/n what?" It couldn't be. She would never.

"She leaked Scylla. We got footage from one of the guys at Sentinel... Do you want to see it?"

"No."

He left (the smart thing to do), and it was just me, alone, in this empty, lavish apartment. Everything inside of me tensed, and before I could stop myself I grabbed a vase and threw it.

Crash!

It didn't help.

Beep, beep, beep.

I dialed reception, "Call y/n to my office," I ordered, jaw firmly clenched as I slammed the phone down.

A few minutes later y/n came, looking confused, "Why'd you call-" she saw the shattered glass on the floor, "Are you okay?" Like you would care.

I continued staring at her. Words wouldn't do me any good. She must've realized I figured it out because at once her eyes watered and she walked over, carefully dodging the glass shards.

"Christian, please, you have to understand it was real. All of it, I swear!" She sobbed, and—for once—I didn't want to help her. "I... I had to help my mother. She needed the money... I-I'm so sorry," her words were broken from hics and sobs; barely comprehensible.

"I don't want to see you right now. Leave."

The next day, she wasn't there. No matter how much I searched, she was gone.

4 Months Later

We had launched Scylla before Sentinel, leading our stocks, shares, and investors to shoot out of the roof.

All of this, yet I didn't care. My life went back to grey as soon as y/n left, and I would do anything to have her back.

[spades4cards]

Listen, if I ever dedicate a book to you, I will do EVERYTHING in my power so you don't read it.

Writing: you want everyone to read yours except the people you know

[spades4cards]

"Achilles is a bottom"

—Plato, probably

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No, because why does literally NO ONE talk about how Patrochilles could've survived if Patroclus never went with Achilles. Like, Achilles wouldn't have been in sorrow or walking outside that day Paris killed him, Achilles would've been fighting a war because he gave Briseis to Agamemnon. But, they both wanted to stay together leading to Patroclus making a blood oath to Agamemnon and him dying.

THEM STAYING TOGETHER WAS THE FUCKING CAUSE OF THEIR DEATHS, THEIR LOVE AND LOYALTY WERE THE CAUSE OF THEIR DEATHS

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𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

I don't know if last night was some sort of revelation or just the consequences of my actions catching up to me, but I've been down ever since. My words seemed to take on a duller tone, my steps fell heavier, and my tongue moved less, even with Christian. He's been busy with finding out who the traitor is (my gut wrenches every time I remember), and can't dote on me as much in the office, but I can tell he's concerned. I see the worry in his eyes when he thinks I'm not looking, and I've been trying to make myself look happy, but it takes too much work, and my mask slips before I can straighten it back up again.

It was another late night—I've been working a lot these days—and Christian couldn't tell me to leave. People were already getting suspicious of him and me.

Tap, tap, tap.

My insistent and focused typing on my computer was the only thing breaking the silence. Christian had stopped typing, staring at me and waiting for an answer as to why I was acting differently. I, however, ignored him and continued typing away.

"Y/n," it was a warning and a plea.

"Christian."

"Come here," a pregnant pause, "please."

I stopped typing, gave him a sarcastic and exhausted look (a small attempt to make it seem like I was my normal self), and walked to him. He patted his lap, and I sat on it, instinctively sinking into the sweet warmth of his body.

"What can this faithful servant do to make his Goddess feel better?" He asked huskily, brushing my hair out of my face.

"This Goddess already feels fine," I attempted to reassure, resting my head on his broad chest.

"Y/n, please, just tell me what's wrong. I know you try to hide it, but you've been sad recently."

"I just... I guess I'm scared that our relationship won't work out," because of the foundation of lies I built it on.

He rubbed soothingly on my lower back and paused, contemplating what I said.

"Even if the Gods want to rip us apart, they couldn't. I will always find my way back to you and you will always find your way back to me. You know why?" Please don't say it's because you love me, "We're twin flames. Two bodies, one soul."

We both went in for a kiss, but it wasn't as rough as it usually was—no, it was slow and passionate as we both poured ourselves into each other. Our hands trailed our bodies with practiced ease, gentle as we unclothed each other, slowly picking up the pace as our eagerness grew. His hands clung to my skin as he carried me to the room. We became intertwined; slowly, cautiously. I made noises I couldn't process, it blew right threw me.

We crashed as we embraced: chests heaving and loving words spoken.

"I don't even think that was sex, it was like..." I tried to find the right words.

"Making love?"

At that, the air stilled. Something seemed to tighten around Christian and me, and then I remembered what I had to do.

Let me have this one thing, "Yeah, like making love."

I waited until he fell asleep, a deep hollowness in my chest as I bent my arm over the bed to pick up my pants, pulling a roll of tape from its pocket. His breath hitched, and I froze, but once they steadied again, I slowly tore of a piece of tape from the roll and placed it slyly on his thumb, lightly creasing the edges so I could get his whole fingerprint.

Once it was done, I cautiously left the bed, opened the door as quietly as I could (though there was still a creak), and ducked under his desk. I could see a small PIN pad with a black screen on top to detect the fingerprint. I brought the piece of tape up to the black screen. A green light flashed in the corner, I just had to guess the code. I tried his birthday, and the light flashed red. I knew I only had two more guesses. I put in his birth year: 1991, but it didn't work. Only one more guess...

Fuck, just what could it be? A variation of a word, a birthday, his favorite authors birthday?

My heart banged erratically against my chesty. Then, it stopped as another thought came into my mind: was it my birthday?

I didn't believe it was mine but I still typed it.

Beep, beep, beep.

Beep, beep, beep.

The light flashed green, and the PIN pad fell to reveal an USB, but I was still reeling.

He had kept the password to protecting the chip from the traitor, the traitor's birthday. It was me who sold Scylla, yet it was my birthday protecting the database.

Something inside me changed, and I felt like I was a jigsaw puzzle someone scrambled to put together, some pieces loose despite it looking fitted. The USB glinted temptingly in the moonlight, waiting for me to take it and erase all evidence of me being the traitor, promising a blissful relationship with Christian and for the big boulder on my shoulder to lessen and fade.

I reached my hand out, and-

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YESS THIS IS SO MEEE

*struggles while writing* i suck and writing is hard

*remembers some ppl use ai* i am a creative force. i am uncorrupted by theft and indolence. i am on a journey to excellence. it is my duty to keep taking joy in creating.