Chapter 6

Ezra quickly tugged his collar upward, cutting off Raka’s gaze with a panicked motion that only made him look incredibly suspicious.

"It's nothing. Just... a bug bite from when I was sleeping," Ezra stammered, his voice sounding raspy and strained to his own ears.

Raka was no fool. He narrowed his eyes, examining Ezra from head to toe with a deep frown. "A bug bite that color? And since when do you have the money to buy an expensive branded flannel shirt like the one you're wearing, Zra? Yesterday your phone was off, and then this morning the administration office told me your entire debt was cleared. What... what are you actually hiding from me?"

"I got a loan from a distant relative, Ka. Look, I really have to get to class now," Ezra interrupted quickly, unable to handle the barrage of cornering questions anymore. He turned on his heel and walked away in a hurry, ignoring Raka’s voice echoing down the campus corridor.

However, Ezra’s escape from the harsh reality didn't last long. Right after his afternoon class ended, a short message popped up on his new phone. It was a single line of absolute command from Darren’s number:

Meet me at the Wijaya Group headquarters now. A driver is already waiting for you at the campus gate.

Ezra let out a long sigh, tracing his fingers over his neck, which still felt slightly tender. Like it or not, the pages of the contract he had signed had stripped away his right to say 'no'.

The Executive Sanctuary

The Wijaya Group skyscraper stood proudly in the center of the business district. Guided through the private executive elevator by Darren’s personal driver, Ezra finally arrived at the top floor—the exclusive domain of the CEO.

"Mr. Darren is waiting for you inside, Mr. Ezra. Starting today, your ID badge is registered as his special personal assistant," said Darren’s senior secretary, a middle-aged woman named Mrs. Siska. The sharp, analytical look she gave Ezra made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. Ezra merely nodded awkwardly and pushed open the double doors to Darren’s office.

The office was incredibly vast and luxurious, with a massive desk made of black Italian marble resting in the center. Behind the desk sat Darren, his tie already slightly loosened, his face hardened with intense stress. Several stacks of auditing files for a major project lay scattered before him.

"Close the door. And lock it," Darren commanded without looking up.

Ezra obeyed, turning the deadbolt of the double doors until a firm click echoed through the room. As Ezra stepped closer, Darren suddenly rose from his chair. His cold, professional demeanor vanished instantly, replaced by a dark gaze loaded with frustration and pent-up lust.

"Darren, what's wrong—"

Without a word, Darren ambushed Ezra. His large hands gripped Ezra’s waist and lifted him with a rough tug, seating the young man on top of the cold black marble desk. The vital documents that had been neatly arranged were instantly shoved into a chaotic mess, a few of them fluttering down to the floor.

"Darren! We're in the office... what if someone walks in?!" Ezra whispered in a panic, his eyes darting anxiously toward the distant wooden doors. Even though he knew this room was soundproofed, the thought of dozens of employees and secretaries walking back and forth just outside made his heart race twice as fast with fear.

"This room is soundproof, Ezra. And no one dares to enter without my permission," Darren replied darkly, his voice husky with a burning swell of emotion. The pressure of a morning-long meeting with a corrupt board of directors had left his head pounding, and the only sedative he desired right now was the body of the young man in front of him.

Desecration on Marble

Darren leaned down, capturing Ezra’s lips in a wild, hot kiss that reeked of absolute dominance. He gave Ezra no room to resist. His tongue invaded Ezra’s mouth forcefully, demanding total compliance. Ezra let out a muffled groan, his hands flying up to grip Darren’s solid shoulders as his fear was slowly eroded by a wave of heat spreading throughout his body.

Darren’s hands moved brutally, ripping at the buttons of Ezra’s shirt until several of them tore free, clinking loudly against the floor. Ezra’s pale, clean skin was exposed once more, contrasting sharply with the cold black marble surface beneath his hips. The scalding touch of Darren’s fingers on his skin made Ezra shiver violently.

"Nghhh... Darren... n-not here... ahh!" Ezra cried out softly as Darren bit into his shoulder, stamping a fresh, intimate mark there.

"Just be quiet and enjoy it, Ezra. You belong to me, remember?" Darren whispered hotly against his lips.

With a swift, daring movement, Darren discarded the remaining barriers of clothing between them. Trapping Ezra’s slender frame, he parted the young man's legs wide across the executive desk, initiating an immediate, deep union without a single care for time or place.

"Akhh! Darren—ohh!" Ezra tilted his head back in surrender, his eyes clamping shut as an overwhelming wave of fullness and intense ecstasy crashed into his senses. His hands shifted to grip the edges of the marble desk so tightly that his knuckles turned white, anchoring himself against the vibration of Darren’s movements, which grew faster and more intense by the second.

The usually formal and frigid workspace was instantly transformed into a battlefield of sinful passion. The erotic sounds of Ezra pleading for mercy mingled with Darren’s low groans of profound satisfaction, echoing between the soundproofed walls. Darren chased his release relentlessly, driving into Ezra’s body in a dizzying rhythm, welcoming a sense of danger that only pushed their adrenaline to its absolute peak.

"Ahhh! Ohh... Darren... nggghhh! I... I can't take it..." Ezra panted brokenly, his body arching forward, seeking the warmth of Darren’s broad chest as the climax drew near.

Darren growled low, accelerating his pace in the final moments before they both collapsed together in a hot, exhausting explosion of release. Ezra lay completely spent on top of Darren’s business documents, his breath coming in ragged gasps as sweat beaded at his temples.

The Informant

Meanwhile, outside the firmly locked double doors of the CEO's office, the atmosphere at the secretary’s desk was no less tense.

Mrs. Siska, the senior secretary, stared at the oak doors with a look of pure disdain and suspicion. She knew very well that her boss never locked his office doors during business hours, let alone with a male "personal assistant" he had only recently met. As a trusted confidante of the older generation of the family, Mrs. Siska felt a moral obligation.

After ensuring the corridor was empty, she lifted the landline receiver on her desk and dialed a secret number that connected directly to the primary Wijaya estate.

"Hello, Madam?" Mrs. Siska whispered, keeping her voice as low as possible. "I need to report something highly anomalous regarding Mr. Darren. He just brought an ordinary young man into his office, locked the door from the inside, and canceled all of this afternoon's meeting schedules... I believe your long-standing fears are proving correct."

On the other end of the line, Madam Wijaya’s cold, authoritative voice hardened. "Investigate the boy's background, Siska. Leave no stone unturned. I will not allow our family's good name to be ruined by such foolish perversion."

The Trap is Sprung

That night, Ezra was finally dropped off by the luxury car right at the entrance of his alley. His body felt shattered, and he had to walk with a slight limp to reach his small house.

However, Ezra's steps froze abruptly under the dim glow of the streetlamp.

There stood Raka, who had apparently been waiting since afternoon, his arms crossed over his chest. His best friend's gaze no longer held mere curiosity, but a profound sense of disappointment after witnessing Ezra step out of the exact same luxury car for the umpteenth time.

"So, is this the distant relative who lent you the money, Ezra?" Raka asked, his voice trembling with a chilling mix of anger and betrayal.