MasukMAXGood news:It'd barely been a month since the basketball injury saga, but I could honestly say my ankle was getting better. A fucking miracle after all the shit i’d put myself through lately, but it went without a doctor's advice that I still wouldn't be able to get back on the court for a while. I could at least walk a bit normally now. Bad news?Without the walking boot that usually gave off the whole “he's handicapped” vibe, my superiors now had every right to keep me at their beck and call. “Settle for a drink, Manuel?” Holland asked, probably already drunk from the way he kept flirting with damn near every woman he'd come across tonight.“No thank you. I'm on the clock—”“Oh come on” he pulled me into an uncomfortable side hug and at the slightest whiff of his bitter breath, I felt a bronchi in my lungs die out. “Just unwind for a second. The other guys dumped me for some blonde.”Yeah. I wonder why?“Erm…” I started, trying to pull away, but the man had a death grip for a
TIFFANYIf you'd told me I'd be on a private jet a couple hours into my twenty second birthday, I'd have laughed in your face. If you'd told me that private jet belonged to Theo… my face would've turned white. Almost exactly as it was right now.“Sorry Miss, do you not like the snacks?” The fluttery tone warmed from behind me. I snapped out of my mind, and met the gaze of the welcoming air hostess just in front of me. She wore a smile that perfectly matched her gracious, slender body, yet I couldn't help but notice how her swollen boobs in her plain white shirt and her curvy hips in her dark purple thigh-high skirt made me feel insecure. “No, thank you. I'm completely fine” I answered. “Okay” she straightened. “If any of you needs anything else, please don't hesitate to ring that button over there” she pointed the plane white button just beside mom's window seat. “I'll be making my regular rounds every thirty minutes. Till then, enjoy your flight.”She turned and dissapeared into
TIFFANY “This is a decent place, Ramos. How can you afford it?” No one could weird out an entire dining table the way my father did. Since the convocation till now, it was clear Ramos didn't even want to glance in his direction. Yet our father seemed like he would stop at nothing to make this reunion as uncomfortable as it was initially meant to be. “Did you not hear me?” He continued. “What kind of job does a medical student have that—”“He interns” I interrupted, welcoming the tension that tipped in my direction. Ramos wasn't going to answer. Him even allowing us in here was a herculean feat in itself. One that, apparently, was all Theo's idea. “He interns at some big workshop, right Ramos?”My older brother raised his head from the plate, then met my gaze with the same fatigue from just a couple moments back. “Sure” he answered. “Paid internship.”“You couldn't answer that yourself?” Father continued. For God's sake, why couldn't he just leave it be. “Well, I'm very happy
TIFFANYI missed my brother. I really did.But I knew better than anyone that he wanted nothing to do with us—especially our father. That’s why flying out to North Dakota felt pointless. Ramos had made it crystal clear over the years: he didn’t want us anywhere. He didn’t want us in his life at all.So why the fuck would be want us at his convocation?Still, my father had been planning this “surprise” since the day he learned Ramos was studying medicine. “I’m proud of that boy,” Dad announced from the window seat in front of me, loud enough for half the cabin to hear. “He finally chose to use his head and do as he was told.”How heartwarming. Exactly the kind of parental praise every child dreams of. Right?“Allen,” my father called, using my middle name like always. “How far is the university from the airport?”“Ten minutes,” I whispered.He didn’t seem to notice—or care—that this was a public flight. His voice boomed as if we were the only ones on the plane. A few passengers shot h
BRIAN I was still getting used to the quiet of my downtown apartment.It should've felt comfortable, but I guess after spending so much time in the bustle of the family home, things that once felt normal slowly started to feel out of place. For what it was worth, the silence was at least helping me concentrate a little more on work.Mr. Lang's personal vendetta against Rebecca was shifting with every passing second. He'd sent some escorts east of her former location last night, and if I hadn't sent her the updates, I'm sure she would've walked straight into another destination. Then again, Rebecca could handle herself. Even before I'd met her that night while on the job, she wasn't exactly the typical damsel in distress. I sighed, pulled the you out of tmy glasses off and leaned a further back into my ergonomic chair. Was it weird that I was starting to get a little more introspective? Or maybe the soliloquy thing came with being in the study room. Well, whatever it was, I did
BIANCAI should've left the house hours ago. Yet here I was, getting turned on like a bitch in heat, all because I was having my way with Max. Blackmailing him into fucking me last night was only the tip of the iceberg. I really wanted to make him pay for playing me like that… and, I really wanted him inside me over and over and over again.“You've had your fun” he said. “Now take these off me.”Did he really think it was going to be that easy?“I don't think I want to that” I answered, dropping my phone face-down against the bathroom counter.This was just one of the many places I imagined Max fucking me… especially after I couldn't get our shower-sex scene out of my head. Though this time round, things were a little different.Across from me, Max looked visibly pissed. The shower sprung mercilessly above him, drenching his loose shirt and joggers as he stood with both hands bound to the shower head.He was soaking wet, and the annoyed smug across his face didn't make him look any







