LOGINScott’s POVMy phone exploded at 6:45 AM.Notifications poured in like a flood, messages, tags, screenshots. I sat up in bed, heart pounding to know what it was all about.Then I opened the first one, only to see a gossip post about me everywhere.Every popular blog was carrying the news. Zenex Lead Curator Scott McAllen: Sleeping His Way to the Top. They were also edited photos to make it look real. Comments flooded in. “No wonder he got promoted so fast.” “Who’s favorite toy is he?” “How much is he really worth?”I felt sick. My hands shook as I scrolled. The exhibition success, the promotion, the viral magazine article, everything good was now poisoned and twisted. People weren’t talking about my art anymore. They were talking about me like they knew me personally. Like they knew half of what I’ve been through.Some strangers I haven’t even met were in the comments saying ill things about me and claiming to know me personally.I got dressed fast, skipped breakfast, and headed t
Victoria’s POVI watched from the shadows as that scumbag that calls himself Scott left Elliot’s penthouse late at night, his shirt wrinkled and his walk was a little off, like someone had just fucked him senseless. I got so pissed and jealous. Like how dare he? How dare that nobody artist get what I had wanted for so long?I had tried everything for Elliot Travis to love me. My beauty, my rich family background, my clever tricks, late-night “work” meetings, subtle touches in the elevator, dresses that showed just enough for a man to stare. But he never looked at me. Not once. He stayed cold, distant, untouchable. And then Scott McAllen walked in and suddenly Elliot was different. Close. Almost human. To the point Elliot is affected by Scott’s decision to leave Zenex.But Scott leaving him is a good thing for me. The thought made me smile in the dark.If Scott was out of the way, Elliot would finally see me. He would need me. He would want me.I walked back to my car, mind racing.
Elliot’s POVThe resignation letter was there on my desk staring at me but I didn’t even notice it.I found it by accident, a folded paper Scott must have left behind after our fight. My hands shook as I opened it.Dear Mr. Travis,I can’t do this anymore. The pushing. The pulling. The secrets. I quit.I stared at the words, chest tight. He was really going to leave. After everything, when I saw him come to my penthouse I thought he had a change of mind and decided to stay. I’ve done things I wouldn't do ordinarily just to keep him but none of that worked. He was so desperate to see me say the magic words “I love you,” that he failed to see a man who’s fighting his demons and going against all odds just to make him happy. “Shit! I shouldn’t have made him lead the exhibition. Maybe his success won’t blow up and he’ll suddenly have options.” I smashed my hand on the wall fighting with myself.A lion will always beget a lion. The lion my father raised woke up snarling. If I can’t have
Scott’s POVThe airport lounge was so beautiful and calm, but I felt nothing but heaviness in my heart. Am I doing the right thing ? My ticket to Paris sat in my hand staring at me like a bomb about to explode.Boarding was in thirty minutes. Laurent had sent a car to wait for me at the airport. I’m suddenly moving to Paris without even resigning properly.I’ll have my freedom at last. No more debts. No more hiding. No more Elliot calling me a mistake after fucking me with passion.I stared at the ticket, heart tearing in two. Part of me wanted to run to the gate and never look back. The other part, the stupid, hopeless part, wanted to turn around and run back to the man who broke me every night and held me like I mattered to him. My phone rang. Jayden.I answered quickly. “Hey man.”“Bro, don’t get on that plane,” Jayden said, voice urgent. “I just left the office. Elliot looks like shit. He’s falling apart without you. He’s snapping at everyone, staring at your empty desk like it
Scott’s POVI woke up alone in my bed, my sheets still warm like I could feel Elliot scent on my bed. My body yearned for him in all the right and wrong ways, my ass was still sore from how hard he had fucked me the other day, neck marked with his bites, lips swollen from his desperate kisses. I stared at the ceiling for a long time, heart heavy. It was another night of fighting. Another night of me thinking if what I was about to do was the right decision. The resignation letter I wrote earlier that day sat on my nightstand, folded neatly. I picked it up with shaking hands and read it again.Dear Mr. Travis,I can’t do this anymore. The pushing. The pulling. The secrets. I quit.I’m done working for Zenex, I need a more conducive work environment and a place where I can easily find myself. Tears stung my eyes. This looks more like a break up letter not a resignation letter. I remembered his possessive rage yesterday, the way he had pinned me against the wall, fucked me like he w
Scott’s POVI sat at my desk, hands shaking so bad I could barely type. The anger from the fight with Elliot still burned in my chest like fire. He had begged me not to leave, cried in front of me, but still couldn’t say the words I needed to hear. “I love you.” Just three words. But he couldn’t do it. He never did.Those three words I wanted to hear were capable of making me want to stay but he didn’t say it. He had the keys to make me abandon every offer I had and be with me but he chose not to and he has the guts to blame me. Such a fool. I was done waiting.I pulled out my phone and texted Laurent.Scott: I’ve thought about it. I accept your offer. But for the date… give me some time. I just broke up with someone who couldn’t even tell me he loved me.The reply came fast.Laurent: I’m so sorry you went through that, Scott. You deserve someone who sees how amazing you are. Come over to the hotel if you need someone to talk to. I could keep you company and ease the stress on your
Elliot’s POVMy office door clicked shut behind the last executive that walked out but the silence didn’t bring peace. It brought him. His memory.Scott McAllen.I stood by the window overlooking Brooklyn’s beautiful view . My cock was still half-hard from the meeting. Three days of telling myself
Elliot’s POVIt’s seventy-two fucking hours since I walked out of that hotel room with Scott’s taste still on my tongue and his cum-stained moans echoing in my head. I sat at the head of the long mahogany table in my top-floor office, fingers drumming silently on the armrest while executives droned
Scott’s POVMy ass burned with every frantic step I took hurrying up for my interview. Each movement reminded me exactly how hard that mystery man had fucked me raw the night before. His Cum still leaked out of me despite the quick shower, soaking into my cheap boxer. My neck and thighs carried his
Scott’s POVI never planned for my CEO to be my one night stand but I will not pretend that I haven’t fantasized fucking my boss. That sounds crazy right?? Well everyone’s got crazy fantasies, I just didn’t know mine would become my reality.A man who I’d beg to fuck me again even with my hole sti







