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Chapter 9: Caught.
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2026-04-03 22:17:01
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Love or Lust 35: Hollow Ache
Wesley POV The new apartment was so white.That was the first thing I noticed when I walked in- tall white walls with some gray furniture. The room also had some white decor and a big bed placed right in the center.I stood in the middle of the living room, my duffel bag still slung over my shoulder.I flexed my shoulders as I tried to convince myself I was fine.But it was a lie. My chest hurt like i was just stabbed. I felt all emotions, all of it pressing into my chest like a weight I couldn't drop. I didn't know what to do with any of it.Two weeks.It had only been two weeks since I walked out of my father's office, since I signed the transfer papers. Two weeks since I stopped being a football player…Since I stopped being the guy who kissed Bowie Reyes under string lights and meant it.Two weeks. And I already felt like I was drowning. The transfer had gone through faster than I expected. My father's influence, probably. A phone call here, a signature there,
Love or Lust 34: A birthday wish
Bowie POV~A week later. It was finally my birthday.I woke up to my mom singing off-key from the kitchen, the smell of pancakes drifting up the stairs, and a hollow ache in my chest that I couldn't shake.I was turning nineteen years old today, and the only thing I wanted for my birthday was a boy who wouldn't answer my calls.I forced myself to smile through breakfast. Opened the gifts my parents got me and thanked them, hugged them and kissed their cheeks.And then I went back to my room and closed the door.I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling, my phone resting on my chest. No new messages. No missed calls. Just the same silence I had been living in for three weeks.I missed him so much it hurt physically.I missed the way he laughed, the way his hand felt in mine, the way he said my name like it meant something. I missed the weight of his arm across my waist at night, the sound of his breathing in the dark, the way he kissed me like he was memorizing the shape of my li
Love or Lust 33: Silence
Bowie POV It had been two weeks since that very day, that day he sent me a text telling me to get all ready for a surprise… that was the last time I heard from Wesley.The first week, I gave him space.That's what I told myself, anyway. That something had come up, just like he said in the last text he sent.I told myself that he would explain when he was ready. The Wesley who held my hand on the Ferris wheel, who told me he loved me in the shower with water streaming down his face, who looked at me like I was the only thing worth seeing… that Wesley wouldn't just disappear without a reason.So I waited.I checked my phone every few minutes, while still trying not to feel pathetic about it. I convinced myself that he was busy, handling whatever 'it' was.But as the days passed, the waiting turned into agony.I texted him everyday repeatedly and desperately.In the morning… Good morning. Hope you slept okay.In the afternoon… I'm not trying to be annoying. Just worried about
Love or Lust Chapter 32: The Offer
Wesley POV The building of his office was tall and basically made of glass, the kind that screamed money from every reflective surface. I had been here once before, years ago, when I was seventeen and he was telling me I was wasting my potential by playing football instead of going to law school.The receptionist recognized me. She didn't smile. She just pointed toward the elevator.His office was on the top floor.I stepped out into the carpeted hallway, my sneakers sinking into the plush gray fibers, as i walked toward the glass doors at the end. His name was on them in gold letters. Christopher CHEN, like i was supposed to be impressed.I pushed the door open without knocking.He was sitting behind his desk, a glass of whiskey in his hand, the city skyline sprawling behind him like a kingdom. He looked older than I remembered, with more gray hair. But his eyes, they were the same… still cold and calculating."Wesley." He didn't stand. "Sit.""I will stand."He took a slo
Love or Lust 31: Morning Hard on and Dread
Wesley POV I woke up with a smile on my face.The morning light was already coming in through the blinds.I just laid there, blinking at the brightness, letting yesterday settle back into my bones.The memories of the carnival and the Photo Booth filled my head again.I replayed every moment in my head before I even moved.Then I became aware of the hardness pressing against my stomach, and I let out a low groan.I was rock hard, thanks to Bowie. She found a way to bleed into my sleep and leave me aching when I woke. I shifted under the covers, the friction of the sheets against my cock making me hiss through my teeth.I reached for my phone on the nightstand and unlocked it, then opened the gallery to the carnival photos.My eyes lingered on the first one, where her head was thrown back in the booth, her throat exposed, and my hand tangled in her hair. I remembered the way her mouth felt around me, the way she looked up at me with those dark, hungry eyes and it made my dic
Love or Lust 30: Nasty Memories
Bowie POV"Bowie–“"Shh." I pressed a finger to his lips, then replaced it with my mouth.I kissed him nastily, letting him feel how much I wanted him. His hands slid under my shirt, his fingers spreading across my bare back, pulling me closer until there was no space left between us."I have been thinking about this all day," I whispered against his jaw as I grind myself on his dick, feeling it get hard.His breath hitched. "Yeah?""Yeah." I dragged my mouth down his neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses along his pulse point. "I kept imagining what I would do to you the second I got you alone."His hands tightened on my waist. "And what was that?"I didn't answer with words. I just kissed down his chest, my teeth grazing the fabric of his shirt before I pushed it up, revealing the hard lines of his stomach. I pressed my lips to the skin just above his belt, feeling him twitch beneath me."Bowie." His voice was strained now. "We are in a Photo Booth.""I know."I worked his jeans op
Love or Lust 21: Lingering words
Wesley POV“I need you.” The words came out of my mouth as raw as it could be.Bowie stood in the doorway, her eyes glistening and her lips trembling already. She didn't say anything, she just reached out, her fingers curling around my wrist, and pulled me inside.The door clicked shut behind me.
Love or Lust 16: Exclusive
Wesley POV I woke up with her hair tickling my chin and her ass pressed against my dick.For a long moment, I didn't open my eyes. I just laid there, breathing her in, feeling the weight of her body against mine. Her back was pressed to my chest, her legs tangled with mine, and her hand res
Love or Lust 15: Mine
Bowie POV The kiss was slower this time and deeper. His hands found my waist, pulling me against him, and I felt the familiar wetness between my legs."Last chance," he murmured against my lips. "We can stop." His words contradicted his actions as his hard on rubbed against my thigh
Love or Lust 14: Crossing the line
Bowie POV The drive to his apartment was silent and tense.We finally got there and I practically sprung out of the car. I stumbled twice, and each time, his hand shot out to steady me. I pulled away both times."Stop," I said. "I don't need your help.""You are drunk, Bowie. You are goin
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