Lahat ng Kabanata ng Romance In The Mansion: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

AaronEden Noir always smelled like money.Dark liquor. Hot perfume. Secrets that didn’t want to stay secrets.And me?I just poured drinks.“Table four wants another round of the Noir Special,” Mira called from across the bar, balancing a tray with the grace of someone who’d been born doing this. “And stop glaring. You look like you’re planning murder.”“I might be,” I muttered, tossing ice into a shaker. “If one more drunk man asks me if I ‘play for both teams,’ I will commit a crime.”Mira snorted. “Please. You love the attention.”I didn’t argue. Because she wasn’t wrong.I handed her the drinks, watching her disappear into the red glow of the club—hips swaying, curls bouncing, customers devouring her with their eyes. Mira thrived in this chaos.I tolerated it.My plan was simple: work, save money, move out of this city, and never look back.Eden Noir was temporary.Until the supervisor walked in with the silver assignment card in his hand.My stomach dipped.Silver meant one thin

AaronThe Uber slowed to a stop, and for a full five seconds, I forgot how to breathe.There it was—Z Mansion.Towering. Extravagant. Beautiful in a way that felt impossible.It rose from the ground like a dark crystal palace, all sharp lines, tall glass panels, and glowing gold lights running along the edges like veins of wealth.Nothing about it said “home.”Everything about it said power.The gates opened before I even stepped out of the car. Silent. Smooth. Almost… welcoming.Or warning.I gripped my bag tighter and walked through the entrance path, feeling like an ant crawling into a dragon’s den. The doors of the mansion were tall enough to swallow me whole.Then they opened.A man stepped out.Tall. Clean-cut. Sharp suit. Eyes that didn’t smile.“Aaron?”His voice carried authority and quiet threat.“Yes… That’s me.”He nodded once. “Good. I am Z Slate. “You’re quite early”I forced a chuckle.“You know what they say about the early birds”He stared blankly like he was clueles

Slate I felt the shift in the air before the main doors even opened.Z Mansion was always silent in the mornings, the kind of silence that swallowed footsteps and echoed power. But today… I sensed something different. A ripple. A disturbance.Zayden had warned me the boy would come by noon, but I didn’t expect this—the tightening in my chest, the strange anticipation, the way my fingers stilled on the tablet I was holding.Then the doorbell chimed.I straightened immediately, shoulders squared, expression locked back into the calm, unreadable neutrality I wore like armor.My job was simple:Protect the mansion.Protect Zayden’s interests.And never, ever get distracted.But when I opened the tall, gold-lined doors, distraction punched me in the lungs.He stood there.Aaron.A little breathless from climbing the steps, clutching a backpack strapped too tightly to his shoulders, wearing an oversized sweater that swallowed his frame. His curls were messy, falling over his forehead, and

Aaron sank back onto the crisp white sheets of his room, letting out a long, shuddering sigh. The heat of last night still lingered over his body—the firm, commanding hands of Slate tracing every line, every curve, leaving him raw, aching, and restless. He closed his eyes, recalling the sharp smacks against his ass, the teasing bite of lips on his tattoos, the way Slate’s low, controlled voice had drilled him into obedience.His body still pulsed with need, every nerve ending alive, and yet a tiny, guilty part of him relished the surrender. He rolled onto his side, hugging the pillow to his chest, trying to settle, to convince himself it was enough. But it never was.The faint creak of the floorboards made him freeze. A prickling awareness spread through his skin, a ripple of unease. Someone was here. His eyes snapped open. The room was dim, shadows pooling in the corners, but the scent hit him smoky, musky, layered with manly fragrance, not Slate. Not Zayden.Aaron’s heart thumped, q

The shower stopped running. I was looking around the room and deliberating whether he would accept or not, I glanced up. Aurelio entered the room with a towel wrapped around his waist. A few droplets glistened on his manly chest. Again I felt that sensation of pleasure as I looked at him. “I forgot to get some clean clothes from my bag, he explained as he opened his bag. I watched him carry his bag to the sofa at the side of the room, as he put it down it rubbed against his body and the towel fell. It dropped to the floor. Aaron's eyes widened as he stared at Aurelio's nude body. He had a side view of his hard Cock dangling in front of his balls. His cock was very large as Slate's own, but maybe longer. I could feel my cheek getting hotter and averted my eyes, my heart thumping. “Hey, I'm sorry,” Aurelio said with a laugh while I picked up his towel. Aurelio glanced at me, although I turned sideways he could see the redness of my cheek, holding the towel around him, he walked