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“Get out,” he said, voice calm, while with his back to me.

“The fuck?” I slowly got up to my feet. “At least let me wash my face, you asshole⁠—”

“Get. Out.” He let out a deep breath, his shoulders shuddering. “And don’t you dare show your face to me until Monday.”

Well, at least he knew I was off this weekend, but what the actual fuck?

Confused, I watched him walk away until he went into one of the rooms, shutting the door behind him. And even though I was left all alone and could easily use the sink in the kitchen, I knew better than to do that and instead got the hell out of this madhouse.

It was only when I was alone inside the elevator that I breathed in relief. But one glance in the mirror there made it all go away. The mess on my face and the stain on my jeans were just further proof that I’d completely lost it. That he made me lose it. What the fuck was I doing, getting on my knees for him and sucking his dick? It was pure madness… and yet, I’d come. I’d come in my jeans like some virgin.

That Ariyan… he was a disease. A real, fucked-up disease I didn’t know the cure for. The more I stayed near him, the madder I became, but at the same time, I couldn’t get away, not as long as he had me by the balls.

And he did.

In more ways than one.

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SANTIAGO

Close the door.

On your knees.

You better not so much as scrape me.

Do you want to make me angry?

Attaboy.

How obedient.

Come over here.

Go on, make me come.

Who said you could touch yourself?

How disgusting.

Get out.

Get out.

Get out.

Get out.

Get out⁠—

“Fuck, bro, you’re gonna burn the food,” Nacio said as he shoved his way to the front of the hot grill.

Snapped out of it, I looked down at the meat cooking over the flames, realizing I’d drifted.

“Sorry,” I muttered when he took the tongs from me and flipped the beef.

“Everything’s good?” he asked, eyes meeting mine.