Chapter 122
Chapter 122:
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“Oscar, I would never abuse someone I care about. And I can see it’s not your kink to be treated like that, not when you’re ready to go back to your ex’s place, looking for his help p>
He turned crimson as he listened, as if his actions had just revealed his desperation.
“Come on, you should get back to bed. You need to rest.” I helped him settle back in bed before I went to check the perimeter and make sure the house alarm was set.
It was an hour later when I reached the smaller bedroom across from Oscar’s.
The day had been draining, and my body desperately needed rest. But sleep didn’t come easily as my mind kept drifting back to Oscar. The source of thɪs content is.net
The man was too handsome for his own good—no wonder he had a stalker on his tail.
“Goddamn…” I whispered when my hand slipped under my boxers and began stroking my length. I just needed release, I told myself.
“Thinking about him is so wrong,” I groaned, still envisioning Oscar’s handsome face and how fragile he had looked earlier. I shouldn’t want him. Yet, my cock disagreed, hardening as if to mock my restraint. Precum leaked as I stroked harder, and I moaned his name the moment I ejaculated, spurting cum all over my hand.
“Fuck…” I cursed under my breath, hoping the walls were thick enough to muffle the sound.
Maybe I was imagining things, but I was so sure I heard Zal groan out my name last night. Ugh… maybe the drugs were just too strong.
This place does have very thin walls; I could hear him moving around his room when morning came.
“Yes?” I didn’t know why my voice was so hoarse. I didn’t mean to sound sexy, but the man was so damn fine, I was sure he had men lining up because of his bad boy appearance. Huh… maybe the bad boy image is my kryptonite. I seemed to fall for Ghazi so quickly, letting him take my virginity, only for him to dump me months later. God… I really need to forget about my ex.
“Breakfast will be ready in twenty minutes. I already ordered from a nearby restaurant. Get your meds, and I’ll make us some coffee.” His eyes darted around my room before landing on my bare chest. For a moment, I was sure I saw interest in his eyes. Was last night real? Could he have… imagined me?
I felt a flush of warmth rise to my cheeks. I was so flustered by his stare that I didn’t trust my voice when I finally nodded in response.
He nodded back and closed the door behind him, telling me to help myself to the clean clothes in the closet. Zal was Ghazi’s man, and I couldn’t let myself think any more about him, even if I wasn’t in trouble anymore. I sighed and slowly got up from the bed. I felt better, though not quite back to my usual self. Just a couple more days, and I’d be back at the office, carrying on with my boring life.
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Dion…
The moment I thought about returning to the office, his name came back to me. Yesterday, Zal told me that Dion would be no more. I hadn’t had the mindset to ask more about it, since my body was aching and I just wanted to forget what had happened. But as I finished showering, everything started coming back.
The reflection in the mirror showed that the bruises were getting darker. I touched my neck, applying the healing ointment that Zal had gotten for me from the guy he called Doc last night.
It took me longer than twenty minutes to get through my morning routine, but eventually, I was dressed in clean pants and a T-shirt that was one size too big for me—at least it was soft.
When I got to the kitchen, Zal was focused on his laptop, typing and muttering to himself. I had thought of him as just the muscle, but seeing him work, squinting at the screen, I could tell he was more than that.