by Ana Starling
And you know what? This feels amazing as fuck.
I never thought of myself as being into other men, and, really, I’m not. I’m just into Derek, as fucking weird as that might sound. I don’t know if that’s because we’re both relentless in whatever we do, or if it’s because we’re just the fucking epitome of perfection.
All I know is that he’s the only man that manages to get my cock so fucking hard it could break cement.
As I keep on devouring his cock, he reaches for me with both hands and unbuckles my belt. A second later, he has my cock in his right hand, his fingers gripping me tight. Matching the rhythm of my mouth, he starts moving his hand up and down the whole length of my cock, stroking me fast.
Jesus, fuck, I can’t believe I’m going to say it, but I missed that. I missed having Derek’s hands on my cock. I missed his cock on my mouth, and I missed every single inch of his body.
I don’t give a fuck.
Right now, my mind is clear. What’s happening might not make any fucking sense, but I’m way past caring. Having Derek, fucking Diana with Derek, sharing her…it all makes sense inside my head.
I don’t care how fucking warped this relationship might look to you. The name’s Kane, and I do whatever the fuck I want. And right now, all I want to do is suck Derek’s cock until he fucking comes.
Moving my lips up and down his long inches, I use my right hand to caress his heavy balls, feeling swollen with his cum. He ups his own pace as well, stroking me so fucking hard I’m actually surprised I haven’t come yet.
“Fuck, Kane,” I hear Derek say, “I fucking missed you.”
I would have said the same thing but, you know, my mouth’s full right now. And not just with his cock.
See, Derek has already started to come, gushing his whole fucking load inside my mouth. I taste his flavor, one that I’ve missed so fucking much it almost hurts. And I just keep on sucking until I’ve drained him completely.
As I finally sit up straight, taking his cock off my mouth, I just look into his eyes and grin.
He grins right back at me and starts stroking me at such a fucking pace that my cock feels as if it is on fire.
Leaning back against the couch, I grit my teeth and feel a fucking column of fire descend from my brain to my fucking cock…and just like that, I erupt.
Thick ropes of cum jump out from my cock, ruining my fucking shirt. And they keep on coming, covering my shirt so fucking much I know I’ll just have to throw the fucking thing away.
“Fuck,” I breathe out as my cock twitches one final time.
For a long time, Derek and I remain sitting on the couch, breathing hard without saying a word. We’re past words now. All that fucking rivalry, all that fucking hatred…somehow, it just fucking vanished.
Our bodies made it all right again.
And it’s time I admit it. I don’t hate him; I fucking love him. Always have.
And it took Diana for me to see that.
“I’m sorry,” I find myself saying, the words sounding foreign to my ears.
Seriously, when was the last time I said I was sorry? I don’t even think I’ve said such a fucking thing in my entire life. But the moment demands it.
“I’m sorry, too…” Derek whispers, looking straight into my eyes.
I simply nod, knowing that we’ve finally buried the hatchet.
Who would’ve known that a blowjob could be the solution for hate? Maybe all those assholes in the middle east could start employing a suck-before-you-shoot policy.
“Why did you come here, Derek? You wanted to say something before.”
“I did,” he says, nodding, seriousness taking over his face. “Diana is in trouble.”
What the fuck? Everything was alright when I left her.
“Who the fuck do we need to punch?”
“No one. At least not yet,” Derek replies.
“Then, what the fuck is it?”
“Maurice…he’s Diana’s boss, and she has a contract with him.”
Motherfucker.
I wasn’t expecting that.
28
Diana
It’s been one day after I had sex with Derek and Kane. Instead of savoring the whole experience, I’m embroiled in yet another problem—Maurice, the shitty bastard.
I have to move fast, that much I know. I have to move fast; otherwise, that prick will lock me in the iron-clad agreement I signed with him forever. Then, it won’t matter that I can’t choose between Kane or Derek; it won’t matter shit, because I won’t have the choice anymore.
I bet that’s what Maurice wants. And, from what Derek has described, I don’t stand a chance at this ending any way other than with Maurice destroying me.
I’m sitting at the dining table, holding the agreement in my hand.
It’s old and musty. It’s been in my drawer, underneath the piles of rumpled clothes I keep there.
I’ve not set eyes on it since I signed it years ago. It wasn’t only until yesterday that I looked at it again.
I was so stupid to sign something like that, but I had to. I needed the money to survive. I needed to just have a job and move my shitty life forward.
Now, it’s different. Derek explained to me the little clauses here and there that the sneaky little bastard implanted in the contract to trap me. Somehow, he knew that I could become big someday, so he made it such that if I did, he’d own me.
Maurice screwed Derek and Kane up in the past, taking their ideas, profiting off them, and investing into other business to grow his wealth. Now, he’s about to do the same to me, and it seems like there’s nothing I can do about it.
Oh, this is bad. Even Derek had seemed shaken up.
If there’s something I’ve learned about Derek, it’s that he’s super controlled. He’s the guy who remains calm when there’s a fire outbreak. He’s the guy who’ll urge everyone to settle down and form a single line to march out of a raging fire.
He’s the one to turn to in times of a storm. He’s the one to anchor onto, because you know he’ll remain relaxed come what may.
But last night—oh, last night, when he read the contract, he was ruffled. Of course, he didn’t say anything to scare me. And after a moment, he was looking firm again, but I had already seen through the crack.
He was scared shitless of what could happen to me.
If a man like Derek is scared, then that means Maurice really has me. It means I’m probably finished. And that’s why I have to move fast.
One of the things Derek and I concluded last night was that Maurice probably hasn’t figured out about the contract already. He probably signs tons of contract with tons of girls, so he has probably forgotten all about the clauses he used in my contract.
Or maybe he thinks I’m not trying to leave, seeing how he did give me a few weeks off.
The fact that he hasn’t said anything about enforcing the contract, or that he hasn’t showed up in my apartment, or that he hasn’t called me for quite some time…well, that means he doesn’t know that he has me hooked by the nose.
Or he has forgotten. Or he doesn’t care.
But Derek said that it can’t be that he doesn’t care. Maurice is the kind of guy that will bleed you dry even though you just have one pint of blood and he has seven. He’s the kind of guy you trust to always be greedy; his greediness is as certain as the sun rising in the morning.
So, he either doesn’t know about the contract or he has forgotten about it.
But the contract isn’t the only thing on my mind.
Derek left last night to talk to Kane, and I can’t help but wonder about that either. It must have been really weird for the two of them, having sex with the same woman. I was first hurt that Kane bolted the way he did, but then Derek explained it all to me, and, somehow, I got it.
I don’t blame Kane; it’s weird, I know. Derek seemed fine with it, but Derek is a calculative guy. He’s probably weirded out of his mind and not showing it.
Kane, being the
explosive and dramatic one, just couldn’t hold back. That’s one of the reason I find him attractive, aside from the fact that he’s rich, handsome, strong, and a mighty great fuck.
Of course, none of that helps me right now.
Sure, I had the best sex of my life, but Maurice is about to really fuck me over. And not in the good way.
All I know is that I have to move fast. There’s an urgency to it, one that fills my heart.
I look around my apartment as if Maurice is lurking around. It’s as if he’s waiting for me downstairs, ready to wave the contract in my face and command me to do his bidding.
I know it’s irrational to think that. But then, fear is never rational, is it?
I’m as afraid of that as I’m afraid of losing Derek and Kane. After what happened between the three of us, I feel that we formed a connection I can’t live without. It’s not just about the sex, you know?
It goes deeper than that…way deeper.
I know either of them will be a good fit. I know I’ll rise to my full potential with any one of them. I know I’ll have the life I’ve always desired with either Derek or Kane.
But I’ll never be whole with just one of them. We shared each other in bed once, so why can’t we do that forever? Why do I have to choose one over the other?
I make a split decision to meet the two guys at a restaurant to discuss it. I’ll make them see reason. I’ll make them see the light and prove to them that the three of us can work together.
I pick up my cell phone, which has been staring at me the whole time. First, I dial Derek.
“Hello,” he says. He sounds raw.
“Hi, Derek,” I say. “It’s me, Diana.”
There’s a pause. He probably just woke up.
“Diana?” he asks, his voice distant.
“Yes, Derek, it’s Diana,” I reply, panic filtering into my voice.
“What’s up? I met Kane and—”
“I want us to meet,” I say. “It’s urgent.”
“Okay, where?”
I tell him to meet me at Per Se, on the fourth floor of the Time Warner Center.
“I’ll be there in thirty minutes,” he says.
I cut the call before I remember to ask him about Kane. I make to dial Derek back, but then I stop myself. I dial Kane’s number.
“Who’s this?” Kane blurts, his voice confrontational.
“It’s Diana,” I simply say.
“Oh…” he says, his voice melting into a whisper. “Diana. I heard—”
“We need to meet,” I say, cutting him off.
“Where and when?” he replies.
I tell him.
“Thirty minutes, then.”
I cut the call. I leave the contract on the table, grab a coat, and head outside.
It’s going to take me about twenty minutes to get a taxi and make my way to the restaurant. I hope to get there ahead of Kane and Derek, so that they don’t start tearing each other apart.
As I leave the building, the first thing I notice is a familiar car parked beside the road. I don’t register who the car belongs to until it’s too late.
The car’s door opens, and a man steps out. He’s smiling in a crooked way, holding a bundle of papers in his hands.
“Maurice…” I whisper, horror falling upon me like a thief in the night.
“Yes, Diana,” he says, his crooked smile widening. He waves the bundle of papers in the air. “I was wondering what you’ve been up to lately last night. I called my office, and they told me you weren’t answering their calls.
“So, I decided to look up your contract and see if there’s any place where it says you don’t have to answer my calls even after I’ve made you famous.”
“You didn’t make me famous!” I reply, but there isn’t any real conviction in my voice, so Maurice ignores it.
“And guess what I found?” He grins slyly.
I swallow hard, realization hitting me between the eyes. He knows!
“You’re toast, Diana,” he says, dropping the act and looking at me, dead serious. “Your success comes from that one photo, which is a part of my property. You cannot, at any time, spin it into a job with other companies. Not within the stated two-year period.”
He makes a move towards me. I don’t have time to react. He’s standing inches before me, his figure imposing and causing me to shudder.
I stand rooted to the ground like a pole.
His voice drops to a whisper. “If you even so much as contact Derek or Kane again, I’ll sue your ass out of existence. And then, I’ll sue both their companies.”
His voice is so believable, so terrifying, that I realize he has me. There’s no other way out.
He knows.
It’s over. If I want to protect myself and the guys, I’ll have to do bite the bullet.
I look at Maurice, holding is fierce gaze for a moment.
Then I say, “What do you want me to do?”
29
Kane
I guide the car off the road onto the small, patchy lawn that surrounds Diana’s apartment building in her shitty neighborhood. The place looks deserted, but maybe it’s because it’s early afternoon, and everyone has gone to work.
“That’s not a parking lot, Kane,” Derek says bitterly beside me. “You can’t park on someone’s lawn.”
“Says who?” is my reply.
I hide the smile that appears on my face. I can do whatever the fuck I want, and no one can question me.
“It’s not like the lawn is worth a damn. I’m doing them a favor by trampling on it. At least, now they’ll know to spend money on a real lawn.”
It’s not like cops venture this far anyway. And even if they give me a parking ticket, I’ll fucking pay it. Big fucking deal.
“We’re in the projects, man,” Derek continues. “No one has time for a fancy lawn.”
“Then there’s your answer,” I reply, wondering what angle Derek is playing now. To reinforce my thinking, I say, “If they don’t have time for a fancy lawn, then I might has well crush the little pittance for a lawn they have. Good doesn’t come cheap. Mediocrity—”
“Should be crushed wherever seen and whenever possible,” Derek cuts me off. “I fucking know your college mantra. I see how it applies here.”
I want to fire back, but Derek is talking again.
“Did you ever stop to think that maybe a child who lives in this apartment building might have planted this lawn as part of her school project?”
I open my mouth to respond, but no words come out. No, I hadn’t stopped to think about that. That’s me.
I don’t stop to think. I just do. I’m a doer.
“That’s right,” Derek says, pushing his advantage. “You just crushed some little kid’s dream.”
Jesus, fuck, do we need to go that far?
I hiss softly. He has a point, but I won’t let him bask in the glory of his victory.
“We came here for Diana. Can we focus on her right now?” I say.
Derek smiles slightly—that kind of knowing half smile that says he’s got it.
My response? I don’t give a fucking damn. Now, how do I say that with a smile?
We get out of the car, leaving the chilly interior for the hot exterior. The glare from the hot sun above is so harsh I have to squint to see well. In my rush to come out, I forgot to carry my shades.
Derek got a tip from his informers that Diana was spotted in her apartment a few minutes ago. After Derek called, I picked him up with my Ferrari—which is faster than Derek’s Cadillac town car—and we zoomed here.
I look up, shading my eyes with my palm. Diana’s windows still looked locked, just like they did one month ago, when Derek and I rushed here after Diana was a no-show for the meeting she arranged at the restaurant.
One month has passed.
It’s still unbelievable that she’s been gone for one month, and we haven’t heard from her.
From the looks of it, Diana isn’t in the apartment.
The tip Derek got may have been wrong.
But I’m not willing to accept defeat, not until we’ve been in the apartment. She might be hiding out.
But why? That’s the question, isn’t it?
“Maybe my tip was wrong,” Derek voices. I look and see that he’s gazing up at Diana’s window. “She might not be in.”
I ignore him and walk into the building. He follows me up to the apartment, which is in the same state as it has been for the past one month.
Her cell phone lies on her table. The room looks cleaned and well-kept, though dust has settled on almost every surface.
The bed sheets remain untouched. Everything feels cold. No one has been in here lately.
“I can’t still believe it’s been one month,” I whisper as I look around.
It’s as if Diana just disappeared off the face of the Earth. We called several times until we came here to find out that she left her phone, too. We also called Sophia, who said she had no clue where Diana was.
Only then did we find out that she had a kind of a falling out with Sophia because she just wouldn’t choose. And although Sophia was still pissed, she agreed to come over and open the apartment for us. That was when we confirmed that Diana had left with a small bag and a few of her clothes.
Was she kidnapped? Where did she go?
The cops wouldn’t spare the men to search for her, because, technically, she wasn’t missing. All the private investigators we employed to find her also failed. There’s absolutely no trail.
She’s gone. For a whole month, there had no sign of her.
We return to the car.
“Tell me what happened again,” I say.
Derek grumbles. “I’ve told you a thousand times, Kane.”
“Tell me again,” I insist. “I want to hear it.”
It’s the story of how Derek realized Maurice was involved. It starts when I bolted away from the apartment, right after the three of us got down and dirty. Derek told Diana about our shared history, and that’s how they ended up talking about Maurice.
Knowing how much of a fucking asshole Maurice is, Derek asked to see the contract, and, sure enough, he realized Diana was screwed. Derek rushed to meet me and left Diana alone.
