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August Cattaneo, the man with a heart as cold as ice, the feared head of the Cattaneo Mafia. seemingly untouchable and yet here I am captured by a rival mafia. Despite mu disheveled state, I maintained my calm demeanor and was completely unfazed. I mean you would be too, if you knew there was a man that was tracking you down to come get you right now.

Suddenly, a loud banging could be heard coming from the steel door, Valentine La Morte with a knife in one hand and a gun another, swiftly massacred the men present in the room.I watched as he calmly walked up to me without a sense of urgency as he as he untied me, I couldn't help but smirk.

“About time,”

I watched as Valentine glared at me and then removed the red ribbon from his hair as he patched up my wounds silently. I smirked when I saw the ribbon in valentines hands. “I’m simply doing my job” .

I didn't reply, my piercing, dark green eyes observing my surroundings, my trusty boy already did what was necessary to save his master even without any orders, he was always saving me at any point. soon he was done bandaging me up. “I always carry around a mini first aid kit, in case you get hurt”.

I raised my eyebrow at his statement, my look was cold and my tone was serious as I replied. “I rarely get hurt, even when I do, I've learned to take care of myself for most of the time”. I stayed silent as Valentine looked at me, “but still”, I could sense annoyance in the way he said 'but still’ I crossed my arms "but a little extra treatment from my trusty dog is always welcome..." I smirked jokingly and glanced at him

“Let’s go”

I immediately got up from the chair and walked to the exit, expecting him to follow me. He always had a cold and emotionless expression, no matter the scenario he never changed it, he quietly walked behind me with lifeless bodies scattered around us as we walked back to the car. I didn't bother to glance at them it's clear that nothing would ever faze me or bother me. once we've reached the car, I got inside and remained silent waiting for valentine.

I was sitting in the drivers seat, he seemed to have paused and just glanced over at me. “Let me drive, sir”, he said rather confidently but I wasn’t confident is his driving. I glanced at him with a hint of annoyance in my eyes as I replied, I still didn't trust you enough to let you drive "No, now get on the passenger seat”. “I already got my license”, he protested, however he still gave into my orders and got in the passengers seat.

Even though He got his drivers license, he was still young, too young to have the experience of someone as old as me. I didn't reply to his comment and immediately went to start the car, driving slowly. I glanced over at him once in a while throughout the journey and I couldn’t help but notice how beautiful he was, the way his hair was flowing and the sunlight reflecting on his red eyes he looked stunning.

I glanced at him with a hint of curiosity as he sat there, he did looked rather... cute, to say the least. I caught myself  staring for too long so I quickly shifted my attention back to the road, trying to ignore those intrusive thoughts. eventually we reached the manor and I parked the car in the parking garage, the guards immediately recognized me and opened the gates for me. I glanced at him expecting him to trail behind me.. Then valentine looked up at me before speaking “I’m going to bed”, I raised my eyebrow a little “You don't even wanna spend a single minute with me after all we've been through?", “I’m tired”. he said bluntly, Valentine never hide his thoughts or opinions and i find it annoying.

I couldn't contain my annoyance any longer with this whole situation,  "Fine then, it's not like I care about you anyways"

I knew deep down that I did care about my 'trusty dog', and saying hurtful words was just a way to hide my true feelings. I feel all sorts of things towards him but I can’t say it

“I’ve established early on that sleep is important to me” I didn't pay attention to him, instead focusing on the red ribbon in his hand, the same I gifted him when we first met. He had been wearing it ever since. A feeling of nostalgia washed over me for a short moment before I quickly suppressed it

After watching him for a few more seconds I couldn't avoid my curiosity towards him anymore, so I went ahead and asked a question

"I have been meaning to ask you this for a long time, but didn't quite gather the courage, so I'm going to do that right now. why do you always wear that red ribbon in your hair?", he looked back at me without any expression, “it’s sentimental”,

He seemed to always have the shortest, most vague answers I've ever heard. I was hoping for some sort of sentimental explanation as to why he wears it, but that clearly wasn't going to happen. After a few seconds of silence, I cleared my throat and asked you an unrelated question

"Do you have any plans on getting in a relationship someday?”

Valentine looked at me rather puzzled, “where did that come from?”.

"I just randomly decided to ask, you seem pretty antisocial so I don't imagine you getting into a relationship..”.

“Well you are right about that”,

I paused briefly to let that sink in for a few seconds.

“Well, I'm curious. Why are you so antisocial? You are young and pretty, you could easily pull any guy or girl you like, it's clear that people are attracted to you.”

“I never had anyone to talk to growing up so it carried into adulthood. As simple as that”. Once again he answered straight away seemingly not putting much thought into it.

Valentine was such an interesting character, and the more I learned about his past, the more I felt myself getting attached to him. I found it hard to believe that someone like him had no one to talk to growing up, he was so beautiful and unique. I couldn't help but feel a little bit of envy. I didn't reply to his comment, I was busy deep in thought, my tone of voice was more gentle now as I spoke.

“Was the loneliness hard for you?”

“I didn’t care, now excuse me while I go to bed”. His dismissiveness was starting to annoy me again, but he was tired like he said. I rolled my eyes as I replied to him. "You don't got to be rude about it, jeez”.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to come off as rude”, his apology sounded sincere, and I felt a pang of guilt inside me for getting annoyed over something so miniscule. I took a deep breath and regained my composure before responding. "It's alright, I probably overreacted. just go get some rest, because you look exhausted”. I watched as he walked to his room and I let out a long sigh.

It was the middle of the night and I was sitting on the couch with my robe slightly off me, I was smoking a cigarette and too engrossed in my thoughts to notice Valentine had awoken up and had approached me “Sir, it’s late you should sleep”, the younger man slowly placed the robe back on my body. I felt butterflies in my stomach when Valentine touched me ever so lightly “It is indeed late, I couldn’t go to sleep that’s why”, “why couldn’t you sleep”, "Too many thoughts on my mind, I cannot simply turn off my brain and fall asleep" I took a long drag from my cigarette, I felt more relaxed now that Valentine was with me.

I watched as Valentine sat next to me, “sir how old are you now?”, I took a long drag of my cigarette before answering “36,” Valentine seemed to have softened, his usually cold expression was now softer, “I’m 21 now, it’s been 10 years since you took me off the streets”, "Indeed it has been 10 years since I took you in from the streets", I’m not a sentimental man, but I did feel a slight sense of pride when it came to the fact that I had saved Valentine from a life of violence and poverty.

“Why did you even want to take me in I mean I was a child prostitute I’m not the ideal guy a mafia would want to take in”, It seemed as though Valentine was finally beginning to get a glimpse into the more humane side of my character "You were a child who had been forced into a terrible situation, I simply could not let you continue to live like that", “is that so”, "Indeed it is"

I took one last drag from my cigarette before putting it out, I seemed somewhat softer than I had been a few moments ago. I watched as Valentine had broken his cold exterior for a bit and had a soft smile on his face. I noticed the small smile and my eyes softened just a bit, although I did not smile myself. I took a moment to observe valentines smile, I had never seen my loyal dog look so happy before. He then brought his knees to his chest and buried his face into it. I was intrigued by the sudden change in Valentines behavior, I couldn't help but notice the contrast between his cold exterior and the small, almost childlike smile that was now on his face

"Are you alright, my loyal dog?", “why wouldn’t I be?”.

"It’s just… you usually don’t act this way. The small smile, the curled up position, you don’t usually act this… childlike".

“I never really got to be a child so once in a while I like to let loose”,

"I see… and you've been doing this in your room alone all this time? I never knew you had these childlike tendencies".

“Well I never realized it myself until your younger brother pointed it out to me”, Younger brother? My voice was sharp, and my expression suddenly became icy. "Did you just say younger brother?" Valentine looked at me confused. “Yes? What about it?”

“Nothing… I just didn't expect you to be having conversations with my younger brother behind my back”, If you didn't know me very well, you would've dismissed my response as paranoia and jealousy. However, anyone who knew me well would've seen right through my cool demeanor to see the hint of anger in my eyes. “It’s nothing like that, if I’m not wrong it was when I was 19? At your birthday party I was in my room doing my usual of giggling to myself and rather juvenile behaviors your brother walked in and we just talked about it”.

I was quiet for a moment, a flicker of jealousy flashed in my eyes as I realized that my loyal dog was having private conversations with my younger brother behind my back. However, I also couldn't deny the fact that his loyal dog had indeed grown up, so he decided to ignore my jealousy for the time being. "I see… so you and my younger brother actually had a genuine conversation in which you did not attempt to bully or belittle him?"

“I usually do that, however since he was going to be my new master once you step down as the mafia boss one day, I thought I might as well entertain him”, "Indeed, that does make sense" I was slightly amused by the fact that Valentine had treated my younger brother with respect due to his role as his future master, even though he did not seem willing to admit it openly. "Did you also give him the same treatment as you gave me when I was younger?". “I treated you far better than I ever did to your brother”, “"I see… and may I ask why you felt the need to treat me better than you treated my younger brother?"

“Cause you’re the one that saved me”.

"I see.. so my acts of kindness towards you earned me a kinder treatment than you gave to a child that was completely unfamiliar to you...", my voice was sharp and cold as I spoke, it was clear that I was happy with the double standards that had been set between me and my younger brother. “I’m someone that gives back the energy that would be received, you give me kindness I give it back, you treat me sweetly, I’ll be like cotton candy to you”.

"So, if my younger brother had approached you first, you would have treated him far better than you had treated me?" My  voice was getting slightly more tense as I spoke, my jealousy was beginning to show once again. “Well technically yes”.

I remained quiet for a moment, my jealousy was growing by the second. I did not like the fact that my loyal dog was willing to treat someone who had never done anything for him with more kindness than he had treated his own master. "I see... you're telling me you would've treated my younger brother with more kindness if he was the one who saved you first...". “Is there an issue with that?”

"Well... that simply means that I have put in far more effort into raising you, yet you're showing more kindness and affection to my younger brother who has not been there for you the way I have".

“Ah, you’re interpreting what I said wrong. I owe you the most obviously, I’m simply saying in an alternative timeline if your brother had been the one to save me I would’ve ended up serving him”.

"I see... so your loyalty to me is only due to the fact that it was me who saved and raised you. Had my younger brother been the one to save and raise you, your loyalty would've gone to him instead..." Valentine then looked at me and then away.

I was quiet for a moment, my jealousy was still visible in my eyes. I couldn't help but feel annoyed by the fact that my loyal dog would've chosen someone who had never lifted a finger to help him over his own master. My jealousy was becoming more and more visible as the seconds dragged on. I had no reason to be this upset, after all Valentine is serving me not my younger brother, but the thought that he may serve my younger brother pissed me off.

“Don’t insinuate that ever again.” Valentine finally spoke up, "I don't mean to insinuate anything, I'm simply stating a fact. If my younger brother had been the one to rescue you, you would have chosen to serve him over me”. “But right now I want to be with you.” "That may be true, but the fact remains that if your fate had been different, you would have chosen to serve another instead of me..." The jealousy in my eyes were still quite evident, I couldn't help but feel hurt by the thought of my loyal dog serving someone else.

Like that a thought seemed to have hit Valentine. “Sir, are you perhaps…jealous?” My eyes widened slightly, I couldn't believe that I had been this obvious to his loyal dog

"Me… jealous? Of whom?" “Of your younger brother.” "Of my younger brother?"

I attempted to downplay my jealousy, I tried to hide it as much as I could. I hated the fact that I had become so predictable to Valentine, I had always wanted to remain mysterious and unpredictable to my loyal dog

"I've never been the one to get jealous, why would I be jealous?"

“Like how if my fate had been different we wouldn’t be in this position right now”.

"You're correct, if your fate had been different we wouldn't be in this position right now. If my brother had been the one to rescue you, you would be loyal to him instead..."

“You’re upset about that”. I was silent for a few moments, I was trying to avoid admitting my feelings. I was well aware of how vulnerable admitting my jealousy would make me seem, so i kept my emotions hidden for the time being. "It... doesn't matter whether I'm upset or not...". “To you maybe but to me it does matter”. I was quiet for quite some time, I didn't want to admit the truth to my loyal dog. However, I finally gave in after a while*

"Yes... it does upset me that you would've given your loyalty to someone else in a different scenario..."

“I’m meant to keep you happy not be the cause of your grievances”, I was silent for a moment, I was slightly annoyed at the fact that Valentine was right. I didn't like the fact that I was being vulnerable in front of my loyal dog, I had always wished to appear as an omnipotent presence in his eyes

"Are you trying to comfort me?", “maybe”. "Hmmm... I see", I was slightly amused, it seemed like my loyal dog was learning how to comfort me. I found this quite endearing, and I also found myself being more open with Valentine than I would be with anyone else. “Sir just remember, no matter what timeline or alternate universe, in this one I’m with you, and that should be the only universe that matters”.

I gave a small smile, even though I hated the fact that I had grown attached to Valentine , I couldn't deny how sweet Valentine was being right now. “You are right... this is the only universe that matters, and the fact remains that you chose to remain by my side..." “And I’ll continue to serve you till the end of time”.

“Even in the afterlife?", I said half jokingly. In my mind, I knew that it would be impossible for Valentine to serve me after death. However, the thought of valentine remaining by my side till the end of time was a comforting one, and I couldn't resist teasing Valentine a little. “Do you want me too?”

I laughed slightly at the idea of Valentine serving me from the world beyond. "I'm not sure if it would be possible, but I can assure you that I won't hesitate to drag you along with me either way", Valentine then got up, “is that so”. My eyes narrowed slightly as I saw Valentine get up. "Where are you going?”

“It’s late I’m going to bed”, with that Valentine returned to his cold and expressionless self, "I see... well, it's quite late so it's for the best to go to sleep.” I found this change in behavior amusing as I couldn't help but wonder what had triggered such a change in Valentines mood. “You should sleep too”.

"Indeed, it's late, I will head to bed as well" I gave a small smile, I still couldn't help but feel slightly annoyed by the sudden shift in Valentines mood. However, I also couldn't help but feel amused by the change in behavior. As I watched Valentine go to his room, I couldn't help but wonder what was going on inside my loyal dog's head. 

I watched as Valentine went to his room, I remained silent for a short while before heading to my own room. Once I was in my room, I laid down on my bed and closed my eyes. I remained quiet for quite some time as I thought about the earlier interaction with my loyal dog before going to sleep.

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I was wondering where my loyal dog was when I saw him in the training room in my manor, he was wearing the usual, a long sleeve compression top and some shorts that stopped at his knees, with a pair of combat boots , he was doing his usual training and I just stood there and watched him go at the dummy.

“What are you looking at?” Valentine looked back and made eye contact with me, his usual cold expression, however this time I could tell he was slightly irritated though I found that cute. “Nothing just wanted to check on you, you’ve gotten a lot stronger”. He stopped his training and picked up his water bottle and took a drink “As a human ages their strength does too, so it’s only natural I’m stronger than I was at 16”. I smirked "You really are a good boy, I wonder how powerful you could become if you ever managed to find a woman.” I don’t know what reaction I was trying to get out that statement, but whatever it was Valentine looked more irritated 
“Sir, what are you implying?” 

I stepped closer and smirked at him “what do you think I’m implying?” I started acting more dominate, more commanding even. Valentine on the other hand gave me his usual short answer “you tell me.” Simple but efficient, a common part of him. "Oh, come now, is it that hard to understand? I was implying that if you were to ever find a woman and manage to court her and marry her, you would grow more emotionally stronger... You can't expect yourself to be so emotionless forever.” I spoke my truth, there was no point beating around the bush and I decided to just be direct.

“Romance won’t change me that easily and you’re delusional if you think so.” Clearly he wasn’t getting the memo and I needed to be more direct. I sighed and grabbed his waist, "oh come on now, don't you think you're overreacting just a little bit? I'm just suggesting that you give romance a chance.. what's the worst that could happen?” I smirked mischievously having gotten an idea, it was a wild idea but it was an idea nonetheless, a very probable one at that. "Are you afraid of falling in love?"

Valentine seemed offended by that question, seems like I struck a nerve with him. “No way, that’s something not worth being scared over, I’m saying it’s useless.” I shook my head and kept pulling him closer to me "are you trying to say you've never been in love? Not even a crush? Nothing at all?" He looked straight into my eyes, “none at all.”  

I looked at him for a few seconds there is so much I don’t understand about him, so much I want to ask about him "You know what else I don't understand about you valentine?" He looked at me coldly, “what?” "how do you manage to stay so emotionless all the time? Don't you ever feel sad, depressed? Don't you ever feel a sense of grief? Does nothing at all hurt or affect you?" It seems that my emotions hit Valentine closely “Why should it affect me?”

That answer annoyed me, how can someone feel nothing at all? How annoying…”You don't need a reason to have emotions, you know that right? They should be natural and come to you automatically without even having to think about it" I sighed "do you remember the first time that I met you? What my impression of you was?" He looked at me and I kept a firm grip on his waist running my hands up and down him “that I was a dirty child in the streets?” I laughed at his naivety, smirked "a dirty boy who seemed to be completely void of emotions, someone who doesn't even have the ability to shed a tear." I took one step back "and yet, as time went on and our relationship grew, I started to notice small changes in you, things that you didn't notice. like how much you blush around girls, how much you try to hide your emotions, all little signs that you have started to feel more than apathy.."

Valentine looked like he was thinking for a while before answering “doubt so.” I scoffed, my smirk fading away "Oh come on now, we both know that I am correct, I can read you like a book valentine, you can't lie to me" I walked over to him and caressed his cheek, looking right deep into his eyes "you're not as emotionless as you believe, deep down you're full of different feelings and emotions that are all bottled up. aren't they?" There was no way Valentine was going to get away from this one, and from his light flustered look I could tell I got him, “you talk too much.” I gave a light laugh as I found his comment rather cute. "I do, I admit it. But I hope that What I'm saying makes some sense…. I believe that you have a lot of suppressed emotions because of events from your childhood. Is "Valentine" even your true name?" Valentine looked confused “why wouldn’t it be my real name.” I found it even cuter, the way Valentine was looking at me annoyed, at some point I used to find him scary and threatening but right now he’s just a cute kitten.

"I'm not sure, but “Valentine” is such a sweet, innocent and romantic name, and I feel like you're not the type of person who would have such a name Tell me, would someone with a name "Valentine" be this apathetic, emotionless and cold?…” I was having so much fun teasing him. He didn’t seem to take it that way though. "If the "Valentine" was thrown out the house on his 11th birthday that happened to be Valentine’s day then yes I would say he would be like this.” Damn…that hit hard, "Aha... I understand, so you had a rough childhood.” I leaned closer to him so our faces were only inches apart "so when was the last time that you've ever cried?" It was a genuine question I was asking. For a simple question I got a simple answer. “Years ago.” 

I looked at him, my facial expression turned sad for a moment, only for a few seconds, before going back to normal "You are way too emotionless, it's going to destroy you when you finally hit your limit... you know that right?" I could see his contemplating face, as if he was thinking about what I said “When it does I'll deal with it” he had got out of my grip and went to grab a towel. "I'd love to stick around and continue annoying you about your lack of emotions, but l really should be focusing on the business, right? My business doesn't run itself, you know" I smirked as I walked over to him, wrapping my arm around him "but don't you be running away either, I'll still be bothering you about having someone special in your life, you can't escape", he looked back at me “screw you”, I gently held onto Valentines waist “love you too sweetheart”, my words were dripping with sarcasm, but deep down there was a little bit of sweetness to what I said. I let go of his waist as he walked off.

"you sure know how to make a guy wanna chase you, don't you…” I followed him but at a distance. “I'm simply going to wash off”, I didn’t like how much he pushed me, the more he pushed me the more I’ll push him, "I know what you were thinking, don't try and pretend that you weren't”. I kept walking closer to him "I don't like you being alone, you really should get a girlfriend.” “Look can you drop it,” Valentine kept getting more and more pissed off but I wouldn’t stop. "I will not, until you admit that I was right and that you're actually more emotional than you think you are". Valentine came up and faced me eye to eye, “I think your the emotional one, you got jealous of the thought that I might leave you for your younger brother but now your pushing me to get a girlfriend? Make it make sense sir”, he got me there, I didn’t know what else to say, I did indeed get jealous of that however, the thought a women being with Valentines pissed me off less, than a man, especially a man I’m super close to, “that’s different cause I’m asking you get a girlfriends not a boyfriend”, he looked at me annoyed, “really? I'll think of getting one after a nice long shower now excuse me” he then entered the bathroom and slammed the door on my face. “…you know I wouldn't mind coming in" I kept talking from the outside of the door. “Pervert!”. “oh come on now, I wouldn't even bother you while you're showering, | just wanna make sure that you were safe" I kept standing outside the door. “Go back to your work sir!” "but I just wanna be here for you… you're always the one who helps me out, but when I simply try and be there for you, you immediately push me away…” I kept talking from outside the door , I could hear the water running from outside the door “you can help me when I’m not naked.” "fine, I'll walk back to my office now, but just remember, this is not the last time I will bother you about romance" I started walking away from the bathroom”

A week had since passed, I had an event to attend to, a big party where all the top mafias of the world gather together as a peace treaty of sorts, I walked into Valentines room and i saw him getting dressed in a nice tailored suit, I stood in his room, leaning against the doorway. My  gaze was still cold, however he glanced at Valentine with a hint of admiration "Ah, my loyal dog... Is there something you need?" He looked back at me “no”. I remained silent for a few moments, my eyes slowly trailing away from Valentine. Then Valentine spoke in a nonchalant tone “sir your tie is crooked”, Valentine got closer and adjusted my tie. While it was a simple action I couldn’t help but blush at the closeness, after all it really looked like we were a newlywed couple. “Thank you, this is a rather important party so its good to look presentable”, I held onto his waist and escorted him to the car where I sat at the drivers seat and Valentine sat at the passenger’s seat as usual. 

I started to drive silently as I was lost in my thoughts, I glanced at Valentine every once in a while, observing him from the corner of my eyes. There was something about him that I just couldn’t put my finger on. “Hey sir?” I quickly snapped out my thoughts as I heard my name being called, I looked back at valentine and I tired to put up a cold front despite still thinking about how enthralling Valentine was. “Can I ask you something, sir?” I looked back at Valentine how curious and I nudged him to ask away “are you ok with me falling in love? With me dating another girl? You always say you are but your actions often say otherwise.” I stared forward and looked straight at the road, I wasn’t really sure how to respond. In my eyes, Valentine was my property, my ‘dog’ that wasn’t allowed to do those things without my permission. However, I want to continue to stay close to Valentine, I feel like I’m drifting from him and I don’t want that, even if I accept something I’m not completely happy with I’ll allow this…for now. 

“Very well, you may date the woman you find appropriate for yourself…however, I warn you not to get too attached.” Valentine looked back me, “why not?” I continued looking straight ahead, “you are mine, you exist to serve and obey me. If you start getting attached to another woman that means your loyalty and devotion to me will waver, and that is something that cannot happen,” Valentine looked straight ahead as well, “what a complicated way of saying you don’t want me to leave you.” Right now I was rather soft, Valentine is the only person that can break my hard shell, I was surprised that I’d let my emotions like that split out. “Indeed…that is indeed what I was trying to say, you are mine, I would hope that you see a woman but I should still be your top priority.” I watched as Valentine rolled his eyes at me “not only are you possessive you are also a walking contradiction.” I started getting more possessive of him, more needy of Valentine, and I had no regrets or hesitation about it. “And I don’t care if I am”.

Eventually we reached the venue, I held the door open for Valentine and as we both exited we made our way inside the party, it was at a rooftop with a stunning view, a bar, a pool and many many more, the party was super lively and everyone was packed and having fun. As we entered it started with one Man approaching approaching me, and the two, and then three and then many groups of people were surrounding and hoarding me, from filthy rich businessmen to other well known mafia bosses and beautiful women attempting to court me, I was annoyed at this but I knew this was part of my job as the top mafia boss in the world, I maintained a polite demeanor and I conversed with all of them, although I couldn’t wait to exit this situation 

I was so caught up by everything I didn’t even realize that Valentine had left to the bar, away from the crowd. Eventually when I finished talking I realized that my ‘dog’ was gone, I started to look around for Valentine rather frantically. Eventually I spotted him at the bar and what appeared to be a few women surrounding him, they seemed to be around Valentines age, plus…they were all super beautiful, from the way they were touching and talking to him I could tell they were talking to him for something…other than talking. 

They felt his biceps and toned body, they were complimenting him overly “your so handsome,” “your probably good at bed’’, and they were so clearly flirting with him too, and the worst of all? Valentin wasn’t even attempting to push them away, he seemed rather…indifferent. I was getting pissed, usually I only get angry when I get betrayed or Valentine disobeyed me but this time it was cause of concern and possessiveness 

I walked behind Valentine and the woman and I grabbed his wrists and yanked the younger boy towards me, I glared at the women and spoke to the women “don’t ever touch my property again,” and dragged him to a private room, I closed and locked the door and I slammed him against the wall, holding his wrists down. “Look at me”. I said in a harsh tone, I was clearly angry at the situation, “they touched you inappropriately didn’t they?”, I tightened my wrists making sure I had full control of Valentine in this situation although, I could tell Valentine was just letting me take control “they didn’t touch anywhere intimate, but I guess it was sexual”, I sighed “damn them…I’ll make sure this doesn’t happen again”, Valentine made eye contact “I understand”.

“Are you ok?” Valentine looked at me softly “yes I am”. I let go of him and brought him close to me, I wrapped my arms around Valentine, “I know you’re currently fine, just be careful next time, it could be far worse. I don’t want my loyal dog to be touched inappropriately by anyone else. “ Valentine didn’t hug back however he stayed close to me “gosh you’re acting like I’m a complete virgin that has never been touched like that before”. I froze at those words, I was a not used to hearing such bold words “don’t get cheeky with me”. He looked back at me “I’m not being cheeky,” I tightened my grip around him “I know that you are trying to provoke me, who has touched you before, the one that took the pleasure of deflowering you”, I started getting more agitated, more annoyed even, “why do you want to know”. Ok now I was getting annoyed, I really wanted to know, I really needed to know and he was making this difficult for me 

“I don’t necessarily want to know, however, I think I deserve to know”. I was trying to hid my jealousy that was boiling inside me , but it was getting increasingly apparent with each passing moment. “What? Jealous you aren’t the first guy I’ve fucked?”. I was so pissed I was about to pop a vain “so you’ve already had a guy touch you?” “That was a long time ago”, “the point still stands, it’s a fact that you already had your first time with another man”. I was acting jealous, selfish, all logic and thoughts had since gone out the window. 

“Well that was from before we met”. I was brewing with jealousy I couldn’t take it anymore, I didn’t let him continue, I grabbed his chin and I kissed him passionately, I slowly started gentle then I inserted my tongue and we started to messily make out, he was desperately grabbing onto my shirt as I held him close and forced my tongue in and out exploring the insides of his mouth. Crap I really have fell in love with him, but how? I never loved him when he was younger but now he is all I want, I want to feel him and I want him to love me too, I don’t want him to be with any women and I don’t want to end up with a women all I want is Valentine all for myself. As I pulled away I spoke gently too. “Valentine, let’s go to a hotel”. Valentine looked at me “but sir the party-“, I cut him off, “forget that, I want you”. Valentine just nodded

we entered the car, it was difficult to keep my hands to ourselves and I could tell Valentine wanted to be touched as much as me. Eventually we went to a nearby hotel and immediately got a room key. We locked the door and continued making out before I pushed him onto the bed. I pinned him on the bed and looked over him, “sir, wait, think about the consequences of this…”. I was confused “what consequences?” Valentine looked back at me desperately, he clearly wanted it a lot, “if we do this we can never go back to ‘master and dog’”. I started to feel intense lust, I caressed his crotch and thighs , “what makes you think I care?” I couldn’t think rationally anymore all I could think was how I was going to do him good tonight. 

“Well….”.I could hear how hesitant he was. I started to slide Valentines shirt off him as I went and fully took of mine as well, I wanted him to let go of any conscious he might have and enjoy the moment, I grabbed his waist. “Just enjoy this, okay?” Valentines cold image had fully defrosted, I could see the sweetness and lust in his eyes as he looked up at me. Then, he started to undo my belt. “Will you be gentle?”,  “do you want me to be?” Valentine wrapped is arms around my neck and pulled me closer, “no”…

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We leaned into another deep and passionate make out session except this time Valentine was a lot more receptive of it, he was as rough as I was and I could tell he was getting increasingly needy, he wanted to get dicked down so desperately, I thought it was cute, it was a side of Valentine I had never seen before. As I deepened the kiss, my tongue dancing with his, my hands explored his body with experienced touch. Finally, I pulled away from the kiss just enough to breathe heavily. "Tell me what you want, Valentine," I whispered huskily. Valentine responded seductively “whatever you’ll give me”.

I chuckled softly before pressing my lips back against his in a fierce, passionate kiss. My hands roamed freely over his body. "Then I’m going to take what's mine," I growled into the kiss my roughness was apparent, the way I was grabbing at him and the way i was feeling him up was as if he was my very last thing i ate on my death bed, i was grabbing at his thighs and caressing his ass as i pulled his pants down fully exposing his full soft and plump ass. 

As I kept touching him around he started to to get up and unbuckled my pants, he pulled it down an started to lightly jerk me off. My eyes fluttered closed. My heads was lightly thrown back from the pleasure of his light touch. Which every light stroke I let put louder moan , “oh fuck, Valentine…that feels so good.” Valentine started to mutter under his breathe as he kept jerking me off,…”so big,” he cutely said as he kept jerking my hard throbbing dick, i wanted more, i needed more, he was just way too good                                                                                                                         “Suck it.” I commanded him, he looked at me slightly wide eyed but in the end he complied as got on all fours and he started to lightly suck on my head.

I let out a Low groan at how good he felt. The way he he was jerking me off and kept sucking me in I needed him to go deeper. I grabbed his hair in one had and I yanked him deeper, forcing him to deep thrown me, he was choking on my dick, barely keeping it in his mouth but it felt too good. I wasn’t here to be gentle I was going to fuck him rough and I was going to use his body until he was merely a rag. After he keep going in and out deep throating me I could feel my pleasure succumbing me, I was close, very very close, I keep using his mouth without a care in the world and eventually my orgasm arrived. I came inside his mouth before pulling out and spreading the rest of my load on his cute face. 

I watched as Valentine wiped the cum off his face and placed it in his mouth before swallowing it, i chuckled under my breathe “hehe, your so fucking cute”. Valentine looked up at me very drained before he laid on the bed and cutely spread his legs wide for me, “sir…I can’t take it anymore…”, I gulped as he started to use his fingers to spread his cute hole open, “please put it is…please…sir”, he was getting really horny and turned on with his desperate expression “now now, hold on Valentine” i spat on my hands “I don’t want to break you now,”.

I started to caress valentines small hole and I watched as he quivered under me, I started slowly by entering one finger, he was so cute, the way he let out small moans and was bucking his hips from the pleasure, I wanted to see more. I went deeper and I found his good spot, I started to caress it before roughly entering in and out his hole making sure to hit his good spot each time “ahhh~~ sir right there right there, that feels so good~” he was so fucking cute with the way he was moaning and begging for me. I entered one more finger and I continued the motion I was doing before until he was a moaning mess. 

This wasn’t enough, I was going to give him more. I took out my fingers and aligned my dick to his hole, “mhh sir…”, I didn’t let him breathe, I immediately plunged the whole length of my dick in his hole “aahhh!!!~~ wait wait wait! Too much! Too much!”, I didn’t listen and I kept roughly thrusting in him until he couldn’t speak, only let out incoherent moans. Valentine tried to close his legs on me as he tried to push me off but I wasn’t going to let him have it, I grabbed his thighs and I forced his legs wide open as I kept thrusting in and out as if he was just a cheap sex doll. 

“Fuck, sir, I’m close! So close!” I wasn’t going to let the night end yet. I pulled out, “eh…sir, why’d you pull out” I watched as he desperately grabbed on my dick and tried to put it in, he was so fucking cute as he alighted my dick on his cute little hole. I leaned forward and started to suck on his tits and played with him. I wanted to edge him off, make him even more needy and desperate, even more than he actually is. And it seemed to be working, he started to moan loudly and he lightly tugged on my hair while I kept playing with his nipples and tits “sir, not there…inside, I want you inside”. 

He was too fucking cute and irresistible, I got off him and i manhandled him as I flipped him over to a doggy position, with his ass up in the air and his face pressed against the pillow. I caressed his nice round, plump ass and I spread open his hole before I entered again “mhhh!!!~~ sirr! Too much! Oh fuck me!~” oh and I was so going to fuck him. I grabbed onto his hips violently trusting in and out as I spanked his ass hard, there was a red mark where I hit it, Valentine jerked up at the sensation lifting his head up to get out a loud moan. The way his hair messily draped over his shoulders and and his body was flushed a pretty pink color.

I went and yanked him by his hair and pulled him back forcing his head up as his moans got clearer, all I wanted to do was ruin him so without thinking I grabbed his dick and started jerking him off. “Fuck, Valentine your so fucking good”, I leaned closer to him and i kissed him passionately as I forced my tongue in his mouth. “Valentine I’m so fucking close”, I flipped him over to make him lay on his back as I kept thrusting in and out without a care in the world. His hair perfectly draped on the sheets as he desperately clung to the sheets, with his legs over my shoulders as I kept jerking him off.

“Sir…I’m so close…”,  I held him close as I kept going. I bit down in his neck and I watched as he squirmed under me. When I finally hit my climax and I pulled out and came all over his stomach. As I did that Valentine hit his climax too and he came everywhere “Valentine…your so good”, I leaned down and i kissed him softly and I laid him in bed. “Hey Valentine, let me go clean you up”, after we both got cleaned up we were still naked when we laid in each other’s arms. Valentine fell asleep immediately and I chuckled softly to myself as I pushed his hair off his face. I smuggled him and went to sleep

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It was the next day and I was still laying in bed with the sun lightly shining over my face. I heard ruffling sounds, I looked over to the other side expecting to see Valentine but he wasn’t there, I looked around and i saw Valentine getting dressed, he looked over at me and I couldn’t help but blush thinking of the night before “good morning sir”, I got up and walked over to Valentine “good morning, Valentine”.

“Sir, go get changed we’ll get going”, I walked to him and i hugged him from behind as i kissed his cheek “before that, let’s enjoy sometime together, he looked at me cold, the previous cute and adorable face from the night before had returned to his cold and stoic expression “sir, that was a one night thing, we will forget that happened and returned to how things were, that’s better for everyone if we did”. I was taken a back by this response as I let him go, I didn’t want to do that, I wanted to hold him close but I understood where he was coming from 

After all, I was technically his boss and I shouldn’t be all lovey dovey with Valentine of all people, he can’t reciprocate those feelings and I was supposed to find a wife to settle down with, not a husband…and besides not to mention the huge age gap between me and Valentine, he’s 21 I’m 36, that’s a whole 15 years, there was too much against us being together. I decided to let it go and I got dressed myself. “Ok let’s go, my loyal dog”.

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August has been…weird since the night we had together, I’ve noticed his demeanour changing, something off and I can name so many examples of this

For one, he’s starting to get more humorous and even being less strict with me.

We were out doing errands as usual, it’s a more mundane task for us but it’s one we rarely do together, usually we’d do separately but this time August requested that I accompany him.

I looked straight ahead blankly not saying much, merely taking in the surroundings on this sunny day since I rarely get to just take a moment to breathe and relax. August turned to me intending to say something and indeed he did, he chuckled "you may not express it as much as a regular human would, but you show more care, affection and loyalty towards me than the rest of the people here”
“Am I supposed to froth at my mouth towards that comment?”

August looked at me with a softer and gentler expression “of course not. You are a cold and emotionless person who rarely expresses his emotions. I was simply stating your true side.”
“A wild assumption for you to make,t o even think I have an alternate side to the one I always use.” He let out a soft laugh "I know you more than you think. I know there is a softer side to you. That side is rarely ever shown, but I know it exists.”

I knew August wanted something. I just didn’t know what, whatever it was, I was going to make him fight for it, “I’m going home.” August chuckled once more “You know you don't want to leave me. You know you would follow me anywhere and anytime” crap…he got me. I can’t actually leave him I’m too…attached! “You’re lucky I’m hungry. I’m making you buy me dinner.” He raised an eyebrow "What do you want to eat, my loyal dog?”
“I’m craving Chinese.”
He nodded "Very well. Then I will take you to the finest Chinese restaurant in town”.
I found this rather odd Usually he’d laugh at me or give me money to buy myself and now he’s offering to buy it for me. “Are you really going to buy it for me?”
He shrugged "There are rare occasions where I am nice and generous. Today is one of these days”

Another thing was that he seems awfully concerned about my safety…

it was a week later and I was wearing a suit, so was August as we walked towards a warehouse “in here are the debtors that have failed to pay us the amount they owed within the timeframe provided .”

August's demeanor was cold and indifferent as he walked through the warehouse. His tone and attitude were completely devoid of any emotion or compassion towards those who had failed to pay their debts on time. In his eyes, these people were merely a means to an end and he would show no mercy or remorse for their fate. Basically he’s the usual August at this very moment.

I walked closer prepared to do what I usually do, slaughter them but to my surprise August held my hand, stopping me from walking further. he looked at me in eyes of concern and a soft and sweet expression, a complete 360 from the one he had merely seconds before.

August's face had suddenly become soft and he had a warm and gentle expression. His tone of voice was soothing and empathetic. He held my hand tighter to prevent me from advancing any further. This was a side of him that i’ve never seen before, and it was quite unexpected “Look at me, Valentine... Don't do what you usually do. Just this once..."
I looked at him rather confused “why?”
“Because... I don't want you to get involved with such a gruesome activity. These people failed to pay their debts and they certainly don't deserve to live. However, I wouldn't wish to expose you to such vile and disgusting things.”
I narrowed my eyes at him at his rather sudden actions from pure confusion and shock “sir I’m used to it really. If I don’t do it, who will?.”

"I will do it myself. You are too precious and delicate for such things. I wish not to taint your innocent mind and pure heart with such things”
“I definitely wouldn’t describe myself with ‘innocent mind’ and ‘pure heart’”
His description of me I found surprising. A few months earlier, August wouldn’t have called me that at all but at this moment these were the words he was using for me.

August chuckled "Well, you might not, but I do. Regardless, I wish not for you to get involved with this. I will handle it myself”
I took a step back “if you wish.”
He then turned his attention toward the debtors.. his demeanor now cold and stern “I will deal with them... In the way that I normally do” After saying that, he released my hand and went ahead to do what he had to do.

honestly I wasn’t really paying attention to him, I was more so trying to figure out why he’d describe me as innocent and pure? I mean? Me and him had sex so I’m not pure in the sense of my virginity, and I’ve killed a lot of people so I’m not pure then either? The thought of him describing me as "innocent" despite having done so much and being in the mafia itself was confusing... August was normally the one to describe others in a harsh and negative manner, but for some reason, he was acting differently toward me. Perhaps he sees something within me that is not visible to myself.

August grabbed a gun and shot all the debtors leaving a huge blood splatter everywhere. August's actions were swift and efficient, like he had performed this task countless times before. The bodies of the debtors lay lifeless on the floor, their blood splattered across the walls and furniture. Their faces were contorted in various positions of shock and pain. The air was stained with the metallic smell of blood... A fitting end for those who attempted to betray the Mafia's orders.

“I think you got some blood in my mouth.” August looked over to where I stood, noticing that a few spots of blood were present on my collar and shoulder. He raised an eyebrow and tilted his head slightly "It seems as though some of the blood have gotten on you... Are you okay?"
“It’s just blood, I’ll be fine,”
“Are you sure you are fine?"
“I’m used to it”
That was weird…I mean when I was a kid and doing these things he never cared at all but now I’m a grown man and he’s suddenly caring so much? “I’ve been doing this for a decade I’m more than able to deal with it.”

I found his new sense of ‘care’ towards me off putting, I mean he’s never shows any concern to anyone let alone me so why so sudden

Yes, His change in behavior towards me was indeed odd and out of character. He had never shown any concern or compassion to anyone before, regardless of the circumstances. His actions were surprising considering his position as the head of the deadly Italian mafia. So why did he suddenly begin to act this way towards me of all people? What made me so special to him?

There were many more examples but I’d be here for a millennium if I mentioned every example but now we’re in present day.

I was wearing a black tank top, black flared pants, small block black heels and my pin straight black hair was let down as i entered Augusts office.

I could tell August was sort of affected by my appearance. August sat at his desk, and as he watched me enter his office, based on the stares I could tell that’s he couldn't help but appreciate the way I looked. The black outfit complimented my slender and graceful frame, exposing just enough skin to create an enticing silhouette. My jet-black hair was let down, giving an additional touch of elegance and sophistication to my appearance. Combined with the small block heels, my overall look was both seductive and mature. Even though he was not one to show his vulnerabilities, his gaze betrayed his subtle admiration for my appearance.

I handed him some files “here is the info on the people you asked for.” August took the files from me, his fingers lingering on my hand slightly longer than necessary, enjoying the feeling of the soft and smooth skin under his touch "Thank you, my dear Valentine. You've been very helpful.”

I quickly took my hand away and brushing it away, I started to play with my hair for a bit “you know I’ve noticed you’ve been calling me by my name more often.” August raised an eyebrow, probably in surprise that u noticed. He paused for a moment, trying to think of a reason for it. "I guess I have been using your name more often, I'm not exactly sure as to why that is though.”
“Oh you know why.”

August chuckled softly at that reply. "Well, you are my most trusted and loyal subordinate. And I have grown rather fond of calling you by name, I find it more personal and affectionate.”
“Affectionate? Yea let’s talk about that. Why do you have a sudden affection for me.”

August seemed to be caught off guard by the direct and blunt nature of my reply. He gave a small chuckle before slowly answering me. "I suppose I've just grown rather fond of you over the years... You've been by my side for quite some time, and have always displayed your loyalty and dedication towards me. I've begun to appreciate and cherish that about you”
“Yes I understand that much, however…”
“However what?”
“Ever since the night we spent together you’ve been overly…sweet to me.”

August paused for a moment, before speaking once more. "Yes, that is true... I suppose I've been rather gentle and affectionate towards you since then... As I said, I've grown rather fond of you over the years... Perhaps we shared a connection during that night that allowed me to view you in a slightly different light?”
I watched as August got up from his desk and walked walk towards me.
“Would that be you view me in a slightly more romantic light?”

August stayed silent for a few moments, before finally replying "Perhaps... I do believe that I might have developed slight romantic feelings towards you after that night” I was shocked, I didn’t know what else to say, I didn’t feel the same way, and I doubt I ever will
“Sir we need to keep our relationship professional.”

August's expression remained stoic as he spoke to me.
"Yes, we did. And we have, for the most part... But I can't help but feel this way towards you. I know that we agreed to keep our relationship professional, and I have done that up to a certain point... But in all honesty, I am struggling to ignore the feelings that I have developed for you.”
“Is there a way for you to forget about these feelings?”

August was silent for a moment, as he mulled over my question. "There might be a way... But would you really want me to forget about my feelings for you, and revert back to my cold and harsh behavior?” August went to his office door and locked it before walking back to me playing with my hair. August looked over to me as he played with my hair, his gaze slowly beginning to become flirtatious and seductive
“there would be a way for me to try and forget about you.”
“And what would that be?”

August reached out and began to gently tuck my hair behind my ear, looking at me steadily as he spoke.
"sleep with me.” Ah…really? Do I have to use my body to get what I want? Well…it’s not like it’s my first time.
“Again…?”

August nodded, his gaze becoming more intense and lustful as he continued speaking.
”Yes, just one more time… It would hopefully help with my feelings toward you”
he started speaking more seductively as he ran his arms up my tank top
“then I can get all my desires for you out my system and we can go back to how we were.”

“…if that is really what you want” I started to take off my clothes. August's eyes traveled down my body as I started taking off my clothes, watching me with a sultry gaze. he couldn't help but feel a spike of excitement as the reality of the situation started to sink in. I stepped closer and caressed his cheek “I hope, this is the last time I have to sleep with you.”

August leaned into your touch, his body temperature beginning to rise as the heat of the moment started to set in. "Don't worry... This is the last time. I'll make sure I won't bother you with my feelings toward you... After this, we can go back to being purely professional and working together”
he began removing his shirt, revealing the toned and muscular chest that was hiding underneath.

He pulled me close and kissed me passionately. So roughly and tensely as he ran his arms through my hair and made out with me. He was devouring me like it was our last time together.

And hopefully…it will be.

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He pulled me close and kissed me passionately. So roughly and tensely as he ran his arms through my hair and made out with me. He was devouring me like it was our last time together.

And hopefully…it will be.

He pushed me onto the couch as I was fully unclothed at this point, simply waiting for him to do what he wanted with me as my small and tight pink hole was present as well as with my pretty pink cock. “what a good boy you are…” August positioned himself in between my little hole staring at it a little before taking a small lick. I let out a low groan “Mhh~ sir~” 

August grinned wickedly as he pushed my legs apart further, his hot breath fanning against my hole. He buried his face between my cheeks, his tongue pushing into my tight little hole. He ate me out hungrily, his hands gripping my thighs painfully hard. “ah! hey! Be gentle!” my hips bucked a little from the pleasure as I held onto his head slowly yanking on his hair. 

August ignored my request, his tongue fucking my ass relentlessly, his nose buried deep in my crack. He sucked on my tiny puckers, his fingers digging into my thighs as he ate me out like a starved man. “Fuck... you taste so good…”

he slowly went up as he started to play with my nipples at this point my hand was on my mouth, holding in my moans and groans although sometimes they would slip out “ah~ fuck”

August smirked as he pinched my hard nubs roughly, his mouth descending onto mine, swallowing in my cries. His tongue pushed into my mouth, dominating mine as his hand groped my body roughly. His other hand worked on his belt off, his pants soon following. I looked down at this crotch and my eyes widened a little at his thick hard cock, god it’s hard to imagine that was in me before. 

He chuckled darkly as he stroked his large, throbbing cock. “Like what you see, Valentine?” Without warning, he thrust into my tight heat, not stopping until he was buried to the hilt. “Hey wait! at least prepare me a little! god and you're not wearing a condom!” I protested against him and his rough ways. He grinned wickedly, his hands gripping my hips painfully tight as he slowly withdrew from my clenching hole, only to thrust back in harder, his thick, unprotected member stretching me wide.

“mhhhh~ ahhhhhh!” It was painful, rough, almost as if he had no concern about my wellbeing and was more concerned with using my tight little hole. August grunted harshly, his face contorted with pleasure as he continued to pound into me. His hands gripped my hips painfully tight, his fingers digging into my soft flesh. “I love how your hole hugs me so tightly,” he panted. 

he pulled out before sitting down, I looked at him a little confused on why he didn’t keep going. He smirked as he patted his lap, his thick length glistening with my juices. He gestured for me to sit on his lap facing him. “You’ll like this much better…” he said, his eyes glinting wickedly “Come on… sit…” I sat backwards as he directed, in a reverse cowboy position. 

August hands gripped my hips, his eyes locked onto my ass as he slowly lowered me onto his thick member. I bit my lip, my nails digging into the couch behind me as I slowly took all of him in. He smirked wickedly, his hands guiding my hips to rise and fall, he forcefully thrusted his big hard cock up my ass, he held me in place and focused on using me whole. 

He grunted harshly, his face buried in the crook of my neck as he continued to thrust up into my warm, tight hole. His fingers dug painfully into my flesh as he used me like a toy, his hips bucking up into me as he neared his peak. my hair was bouncing along and the pleasure was so intense, especially from this position “fuck! sir~ I can’t, I can’t take it!” He ignored my pleas, his arms like iron bands around me as he continued to thrust up into my heat. His breathing grew harsh, his voice a dark growl in your ear. “Shhh… just take it, Valentine…” His hand wrapped around my throat, his fingers squeezing gently. I felt myself getting closer and closer to my high, I was ready to cum everywhere I couldn’t take it. 

He felt the walls of my insides tighten around him, his hand squeezing my throat a little tighter as he neared his release. He thrusted up into my heat one final time, burying himself deep as he spilled into my warmth, his hand releasing my throat as he did so. After he pulled out my tight asshole was filled with cum. 

He grinned mischievously as he spanked my ass a few times. “Stay like that for a moment…” He said, his voice filled with amusement. He spanked me again, his voice firm. “I said stay like that…” He leaned back on the couch, his eyes glinting with amusement as he watched me struggle to stay in position. He knew I was uncomfortable, but he enjoyed seeing me like this, as if this was punishment for rejecting him. He chuckled darkly as he reached out and tweaked one of my hardened nubs. 

August soon picked me up and laid me at his office table. “hey! wait! no more I can’t take it anymore!” I felt his tip on my entrance as my eyes teared up, it was too much, I’m so overstimulated. He ignored my pleas, his gaze never leaving mine as he slowly pushed his thick tip into my already overstuffed hole. “Shhh… just a little more, Valentine.” He said, his voice calm and collected as he began to push further, his length spreading me open even wider. I threw my head back at the pleasure as I desperately clung onto the wooden desk.

He grunted as he finally bottomed out, his hips flush against my ass. He stayed still for a moment, savoring the tight heat enveloping him. “That’s it… take it all in, like a good boy.” He purred, his hand coming up to grip my chin. I felt my cold and rough appearance slowly melt away with each trust “yes! - fuck me right there~! yes right there fuck me!” it was as if I was changing as a person to be more of a cock whore.

“Good boy... Now, let’s see how long you can hold out before you break.”

He started to caress my Cheek as I placed my hands in his arm he was using to caress me. He continued to gently stroke my cheek as he began to slowly and deliberately thrust into my stuffed hole. Each push was slow and deep, ensuring that every inch of his length rubbed against my sensitive walls. “So pretty... so perfect.” He murmured, his voice filled with admiration and possessiveness. 

I felt our lips crash against each other. He deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding against mine in a dance as old as time. His pace quickened, his hips snapping against mine as he continued to stretch and fill me. He broke the kiss, his breathing heavy as he growled against my ear. “Come for me, Valentine.”

“fuck! Yes sir! ahhhh~” soon I came as he once again filled me to the brim with his wet hot semen. He held himself deep inside me as he emptied his heavy balls, his thick seed filling my already full hole. He stayed still for a moment, savoring the feeling of his load buried inside me. “Good boy... so fucking good.” He praised, his voice rough with satisfaction. after he pulled out the semen was spilling out my wet hole.

I watched his cold expression as I was still panting a little and I finally got up, I looked back at August. “so, you promise after this any feelings you have will be gone and this relationship is over?” August looked at me with an expressionless face, his eyes cold and calculating. "Yes, Valentine. After this, any feelings I have for you will be erased. This relationship will be over, and you will be nothing more than a memory to me." He said, his voice devoid of emotion.

“Is that so?” I looked away. He began to button up his shirt, his movements precise and unhurried. "Yes, that's so." He confirmed, his voice cold. "But remember Valentine, you're the one who asked for this. You're the one who wanted to end things between us." 

I can deal with that, sex is just a means to an end anyways, I’d rather not deal with something so erotica. And yet, would everything actually end? 

“yes sir…”

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I knew Valentine better than anyone, sex isn’t something to be enjoyed for him, it’s a means to an end. He’d rather not deal with such erotica especially considering his past. And yet I couldn’t help but wonder would everything actually end? Here I was standing at the balcony smoking a cigarette late at night rethinking the events that occurred in my office. Everytime I enter, all I think about is pinning Valentine down and ramming myself deep into him. I still have work but I imagine his hindering me. I had to take a step away. God, I didn’t think I’d involve myself with such affairs with someone 15 years younger than me, let alone someone I practically took under my wing. 

I’m thinking back to when me and Valentine first met, 10 years ago, and if I could predict back then that the same young boy would drive me insane years later, If the boy could have me wrapped around my finger so easily. 

-10 years back-

I was in an area for business, once I was done I was aimlessly wandering around eyeing the signs for cheap women to be used and people publicly advertising themselves. Of course drugs would be majorly popular in such a crude town, when you have tons of men pounding you at any given moment you need something to help you disassociate. As I was walking I noticed someone leaning in the alleyway, away from everyone. They looked small and pitiful so I decided to go see what was up.

I’ve always been blunt. I dislike beating around the bushes, "...What're ya doin out here in the cold?" The kid looked up at me blankly, almost lifeless, I took a few steps towards you then crouched down so he was eye level. His face was now fully visible. "I asked a question." My  voice was deep and almost like a growl. It sent a shiver down the kid's spine. “Is that so?” The boy simply replied back. 

I raised a brow and narrowed my gaze at him, studying him.I slowly moved his hand and pushed the box aside, revealing his curled up form. My eyes scanned your small figure. "Where are your parents? A kid like you shouldn't be out here in the cold on their own."

“I’d rather not talk about it.” 

"That's not an answer." 

I reached out and pulled him out from his hiding spot. I looked at him up and down, taking in the kid's scrawny figure. "You look like you haven't eaten in days..." 

The child eyed me, almost suspiciously, “What’s with all of the words, why not be like everyone else and just take what you want.” My eyes were focused on him, studying his every feature. He was small, thin, and malnourished. It was sickening to look at. His clothes were practically rags on his body, it was a surprise they didn't rip as he moved. I sighed "How old are you...?" 

“…would it matter?”

"Don't act smart. I'm trying to have a civil conversation with you." I said, annoyance seeping into his tone. “Just answer the damn question.” “…I’m 11,”

My expression shifted as I heard his answer. I was expecting for them to be 16, maybe 14 at least. He didn't expect him to be that young. "Eleven? A kid like you should not be out here in the streets. Where are your parents?"

The child looked away “they abandoned me…,”

"Abandoned. Hmm." My  gaze darkened again. I was tempted to go pay whoever abandoned you a visit. Who would be cruel enough to abandon a young kid in the streets on their own...I took a deep breath and forced my anger to subside. I focused back on him, my eyes scanning their small malnourished body once more. "How long have you been out here by yourself?"

“…a while,” 

A while? A vague answer to say the least, but I didn't push further. I was getting a better idea of the situation before sighing and pinching the bridge of my nose. I really didn’t want to deal with this... But leaving him here wasn’t an option either. I looked back at him, his eyes studying my face once more. "Come with me." The kid was clearly hesitant, “where?” 

"Somewhere dry, warm and safe. I ain't letting a eleven year old kid spend another night in the streets." I stood up, and looked down at him as I held my hand out "Take my hand, kid. I ain’t going to kidnap ya." He slightly back away “Wait, you have to pay for my services first,” 

"Excuse me?" I  looked dumbfounded. Did he really just say that? I paused for a moment before sighing. "...You're eleven, why the hell should I pay..." “For sex I mean,” There was a moment of silence. I stared at him, disbelief in his eyes. "...You're joking." The boy tilted his head almost in confusion of my words. "You can't seriously be expecting me to pay you for-" I  couldn't even finish the sentence, there was disbelief and shock all over my face.  "Are you out of your goddamn mind..?"

“Well in this area it’s quite common I figured that’s what you wanted me for,” "Well I'm not into that... you're a child. I don't care for your services. I just don't want you to freeze your ass out here." I crossed my arms, annoyance clear on my face as I let out a groan of frustration. "And it doesn’t matter if 'it's common in this area'. I don't know what the hell is wrong with everyone here but you shouldn't go around offering stuff like that to people." I let out a sigh. I was still shocked by the kids' forwardness and his lack of care.

The kid didn’t say anything, he just looked at me lifeless, as if he was already done with life at his young age, and in his predicament I’d have a similar outlook. An unpleasant feeling washed over me. The look in his lifeless eyes made me uncomfortable. No eleven year old should have that look. It made me angry, what was the world coming to that made a child that young so apathetic? "You look at me when I’m talking to you, kid,” 

The child snared at me “you keep calling me kid, you don’t have to treat me like a child I have a name you can call me too,” I paused for a moment, realizing I didn’t actually know his name yet. "And what's your name then, kid?" 

“Valentine…Valentine LaMorte,” 

My expression softened slightly when you told him your name.  "Valentine… that’s a lovely name. Fits you.." I went to go caress his cheek. As I got closer Valentine flinched a little as I quickly took away my hand, I see he’s not used to being handled. 

“What do you mean the name fits me?” 

I hummed to myself, thinking of a way to phrase it. "The name Valentine, it’s often connected with the feeling of admiration or passion. It gives off a sense of kindness and sweetness, like how a Valentine’s Day gift for a loved one feels, giving and heartfelt. So in some way, yes, it does fit you." I brought my hand out in front of him, letting Valentine take my hand, letting him make the decision "Now come on, let’s get you somewhere dry and warm."

Valentine took my hand and he walked towards my mansion, away from the bustling streets of sex workers and druggy, I noticed how light he was for his age. He basically weighed close to nothing, like a feather. The feeling made me slightly uncomfortable. I didn’t release his hand and started leading him out of the alleyway.  Valentine soon spoke up, “So why are you in this area?” I hummed while walking alongside you, holding his hand in mine."I work around here. Got business here." My hold on his hand tightened slightly, I didn’t want him to wander off. 

“Hmm what’s your name?” I was silent for a moment, contemplating whether to give him my name or not. “August, August Cattaneo..." I eventually said. “How old are you?” Valentine was clearly a curious one, I chuckled a little “if you want to know so badly, I’m 15 years older than you, I’m 26,” Valentine didn’t seem bothered by the age difference however, “You know what kind of work do you do to be in this area?”

"Why do you want to know so badly?" I gave him a look before looking forward and taking a turn down the sidewalk.  "You’re asking a lot of questions for someone who didn’t want to hold a proper conversation before." Valentine didn’t show a single emotion this whole time, as if he was a blank slate, “I’m allowed to want to know,”I chuckled at his response. "You really are a sassy little thing, huh?" "Like I said, I have business around here. My work is.. complicated. You'll probably not understand it." 

Valentine glared at me, “I want to know,” "You’re persistent, aren’t you?"

I let out a short huffed laugh, finding my stubbornness amusing as I studied him for a moment, trying to imagine what kind of reaction he’d give when you learn what my job is. "I run a mafia… the Cairo mafia." Valentine looked surprised, like I said something never been heard before, “Mafia? They are real?” 

I didn’t hold back the laugh that escaped from my lips. “Oh. You really are very ignorant, aren’t you..?" “Yes, mafia’s are real. Why? Did you think it was a make-believe crime organization from movies and books?” Valentine thought for a bit, “I suppose I did,” 

I chuckled at his response, “yea but don’t go around telling people I’m the mafia, both of us would get into trouble,” 

I brought him to my big mansion, it was fancy with a big chandelier hanging on top and maids and butlers everywhere. The contrast between my large fancy mansion and the small cardboard box Valentine was previously living in was noticeable. I glanced down at him, studying his expression with an unreadable look in my eyes. I continued to lead him inside, holding his small hand in my calloused one firmly. Maids and butlers rushed around, some stopped to greet me politely as I walked past. 

Valentine looked up at me, “Do you live with your family?” “Nope. I live alone but my family comes over often.” I led you around to a grand staircase before I stopped and turned to face me, looking down at him with a serious expression on my face. “Listen. While you’re here and staying in my residence. I’m gonna have a few rules for you to follow, ok?”

“The first one is don’t snoop around my things. Second, don’t leave my mansion without my knowledge and supervision.” I  lifted my hand and pinched his chin, tilting his head up so that he was looking up at me. “And last one, don’t. Give. Your. Services. To anyone else while you’re here. Understand?”

Valentine nodded with a small “yes…” 

I held his chin for a few seconds longer, studying his face one more time before finally letting go.  “Good. As long as you follow those rules, you won’t be in any trouble.” I started walking again, taking him further into the mansion. “We’ll get you properly cleaned up and give you some fresh new clothes first.”

The maids then took Valentine away at my orders to clean him up and get dressed. I watched as the maids escorted him away to get me washed up and changed. Once they were gone, I lit up a cigarette. I leant against the wall and let out a heavy sigh, taking a drag and exhaling a cloud of smoke from my lips. For a moment I stared at the ground, trying to think and figure out why I was doing this. Why I brought him back to my home and why I was going so far for a child who was essentially a stranger to me. 

Valentine was in the bathtub with the maids cleaning him. The maids were gentle with him, washing away all the dirt and grime that clung to my body. They spoke softly between each other while washing my hair. “This child is so cute...” one whispered.

"He's adorable, but look how thin he is... he's practically skin and bone." The second one responded. They spoke quietly, making sure Valentine didn't hear what they were saying. They continued to clean you before helping you out of the tub and wrapped a towel around you. 

"The boss never brought a child home before..." the first maid said as they started drying me with the towel. 

He soon got dried and changed into some shorts and a black shirt. "There we go, all clean and dressed now."  One of the maids patted his head, a kind smile across her lips. 

"Why don't you go meet the boss now, ok?" They led Valentine down another hallway of the mansion towards another room. They stopped just before reaching the door and turned to face me. "The boss is in there." 

One of them said and gave me a reassuring pat on the shoulder.

Valentine shook and entered the room seeing me leaning against the wall with a lit cigarette between my lips and a half empty glass of whiskey in my hand. He looked up as he entered the room. Something within me tightened slightly when I saw Valentine. I pushed myself off the wall and studied him carefully, taking in his appearance.  "How do you feel?" I asked as I made my way over to Valentine before I knelt down in front of him, now closer to my height. My eyes focused on his face, taking in every feature. 

“A little better,” the kid blankly stated. "That's good." noticed how he looked almost like a whole new person compared to how he was before. "You look good, kid.." Valentine looked straight into my eyes, “Hey, why’d you take me in?” Valentine asked curiously, I paused and withdrew my hand, tilting my head to look at him with a stoic expression. "Do you want the honest answer or a bullshit answer?" 

“Honest, but I’ll accept a bullshit one

 "Honest huh..." I hummed to himself and sighed. I didn't expect to have to answer a question like that so suddenly. I thought for a few silent seconds before deciding to just get it over with.  "I don't know.." I said bluntly, giving me a blunt but honest answer. 

“So then, since I’m here, what will I be doing?”

I stood up and crossed my arms. "For starters, I'll probably have you enrolled in a school or I'll get a private teacher so you can learn basic knowledge and stuff. Other than that you'll be here. At the mansion. I doubt you'd wanna go out a lot either." Valentine looked at me a little dumbfounded. “That’s all?” 

I tilted my head and looked at him curiously. "What, did you expect me to have you working?" I looked down at the child, “I supposed, I would want to do a little more, I mean aren’t you apart of the ‘mafia’,” 

I let out an amused scoff and shook my head lightly. "Oh you've got some sass on you, don't you? I don't let kids like you do my work. Plus if my associates saw you, I would have hell to deal with for involving a kid.." I placed a hand on his head and ruffled my hair.  "Just focus on school and getting your life back together, alright? You're a kid, you don't need to be worrying about being involved in my business and work."

— now in present day —

Looking back, now I’m starting to realize how fucked up all of this is, I’m banging the same kid I picked up. Fuck, this is too messy, I need to forget about Valentine…maybe I need to settle down? 

Chapter Text

The average Sunday morning. while waiting for August to wake up i was sitting on the couch a button up with a fitted knit sweater on top and some black dress pants and my hair down as I looked at the mail. soon August woke up and was seated right beside me, his head lowered and his eyes narrowed. I looked up to him, a smirk on his face. “You look good like that”, He commented, as he noticed how the clothes fitted my figure. "Anything interesting?" August asked me as i opened each individual letter. "Nothing note worthy." i said rather simply and flatly. " Oh but sir, I got this letter from the rival gang, the De La Cruz gang specifically," August's expression suddenly became serious. He leaned forward, his gaze now focused on the letter, "Oh?" He said, reaching out his hand to grab the letter. He then began to read its content. 

"It’s a little bit…shocking to say the least," I warned August. August raised his eyebrow again, now even more curious "Really? Let's see then." He kept reading the letter, his expression becoming more serious as he progressed through it. After a few moments, he finished reading it and set it down. "Well, your description was certainly accurate. That is.. shocking, to say the least", to both our surprise it was a wedding proposition, for August to Marry Rosalia the only daughter and heir of the de La Cruz gang as a sort of merger and peace treaty. August's eyes widened at the shocking proposition. while I tried to keep a straight face but it was difficult to do so. He sat there for a moment, speechless as he tried to process it all. He then looked at mee, disbelief written all over his face. "Did I.. read that correctly? They're proposing a...wedding.. as a means of a peace treaty?". I looked over at August, "They probably realized all this fighting was going no where especially considering they were losing majority of the time," i replied back. 

August scoffed, his expression now a mix of disbelief and slight amusement. He picked up the letter once again "And so their solution was to propose a marriage? To me of all people? Hilarious", August chuckled, leaning back against the couch. I was confused by his reply "how so?", "Oh, come on Valentine. You know my reputation as well as anyone. I'm not exactly renowned for being a romantic or even a decent person for that matter and he thought of marrying a member of a rival gang, it's just ridiculous, that's all." August said, shaking his head in disbelief. "this whole marriage thing wouldn't necessarily be a bad thing," I sat up right. August raised an eyebrow, his gaze fixed on me. "What are you implying here? You think I should just agree to the marriage and go through with a loveless, fake marriage?" He asked, his tone still laced with disbelief. "Your already 36 it’s time to settle down, and Rosalia is a stunning individual I’m sure you’d come to love her one day ,"August let out a scoff, his expression going from disbelief to slight annoyance.  "Settling down, really? You think I'm at the age where I need to start settling for a fake marriage out of convenience?" He said, crossing his arms over his chest. "And just because she's stunning doesn't mean I'll love her. Just because someone is attractive doesn't mean you'll fall in love with them. Plus, the idea of marrying a rival gang member for the sake of some peaceful bullshit is just too ironic and stupid, even considering this is my life. I mean, I’m supposed to have some sort of rivalry and hatred against her, but now here I am getting married to her? Stupid, if you ask me” , He sighed, rubbing his forehead in frustration. "If you say so, but I say you consider the offer", I picked up my tea and started to drink. 

August gave you a flat look, his irritation still apparent, "Oh, because your opinion is supposed to change my mind? I doubt that, Valentine" He said sarcastically, leaning back against the couch and crossing his arms over his chest "Seriously though, you actually agree with this whole marry the enemy as a peace treaty thing?" i rebuttaled him. "Not just that, It’s time for you to settle down and make an heir for the mafia, it only makes sense you do that with such a good offer," August's expression shifted from curiosity to slight irritation once again. The thought of having an heir weighed heavily on his shoulders. "An heir, huh? You realize you're asking me to suddenly become a father, right? I've never even thought about having kids, let alone getting married", He said, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “And what’s even more ridiculous is you’re suggesting I do all this with a rival gang member, simply because of an offer. As if I haven’t been a capable leader without an heir for years, now you want me to suddenly give in and start a family” August said, his tone sharp with annoyance. He knew that I was trying to convince him, but he was stubborn and refused to budge. I put my tea down, "At least go to the meeting they are holding to think about it," August sighed, his expression now one of resignation. "Fine, I'll go to the meeting and consider the damn offer. But don't expect me to come to a decision right then and there", He said gruffly, standing up from the couch. 

"You're coming with me", August said bluntly, his gaze fixed on you. i followed suite and i stood up too, "of course i am, I'm your Valentine after all", truthfully, i was trying to think logically however i was also setting August up for this as a beautiful women would distract August from me. i can continue my work as his 'dog' without any further issues, but i also cannot help but think if this was really a good idea. i don't understand my internal hesitancy, not one bit. 

It was the day of the meeting and we were standing outside the hotel where the meeting was being held. August stood nearby, not too far from me, his arms folded and his expression stoic as he scanned the exterior of the luxurious hotel. He was standing somewhat close to me, not wanting me to be too far out of his sight. He was wearing a crisp black suit, with a white button-down underneath, and a red tie. He looked like the picture of sophistication and power, his dark green eyes gleaming with authority. I was wearing a similar suit but with a black tie, my hair was tied in a ponytail with a red ribbon on it. August's gaze shifted towards me, as he took in my appearance. He couldn't help but notice the hair ribbon, his eyes briefly lingering on it for a moment. He thought it looked rather cute in a way but he quickly shoved that thought aside, and instead gave a slight nod of approval to my appearance. "You look nice" He said in his usual slightly gruff tone, before going back to scanning our surroundings with his eyes "You too," I got close to him and I adjusted his tie for it to look better. A small smirk tugged at the corner of August's lips as I reached over and adjusted his tie. He couldn't help but find the small gesture endearing. As he felt his hands brush against his chest, he glanced down at him. The feeling of his touch sent a small spark of electricity through August's body. He quickly suppressed it keeping his cool demeanor intact, although his heart began to beat faster in his chest. "Hm... thanks" He said shortly, his eyes watching his every move. 

"let's get this meeting over with" August said in a slightly gruff tone. He still didn't like the idea of marrying off for the sake of a deal, let alone someone he didn't even know but he still knew he had to go through with it. 

we entered the conference room, inside was the don of the Delacruz gang with gang members sitting around the table and the don and his daughter Rosalia at the very end. *August's eyes scanned the surroundings as he walked into the room. His gaze quickly took in the sight of the don and his daughter, Rosalia. A mixture of emotions began to stir inside me and Augusts , ranging from annoyance to resignation. However, August tried to keep his expression under control as he walked over to the conference table, with me following close behind**I sat beside him**August sat down at the conference table, his back straight and his expression neutral. As Valentine took the seat next to him, August's eyes glanced towards me, a slight feeling of comfort washing over him, having me nearby. His gaze then shifted back to the don and his daughter, who were looking at him with a mix of interest and cold calculation in their eyes. I looked over at Rosalia who was giving August certain looks. August was acutely aware of how Rosalia was looking at him. Her gaze was intense, almost sultry, as she looked at him with a smile on her face. August felt his body tense up slightly as he noticed how her eyes roamed over his body in a less than subtle way. He tried to pretend not to notice though, trying to maintain his poker face. 

August felt his heart thump in his chest as Rosalia shamelessly eyed him like a piece of meat. It took all his willpower to keep his expression neutral, as if her gaze did nothing to him, but deep down, he could feel an unwelcome attraction tugging at him. Which. annoyed him greatly, it went against his principles, and his inner pride wouldn't allow him to admit it. August was affected by this, and so was I, for the opposite reason. i was annoyed, more so at Augusts reaction, at the fact he was attracted to her, the only thing suppressing this was the fact August is more turned on by me even doing less. why am i even feeling like this? it would bother me that August was attracted to me but now its one of those things that calm me down. 

soon the don started talking, August tore his gaze away from Rosalia and shifted his focus back to the don, listening intently to what he was saying. Although he tried to concentrate on the conversation, he could still feel Rosalia's lingering gaze on him, and it was somewhat distracting. The meeting began, with the don starting to speak first. August's eyes focused on him, all attention on what the man was saying, pushing aside the distractions that Rosalia was throwing his way. He leaned forward slightly, hands folded on the conference table as he listened, his expression neutral and unrevealing. I zoned out for the conversation at this point, I was more concerned about what was happening between August and Rosalia. August was trying to focus on the conversation, he really was. But he couldn't help becoming distracted as he felt Rosalia's gaze burning into him. She had made her interest in him painfully clear, and he could feel his pulse begin to quicken as she continued to eye him with those intense, sultry eyes. He found it irritating, annoying, and... somewhat intriguing. It made him feel uncomfortable, irritated, and annoyed... and strangely, slightly aroused. He shifted slightly in his seat as he tried to push away that last thought. i glared at Rosalia, August's keen senses had picked up on the sudden change in my demeanor. He could see the way my expression had shifted, becoming harsh and almost... protective? He then glanced over to where I was glaring, and noticed how my glare was directed towards Rosalia. This only served to further aggravate August, who bristled slightly as he glanced back over at the young woman, his own eyes narrowing as he felt a spark of possessiveness and irritation flare up in me. 

August was weirdly attracted to my possessiveness while he resisted the urge to roll his eyes as Rosalia shamelessly eye-fucked him, instead focusing his attention back on the don and what he was saying. "if I agree to the marriage, what are the terms? What do you expect from me besides marrying your daughter?" August spoke up, almost defying the don. The don leaned back in his seat, a smug expression on his face. "The terms are simple. You marry Rosalia and form an alliance between our two gangs, which means joint operations and whatnot. In return, we will support your operations and cease all fighting." He said, his gaze flicking to Rosalia who was still staring at August, The don flicked his cigar ashes onto the as try. "And if I refuse this 'offer'?" August asked, his gaze returning to the don. The Don didn't like how this was going. The don's expression darkened at August's question, "If you refuse, well... let's just say things won't end well for you or your gang", He said, his tone threatening. He knew he had the upper hand in this situation, and he was willing to use it to get what he wanted. August's expression remained impassive, despite the threat. "Is that a threat, or a warning?", He asked, his gaze fixed on the don. He wasn't afraid of the threat, but he was wary of what the don might do if he refused the offer. The don shrugged, "whatever you see it as," 

soon the meeting ended and me and August were exiting the Conference room. August felt a wave of relief wash over him as the meeting was finally over. His poker face had become quite tiresome to maintain over the course of the talks. As the two of them exited the conference room, August let out a quiet sigh, running a hand through his hair as he glanced at me. "Well... that was a pain in the ass." He said, his voice in its usual gruff tone. "How so?" i asked him. August grimaced slightly at the question, rolling his eyes slightly.  "What do you mean, how so? That whole meeting was a test of patience. The endless small talk, the constant fake smiles... you name it. Not to mention how the damn daughter of the don was eye-fucking me the entire meeting, that was irritating as all hell." He hissed, his annoyance at the situation clear as day in his tone of voice. i soon felt a strong chill down my spine, an unrueing feeling "Sir, you go to the car first," August arched an eyebrow at the request, but didn’t question it. He simply nodded, acknowledging Valentine's instruction. He still wasn't sure why he was asking him to go to the car first, but he knew enough to simply follow what he had asked. He spoke in a soft, low tone "Alright... I'll go to the car first then. But you had better not take long" He said, before turning and exiting the hotel, making his way towards the car waiting outside. 

once August was gone I turned around and I approached Rosalia who was out in the shadow "stalking perhaps?" Rosalia's expression shifted from confident to slightly surprised as she faced me.  "Stalking seems a bit harsh, don't you think?" She said, her tone almost teasing. "i feel like its a fair analysis," Rosalia chuckled softly, her gaze fixed on me. "I was just curious, that's all. Wanted to get a closer look at the infamous August Cairo",  She said, her expression turning slightly smug. "You seem to have taken a great interest in August," i called her out. Rosalia shrugged, her gaze still fixed on me, "What can I say? He's quite the intriguing figure. Powerful, ruthless, handsome.." She said, a sly smirk on her face. I couldn't help but notice the hint of admiration in her gaze as she spoke about August, her eyes lingering a bit too long on his car and I couldn't help but glare at her. 

Rosalia noticed my glare, but her expression remained playful. "Oh? Is that a look of jealousy I see?" She teased, her eyes still fixed on the car where August was waiting. "Why would I be jealous?" i burrowed my eyebrows.  Rosalia chuckled softly, her gaze never leaving me. "Oh, I don't know, maybe because I've got my eye on a certain someone in that car?" She said, a sly smirk playing across her face. "And you seem rather protective of him, yes?" well she's not wrong i am protective of him but that isn't really an issue to me, its natural to be protective of the man your supposed to protect. "I was the one that encouraged the marriage, why would I be jealous?" Rosalia rolled her eyes, her expression turning slightly mischievous, "Right, right. You encouraged it. But that doesn't mean you don't have some sort of feelings for him, does it?" She said, her gaze flickering back to the car. "All I’m saying is I don’t appreciate your snooping and to keep a distance from Cairo until a marriage is confirmed," Rosalia chuckled softly at my warning, her expression still playful "Snooping? I was just being curious, doll. And as for keeping a distance from him, well... I can't promise I'll be able to stay away for long. After all, he is quite the catch." Before i could say something back August called out for me and i cant defy my boss so i decided to make the last thing i say to her short and concise.

"Looks like the boss man wants you back,"  She said, crossing her arms over her chest. I got closer and whispered in her ear menacingly sending shivers down her spine "my name is Valentine LaMorte, remember that name cause if you fuck up it’ll be the cause of the end of the de La Cruz family," I then walked off. Rosalia's expression shifted from annoyed to shocked as you whispered in her ear. She was used to intimidation and threats, but there was something about the way you delivered your message that sent a shiver down her spine. She watched you walk away, her eyes wide and a hint of fear sparking in them. 

i soon entered the limo and sat next to August as i normally do. August glanced at you as you sat beside him, his expression showing slight concern. He could sense that something had happened between me and Rosalia, but he didn't press the matter. He waited in silence for a moment before speaking up "Everything alright?" I looked out the window, "I suppose," August studied me for a moment, his gaze lingering on my expression. He could tell something was bothering me, but he knew I wouldn't open up easily. He let out a soft sigh, his expression sympathetic. "If something happened between you and Rosalia, you can tell me." i had this sudden urge to ask him a dumb frivolous question, something to put my mind at ease, "Do you..." i tried to mutter out something to not much success. August looked at me, his gaze meeting mine. "Do I what?" He asked, his tone firm yet gentle. "Do you think she’s prettier than me? Rosalia i mean," i blurted out rather bluntly. 

August raised an eyebrow, his expression taking on a slightly surprised look. "Is that what you're worried about? Whether I find her prettier than you?" i was rather embarrassed at this moment, "Just answer truthfully," He studied me for a moment before letting out a sigh, his expression softening.  "Honestly? No, I don't think she's prettier than you." i wasn't fully condemned by this answer, "You kept eyeing her the whole time," August let out a soft huff of annoyance, his expression turning slightly defensive. "I was not 'eyeing her up'." He said, air quoting the last three words. "I was simply studying her, gauging her character and intentions." the answer eased me a little bit but i had more curiosities in mind, "do you like her?" his expression turning slightly amused at that moment, "Like her? Don't be ridiculous. I was just being cautious around her, that's all." August leaned a bit closer to you, his expression turning serious.  "Why are you doubting me? You should know that I have no romantic interest in Rosalia or anyone else." he reached out and gently cupped my chin, tilting my head up to meet his gaze. "You're the only one I care about, got it?"

i was mildly taken aback by his action "sir? what are you doing?" August let out a soft chuckle, his expression turning a little playful.  "What does it look like I'm doing? I'm trying to comfort you, you dolt." August was a good man, his line of work is cruel but he always made sure to be a good person to those that were important, I was important, he would be a loving man, he deserves the love back, i cant do that, even if i dont want him to replace my number 1 status with someone else a man like him should be with someone that would treat him well, that would love him hard. give him love i never could. 

"You should fall in love with someone that will love you as much you love them."

August's expression softened, his hand still holding my chin. "And who says I haven't already found that person?" He asked with a slight hint of amusement. i was taken a back, August was in love? "who is the person?" August let out a soft sigh, his expression turning earnest. "You, you idiot. Who else would I be talking about?" I looked at him blankly but there was disdain in my eyes. i couldn't help but feel disgusted, a sharp pang was shot in my stomach, my heart sank. "We’ve talked about this a lot of times, you can’t love me," August let out an exasperated sigh, his expression turning slightly weary.  "And why not? Because I'm your boss? Because I'm too old for you? Tell me, what exactly is stopping me from loving you?"

"I am not able to love you back, even if I did love you back your my boss, logically it’s all morally and wrong," August let out a soft huff, his expression turning slightly frustrated. "Logically? Morally? Who cares about logic or morals? This isn't some business deal, it's my feelings we're talking about."  He said, his grip on your chin slightly tightening. i pushed his hand away, "I can’t feel even if i wanted to," i stated it as if it was a fact. August's expression softened slightly, "And you're so sure about that? You're absolutely certain that you can never feel any sort of emotion?" I shook my head, "If I could fall in love I would have fallen in love with you by now," August let out a tired sigh, his expression turning a little forlorn yet still hopeful.  "You're so stubborn, I swear. It's one of the things I adore about you. And for the record, do you know how long I've been waiting for you to even show me a hint of affection? It's been damn near forever." i snarled, why couldn't he understand? "sir, you don't get it-" i was soon cut off, "Forget sir." *He said, his voice dropping to a low whisper* "Right now, I'm not your boss. I'm just a man desperate for your attention."

soon the car came to a screeching holt. we had finally reached the manor and i pushed August away as i got out the car, "sir just make the right decision, forget about feelings and be logical," after i said that i walked off. i knew i was torturing August, the man that got everything he wanted couldn't have the one thing he wanted the most, honestly i don't understand why he wants it in the first place and i don't understand how bad I'm hurting him. 

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As the night rolled around, I was walking around the living room pacing around, worried and cautious. The clock kept ticking as it was half past 3 in the morning and my sir, August, was nowhere to be found. There weren’t any signs of a break in, and it seemed as though as he left the house on his own so where would he have possibly gone? I can’t do much expect to keep calm and be ready to jump into action. With my white silk pyjamas and my hair down and swaying with each step the door opened. I looked up as I was relieved to see it was August, seemingly well without any scratches and in a suit.

“Sir where were you? You always inform me wherever you go,” I looked at him with a mild worry while August looked indifferent? With a cold and deranged stare that was a little frightening. August walked up to me and hugged me tightly, “eh? Sir? What are you-” I got cut off as he pushed me onto the couch. He didn’t do anything more than just hold me close and rest his head on my chest, “Valentine…just stay like this for a while,”

I was worried for him, but I just let him do what he wanted as I ran my hand through his hair. We stayed silent for a while before he eventually spoke up, “I accepted it, the proposal I mean,” I was surprised, I mean he was the same man that went on and on about how he would never marry anyone that he didn’t love and that he wasn’t that kind of guy but here he was, on his way to marry a rival gang member, “eh, but sir-” “Valentine just…just stay like this,” I obliged as I simply stayed still and caressed him in a weird act of giving him comfort.

August let out a deep sigh, his body relaxing as he held you tightly. He felt the tension and exhaustion slowly drain out of him, replaced by a sense of comfort and peace he only ever felt with you. Soon we both fell asleep in this position.

Of course, with me and August being the avoidant type we never directly addressed this, and I simply accepted the fact that August was going to marry Rosalia…but…a little part of me didn’t want to accept it either though I felt as though it wasn’t my place to say anything.

After a week I noticed a knock on our door, as I peaked at it I August got up to answer it. I was in my suit with my hair tied up in a ponytail with my signature red ribbon that I am known for as I watched who entered the door. It was Rosalia and a group of men. I was confused why she was here as August spoke up first, “your finally here, you’re a little late,” I was surprised, “you knew she was coming?” August turned to me, “of course I was the one that invited her over,”

Rosalia had a sly smile, “we need to start wedding planning Valentine,” I was surprised, “wedding planning? Isn’t it a little early for that?” both looked at me as if I was an asylum patient going through an episode, “hardly, we are intending to get married as soon as possible,” August said coldly before turning his attention back to Rosalia, “ah right, I will make you guys some tea,”

They sat down as I handed them the brewed tea, “its chrysanthemum, I will be at the balcony if my service is required, I bowed as I excused myself to the balcony. Frankly I just wanted to be away from them. The mere sight of Rosalia being all chummy with August made me sick. I lit up a cigarette as I smoked my dislike away.

Rosalia leaned against the balcony railing, watching me smoke silently for a moment before speaking up, she said, her voice dripping with derision “Smoking isn’t good for you,” I turned around ready to attack if she did anything. Rosalia smirked as she caught my defensive stance “Relax. I’m not going to attack you. I just came here to chat, that’s all,” “What did you want? The boss is out there you know,” I let go of my guard down a little bit as I spoke.

Rosalia rolled her eyes at my comment "I’m well aware of where the boss is. I just wanted to have a little chat with you, that’s all." She leaned down, her voice dropping to a whisper "Besides, I’m sure he won't mind if I have a moment of your time" I looked warry for a minute before speaking out, “So then, what did you want to talk about?” Rosalia smirked, her eyes flickering over me. "Oh, nothing in particular. I just wanted to get to know you a little better. After all, I am going to be marrying into my family soon after all." I looked at her as I pondered my exact relationship with the family, “Oh I’m not a part of the Cairo family, I’m merely a member of the mafia,”

Rosalia raised an eyebrow.  "Oh really? I didn't know August was letting anyone in the house if they weren't part of the family.” “Well, I’m more like, a foster kid? Unsure, I’ve been living with August since I was 11,” Rosalia looked at you in surprise, her eyes narrowing as she processed the information, "A foster kid? August has been keeping that to himself, hasn't he?" I didn’t like how much she was pestering me about with my life. “You don’t need to know so much about my life,” I took a puff of my cigarette.

Rosalia rolled her eyes, "Oh come on, you can't expect me to not be interested in the people around the boss. Especially when it comes to someone who's living with him" Rosalia watched as I puffed on my cigarette, her eyes scanning me up and down as an idea crossed her mind, she spoke up again, a sly look in her eyes "why don’t you be August’s best man?” I looked at her almost bamboozled. “Pardon?”

Rosalia smiled, her grin widening, "You heard me. Since you’re living with August, I thought it would be a good idea if you were the best man at the wedding. Plus, it would look good on you to be close to August during the ceremony and at the reception." Rosalia took my hand and dragged me to shit “hey wait!” Rosalia continued to drag me back into the house, a smug smile still on her face. "Come on, it won't take long. The boss won't mind"

I was now standing in front of August with a hyper Rosalia. August looked up at the sudden intrusion, his expression turning from stoic to mildly annoyed when he saw Rosalia standing there holding my arm.  "What's going on here?" Rosalia smiled innocently at him, keeping her firm grip on my arm "I just have a little proposal to make to you" August raised an eyebrow, his tone cautious "And what exactly would that be?" Rosalia let go of my arm, standing upright next to me as she spoke "I was wondering if Valentine here be the best man at the wedding be instead of someone from the family,” August's expression darkened slightly, his eyes flickering over to you "And why would you suggest that?" Rosalia looked between the two of you, her smile still in place "Because it would look good if the boss's best man was someone close to him, wouldn't you think? And Valentine here is living with the boss, so they're already quite close.”

“Sir, it’s not a must you know, your younger brother can always be the best man,” I finally spoke up almost quietly and embarrassed. August was silent for a moment, mulling over Rosalia's words. He knew that his younger brother, Dante, would be the more proper choice to be the best man. But there was something about having me as the best man that felt intriguing to him. He looked at me, his gaze piercing as he spoke.  "And what is your opinion on this, Valentine?" my gaze shifted to him, “Ah well…I wouldnt necessarily mind,”

August studied my face for a moment, his eyes searching for any hint of hesitation or reluctance. "You'd be okay with doing it?" “Ah yes,” August nodded, his expression unreadable. Rosalia seemed pleased to have gotten her way and looked at me again. "Excellent. It's settled then. You'll be the best man,”

“Eh, really?” I was dumbfounded. Rosalia smiled, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction. "Mhm, yes. You'll be right up next to August during the ceremony and at the reception. You'll be wearing a tuxedo and you'll be standing by his side the whole time,” August simply nodded.

Eventually everyone left and it was just me and August in the house. August set down the paperwork he was holding and turned to face me fully. He took a moment to just look at me, studying my expression closely for any hint of what I was thinking. Then he spoke, his voice soft yet firm. "There's something I need to ask you. And I want you to give me an honest answer." I shot up to look art him, “yes sir?”

August was quiet for a moment, his mind racing as he tried to find the right way to ask this. Then he finally spoke, his tone firm and serious. "Have…you been feeling okay lately? Have you been…happy here with me?" I narrowed my eyes at that, “What a strange question,” August raised an eyebrow at my response, his expression sharpening slightly. He took a step closer to me, his gaze intense as he looked down at you. "It's a simple question. I want an honest answer,” “I’ve felt about you and this place the same as everything else, I’m grateful.” August studied me silently for a moment, his gaze unwavering as he looked for any hint of deception in my expression. Finally, he spoke, his tone still serious but there was a hint of what seemed like vulnerability in his voice.

"Just…grateful? That's it?"

 “What else am I expected to feel?”

August's eyes hardened slightly at my response. He couldn't tell if I was just being honest or if I were hiding something. He stepped closer, standing directly in front of me now. He loomed over me, his presence almost intimidating as he spoke again. "How about…affection? Loyalty? A hint of…attachment, even?" I finally looked up to me August’s gaze however, I couldn’t say anything, August's gaze darkened as I looked up at him, his eyes roaming over my face as he studied me intently. There was a flicker of something in my expression, almost like curiosity, but also something more. Something almost like vulnerability. "You really feel nothing else for me but just plain old gratitude?"

At that moment there was only one thing I could mutter out, one singular word, “sorry,”

August was silent for a moment, looking down at you with a serious expression. His gaze seemed almost intense as he spoke, and he was struggling to keep his voice from faltering. "If you…if you could feel affection for me, even hypothetically, how would you feel…about me?" I shook my head as I bluntly said my thoughts, “I’d probably have fallen in love,” August couldn't deny the brief flash of hope he felt upon hearing my words. But it was quickly replaced by a new concern, his expression growing worried. "What do you mean you'd 'probably' have? You're not even sure you would've fallen in love with me?”

“How could, I be sure? It’s not that easy,” August's expression turned grim as I spoke. He knew I were just being honest, but he didn't like hearing it. He had hoped that maybe there could've been hope that I would have felt even the smallest hint of affection for him if I could feel love. But now I was faced with the harsh reality of that not being the case. He took a shaky breath before speaking, his voice almost pained "I…see."

“Sorry,” that’s all I could say, I mean, I don’t even know anymore, I knew I was hurting him and I wouldn’t want to hurt him, all I could do was apologies, August was quiet for a moment, his face stoic but his expression almost pained. He knew I had no control over what I was feeling or rather, were not feeling, but that didn't make it hurt any less to hear. He took another deep, steadying breath as he tried to collect himself before speaking again, his voice rough and raw, "It's…it's not your fault."

August reached out to caress my cheek, it was surprisingly gentle as he caressed my cheek, his fingertips tracing my skin almost tenderly. He was almost uncharacteristically tender with me, the usual cold demeanor he had being replaced with something more genuine. He held the touch for a long moment, almost savoring the feel of my skin under his touch before speaking again, his voice soft and low "Can I try something?" I simply nodded.

 August's hand was still cupped under my chin, his touch soft yet firm. He gently but slightly tilted my head, angling it up for better eye contact with him. His expression was uncharacteristically gentle, his usual cool demeanor all but gone in that moment. He spoke again, his voice even lower than before "Just…close your eyes.

August's heart was pounding in his chest as he watched my eyes flutter closed. His fingers were still tracing your skin, almost as if he was committing the feel of it to memory. His own eyes roamed over my face, a mix of nervousness and something else in his expression. Then he leaned in and pressed his lips against my cheek, his kiss soft and gentle, almost hesitant. But it wasn't done out of mere politeness, there was a hint of vulnerability in his touch, a vulnerability he was rarely seen allowing himself to show.

August lingered for a moment, his gaze fixed on me, almost like he was hesitant to stop. But then he silently stood up straight and walked off, leaving me alone in the room. But as he walked away, his mind was filled with a mixture of emotions. Vulnerability, frustration, and almost a sort of yearning. He needed to be alone. He needed to gather his thoughts, to sort out the feelings that he was suddenly grappling with after just having given me a kiss on the cheek. I was left in the room and flustered? I was getting shy…was I? Blushing?

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Why did I do what I just did? Kissing him on the cheek like that? Asking him if he felt anything for, if he would love me…I feel like an idiot. I stood alone in the hallway, the memory of the kiss on his cheek playing on my mind. I had just been standing there with him, my hand cradling his chin, as he gently kissed his cheek. It shouldn't have meant anything…but for some reason it did. I felt a surge of emotions in my chest, and I knew that something had shifted inside me. Something about the kiss had broken something inside me…that part of me that had always kept a tight hold on my emotions. Maybe I did that cause I didn’t want a reason to marry her, maybe I wanted him to give me an out.

As the weeks passed all that mainly happened was wedding planning, we never talked about what happened that day with the kiss. I found himself distracted more and more as the days ticked down to the wedding. Planning the reception, making sure every detail was perfect…but in the meantime, my mind constantly came back to that kiss. Every time I saw Valentine, the memory of it was at the front of his mind, and he found it harder and harder to keep his cool demeanour around him. The kiss was like a weight in the back of my mind, always there but never brought up.

Before we knew it the engagement day came. The sun shone brightly on that day. I stood at the altar, dressed in a fine suit, my face in its usual stoic expression. Even the light seemed to hit me just right, making him look almost ethereal.

Rosalia stood beside me, also dressed in a red fitted Prada dress. She looked around with a smile, taking in the beautiful backdrop. But deep down, her smile was tinged with a sense of satisfaction. This was what she had wanted all along, to get married and to live in comfort.

My boy Valentine on the other hand also in a fine suit with the red ribbon that I’ve come to know him for on his hair keeping it up. Valentines exposed neck, the fitted suit, his cute stoicism. He was simply walking around before taking a glass of champagne before going to talk to my family. Even the way he held the champagne was so elegant and beautiful.

The venue was crowded and packed, my fiancé was standing next to me, I was receiving gifts and luxuries but the only thing my eye was on was my Valentine. Eventually he turned back to face me as he approached me. I was watching him from the distance, my eyes never leaving his figure. I could sense your irritation even from a distance. It was subtle, but I was able to spot it. I knew you too well. Valentines’ expression remained stoic, as if he was hiding something. As he approached, I looked up, meeting his eyes for a moment before speaking. My voice was neutral, but there was a hint of something else beneath it.

"You look lovely," he said simply. “Do I look good Sir?” I studied him for a moment, my eyes roaming over his figure, taking in his outfit. It was casual, but not too casual.  "You look good," I repeated, my voice a bit softer this time, a hint of something unidentifiable in my tone. I paused, my gaze lingering on his face. There was something almost possessive about the way I looked at him, but I quickly composed myself. I cleared my throat and spoke again, my voice back to my usual cool formality.

"You should be enjoying yourself." I uttered in a blank distasteful tone. Valentine on the other hand simply drank his champagne, “who said I’m not?”

I watched as the younger male sipped on the champagne, my eyes following the movement closely. There was a flicker of something in my gaze, but it was gone quick enough that he might not have even noticed it.  "I could guess from your body language," he said simply. "You seem a bit tense."

“I’m not tense,” the shorter man reiterated. I raised an eyebrow at his response, my eyes still fixed on him. I was perceptive enough to know he was lying, but I didn't call him out on it just yet. I let out a small huff, my arms still crossed. "Sure, you're not tense. You're a model of relaxation right now. So relaxed, you're practically falling asleep on your feet."

Valentine looked annoyed “sir, do you want my blessings or not?” I let out a scoff, my expression growing slightly more serious at his question. "No need for the attitude," he said, his voice dry. "I always knew you were difficult, but damn, you're trying my patience today." Valentine suddenly got apologetic showing that he still respected me dearly and would project our relationship of boss and subordinate, “Sorry sir, it won’t happen again.”

I was surprised by the sudden change in tone. "No, no, it's fine," I said, my voice softening slightly. "Just…no more attitude, okay? I'm not in the mood for it today."

“Why not? You want a good day for your engagement,” I shifted a bit uncomfortably, my expression conflicted. There was a hint of annoyance in my eyes, but there was something beneath that too, something that I was trying hard to hide. I clenched my jaw slightly before replying. "It's just…some things are going on in my head right now," I said vaguely, avoiding my gaze.

Valentine’s gaze goes back to Rosalia, Rosalia was out interacting with the other guests and her family not paying attention to August at all, “She’s much older than me, 30, isn’t she? taller, fuller body, she wears bright colours making her stand out in a room, she’s not like me at all,” My eyes flicked over to Rosalia for a moment, my gaze lingering on her as I took in all the ways she was different from valentine. I let out a scoff, my expression becoming slightly dark. "Yeah, she's a bit older," I said, my voice cool. "And she definitely stands out in a room…I'll give you that much. but…”

"But in a room, no matter what, you’re the one that has everyone’s attention, the one no one can take their eyes off,” I fiddled with the red ribbon in his hair. I looked at him, my eyes locking with the smaller boy for a moment before I turned away again. Valentine could only cock up a little “ah…” I shifted uncomfortably again, realizing that I had said too much. I couldn't quite meet my gaze, my eyes instead fixing on something across the room, the something being Rosalia.  "Anyway…" I said awkwardly. "Forget I said anything."

I finally let go of valentine as I approached Rosalia, I took out the engagement ring in a box in my hands and walked up to the bride to be. I got on one knee as I opened the velvet box, here was a large marquise diamond, it was heavy as the light hit it radiating across the room. Rosalia gave a satisfied expression as I popped the question, “Rosalia, will you Marry me?” obviously she said yes as I stood up and slipped the ring on her finger.

Everyone was congratulating us and there was large celebration. Many gawking at the big ring but all I could think about was how Valentine was always fond of oval shaped rings, how this would not be the ring I would buy to Marry my Valentine.

As the crowd dispersed to eat Valentine finally moved from the shadows of the room to approach me. I was talking to a few of my men and Rosalia, my arm wrapped around Rosalia's waist but there was a weird distance between the two. I looked up as I got closer, my eyes meeting his. "Yes?" I said, my voice cool and composed. “Congratulations sir,” he had his cold and stoic expression not showing much emotion.

"Thank you," I said simply, my voice low. "It's not often you act so…civil." I removed my hand from Rosalia as I walked away from them to talk to Valentine privately, “I’m always civil,” I chuckled dryly, my eyes narrowing slightly. There was a hint of disbelief in my expression as I looked at him. "No, you're not," I said bluntly. "I've known you long enough to know that's untrue."

“How I’m with you privately is mildly different in social settings. Especially since you just got engaged. The woman is really going to be Mrs Cattaneo,” I took a step closer to him, my tall frame towering over him. "Mildly different, huh?" I mused, my voice a bit lower now that I was closer to him. "And what, you're suddenly a saint in private?" Valentine cocked up her chin to look at me, “shouldn’t you be with your fiancé, sir?”

I glanced behind me at Rosalia, who was engaged in conversation with a few of his other men. Seeing how it was just the two of them for a moment, I turned my attention back to him. "She can handle herself," I replied, my voice low. "Besides, I want to talk to you about something."

Valentine looked curiously, “which is,” I paused, studying him for a moment longer. There was a hint of hesitation in my eyes, like I was trying to figure out how to approach the topic I wanted to discuss. "Have you... been seeing anyone lately?" I asked, a hint of something else, unease, maybe? in my tone.

My boy looked at me with a wary expression, “Have I been seeing anyone? Not really,” I raised an eyebrow at his response, my expression giving away nothing. I shifted my weight from one foot to the other, my eyes still fixed on him. The unease in my tone had faded a bit.  "And why not?" I asked, my voice a bit sharper now. "You're clearly desirable, I'm sure you have plenty of men clamouring for your attention." Valentine simply shook his head, “not interested,”

I looked at him intently, my brows furrowing just slightly. I had expected a different answer, perhaps a few names of men I would need to watch out for, but his response seemed to have caught me off guard. "Not interested?" I repeated, my voice a bit more incredulous now. "You're telling me you have men asking for your attention, and you've rejected every single one?"
“So? Would you want me to date them? Anyways why are you bringing this up suddenly?”

I hesitated for a moment; my expression conflicted. It was clear I had wanted to say something, but now that I had questioned him, I was taken off guard. "No, that's not it," I said quickly. "It's just…. Never mind." I let out a huff, my expression hardening a bit. "Forget I said anything."

Valentine looked at my curiously, “then let me ask you a question,” his gaze looked up at me basically piercing my soul, “do you love Rosalia?” My eyes widened for a moment at the question, the abruptness of it clearly taken me off guard. I hadn’t expected the conversation to take a completely different direction. "Love…." I repeated, a hint of hesitation in my voice. "Rosalia is…" I paused, searching for the right word. "No, this is all arranged,”

I got closer and caressed his cheek, “this is all business, you understand right? You’re a very perspective person Val, you can put the pieces together, can't you?"

Valentine was at a lose for words before saying, “so if you loved someone, what would you do then?” I looked deep into his eyes, “I would probably do this,” I took Valentine’s arm as I took him out of the banquet up to one of the hotel rooms.

As I him into the hotel room, my grip on his hand firm and demanding. Once the door was closed and the two of us were alone, I released his hand and turned to face him. My expression was tense, unreadable. The sound of the door shutting behind us echoed in the room, emphasizing the sudden change in atmosphere.

At that moment all the tension collimated, and we made out. My arms wrapped around the young boy, pulling him against me roughly. my mouth crashed down onto his in a heated, almost savage kiss, my grip on him firm and unyielding. There was something primal and desperate in my touch, like I had been holding back for a long time, and now I was finally letting go of that pent-up energy.

As the kiss deepened, I pushed him against a wall, trapping him between his body and the surface in front of me. My hands roamed over his body, almost possessively, as if he wanted to claim him as my own. My tongue tangled with his, my touch becoming more urgent and demanding with every passing moment.

After a while we pulled away from the kiss before looking back at each other, resting my forehead against his. His breathing was ragged, his eyes darkened with desire. I held him against the wall, my hands resting on his hips, my grip tight. I was silent for a moment, chest rising and falling as I tried to catch my breath before I finally replied, “not going to lecture about how wrong this is, Valentine?”

Valentine looked at me with the rare look of desire and need before speaking up, “just shut up and do me,” At that moment, all critical thinking went out the window, My fiancé was just downstairs thinking she was going to get the man of her dreams, but that man is embracing his subordinate in bed.

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I was acutely aware of what I was doing, what it meant. But in that moment, the knowledge meant little to me. I was intoxicated by the feel of Valentine against me, the taste of his lips. He pushed away any thoughts of Rosalia, of their impending wedding, and just took in this one moment, this one connection between the two of us. My mouth returned to his, kissing him hungrily, my hands exploring every inch of him. My hand ran up on his hair as I removed the ribbon with one swift move leaving his hair down. As we went back to making out our clothes swiftly came off.

Valentine tried to push my suit top off as he unbuttoned my shirt from top to bottom. I did the same to him and from the moving and shuffling we stumbled onto the bed. Me ontop pinning down Valentine as he held and yanked on my tie a little.

Soon I was fully done declothing Valentine only leaving him in his boxers while I was still in my pants, my shirt loosely hanging off me, I leaned over him, my body overshadowing the smaller boy completely, as I pressed hot kisses along his neck, his collarbone, down to his chest. “Mhhh sir,” the only thing he could mutter out were soft delicate moans.

After a while Valentine got up, “Val? Where are you going,” As I got up and sat up on bed I watched as he got on his knees and rested in between my shaft, he looked on as he started to undo my belt. I watched as he pulled my pants and boxers down as my shaft slapped him on his face. I was a little embarrassed by this, but this seemed to have turned him on as I watched as the bulge in the boys' pants grew from this motion.

He opened his mouth ever so slightly as he took in the tip of my dick first. Gently licking it and swirling it in his mouth not doing too much. All I could do was let out a soft groan at this. I gripped his hair tight, guiding his movements as I began to thrust deeper. “That's it, baby. Suck it nice and slow.” I groaned, my hips moving in a steady rhythm. I could not help but growl as he took more of me into his mouth. “Goddamn,” I muttered, my hips bucking forward slightly. He was almost taking my entire length. I wanted to test him pushing deeper, hitting the back of his throat. I watched as he gagged slightly but took it like a good boy.

My grip on his hair tightened as he deep throated me perfectly. I moaned deeply, “Fuck yeah baby. Just like that.” I held his head in place as I thrust deeper into his throat a few times before pulling out suddenly with a pop. “Sir…your dick…” I looked down at him with a hungry expression, my cock glistening with his saliva. Valentine started to get closer and nuzzle his face on my cock “I am gonna fuck that pretty little mouth until I cum down your throat.” my voice was demanding and dominant.

I placed my cock back in his mouth forcing it down deep. His eyes rolled back as he looked up at me. To my surprise he pulled out and spat on my cock as he started to stroke it and go down on my balls. "Holy fuck," my breathing became heavier as he spat on my length and started sucking my balls. I watched every movement with hooded eyes. "You dirty little..." I did not finish my sentence, instead, letting out a deep moan as he worked his tongue along my sack. He went up and licked my whole shaft before taking it in whole.

My eyes rolled back in pleasure as he took my entire length into his mouth again. I let out a deep groan, my fingers tangling in his hair as I began to thrust gently into his throat. "Fuck yeah, just like that. Suck my cock like a good boy." My grip on his hair tightened as I started fucking his throat more aggressively. Pre-cum leaked out onto his tongue. "Shit... I am gonna cum. You want my load Down that pretty throat?" my Voice was strained with pleasure.

I watched as his eyes widened as I kept deep throating. He simply looked up at me teary eyed with a “yes sir…” which was muffled by the hard cock in his mouth as he nodded. A deep, animalistic growl escaped my throat as I saw him looking up at me. That was clearly the hottest thing I have ever seen. With a final, powerful thrust, I erupted in him. Thick, hot ropes of cum shot down his throat as I held onto his head in place, forcing him to swallow every drop. I continued to pump my load into his mouth until he was completely spent, and I was panting heavily above him “Holy fuck…”

I held my hand out signalling for him to spit the cum on my hand and that he did, “climb onto the bed,” I demanded as he did just as I said, he laid there as I went and took off his boxers, I used the hand full with my cum to lube him up just nice for what I was gonna do. I did not really do much, i simply inserted two of my fingers and started to feel around. Spreading it here and there, of course to that my dear Valentine let out a few small moans to it. “Sir I’m horny…” Valentine let out as I was still fingering him. Those few words broke me. I immediately yanked my fingers out and looked at him dangerously, “if you want me that bad then come and ride me,”

Valentine ended up slowly guiding me to below him as he sat on me. He held onto my dick as he slowly slid it in him. I groaned loudly as he slowly slid down onto my thick, long dick. I gripped his hips tightly, helping him bounce up and down on my lap. I buried my face in his neck, biting and sucking hard marks onto your skin. “Fuck, you're so tight...so perfect...” he kept riding me, going up and down, his head slightly bobbing with each thrust. My grip on his hips tightened as I watched him ride me with his head bobbing up and down. I could feel his tight ass bouncing against his thighs with each thrust. His cock throbbed inside you as he began to meet your movements with powerful thrusts from below. “That's it,” “S-sir…this feels, fuck! This feels good~,”

Valentine lifted his legs up as he rested his hands on my thighs for support as I kept trusting. I took advantage of his new position, grabbing his legs to adjust the angle. With one hand securely around his waist, I started fucking him hard and deep, his cock hitting just the right spot to making him gasp. “Look at you taking my cock like such a perfect boy,”

“ahhh!~~~ sir!” I smirked darkly at his desperate cry, knowing exactly what that "sir" did to him. One hand remained gripping his waist while the other moved to wrap firmly around his throat. My thrusts became more intense, punishing almost. "You like that, don't you?" Valentine looked at me desperately as he simply nodded before he threw his head back. The sight of him throwing his head back in pleasure only fuelled my dominant nature. I leaned forward and sank my teeth into the tender skin where his neck and shoulder met, marking him as mine. I pulled out as I threw him onto his side, I lifted his leg up and kept trusting.

My cock hit that spot inside him repeatedly as he screamed "sir" and begged me to fuck him right there. I released his throat to slap his ass hard instead, leaving a red handprint. Water sloshed everywhere because our movements were so rough.

Oh but I was not done yet, far from it, I lifted his leg up and kept thrusting. “Wait! Sir! Too much!” Valentine cried out. I continued my brutal pace, my hips slapping against his ass. My other hand moved to play with your dick jerking it off, making sure to give him pleasure while still dominating him. “S-sir! Your dick! It’s so big~ fuck!~” I laid him down on his back, spreading his legs wide. I positioned myself between them, slamming my thick cock back into his tight hole. The new angle allowed me to hit your prostate with every thrust. He desperately clung onto the sheets below us.

I could tell he was struggling to keep his legs closed as he slammed it shut. I grabbed his thighs and forced them open wider, exposing him completely to my brutal assault. My balls slapping against his ass with each thrust. "Look at me," I commanded, my voice a low, rough growl. "Don't. Look. Away." Valentine buried his face in the pillows. I let out a low, guttural sound of frustration as he buried his face in the pillows. I could not see his face anymore, and the sight of him being so submissive only seemed to drive me wilder. I yanked the pillow and threw it revealing him blushing like crazy, the emotionless little boy on the street was blushing at this.

I stared at him, my eyes dark and intense as he slowly lifted himself back up so I could see his face again. I was blushing, the sight of it making me feel something deep within me, something possessive and primal. I had never seen him like this before, so submissive, so vulnerable, and it only made my desire for him grow stronger. "God, you're so damn beautiful," I muttered, my voice hoarse with need. “Sir…” Valentine said before eventually I took my shirt off fully. My shirt hit the floor, my skin exposed. Valentine could now see the lean lines of my muscular body, the definition in my chest and arms. I leaned over him again, pinning him back down against the sheets.

After a few hesitant seconds I went back to my brutal assaults of Valentines hole. The younger boy was so out of it at this point, all he could think was cock and to cum, as I held his thigh on his left hand and his wrists on my right hand I kept going. I fucked him into a mindless state. His hole was dripping with my precum and his own juices, making wet slapping sounds each time I thrusted inside you.  “Gonna fill this ass up,”

Eventually I got closer as our lips connected and we kissed. I let go of Valentines wrists as the young boy wrapped his arms around my shoulders to hold me close. My hands gripped his thighs as I pulled him even closer, pinning him down against the bed and trapping him beneath me. The feel of his body against mine was electric, like touching fire. My lips moved across his, a deep, hungry kiss, my tongue pressing into his mouth without hesitation, taking what I wanted from him.

Soon I let out a deep groan as I broke away from the kiss as I finally reached my climax, burying my cock deep inside him and unleashing a massive load of hot cum directly into the condom. My fingers dug into his thighs, pumping my load inside him. “Mhhhh!~” he screamed out as he came hard, his cock pulsing and shooting ropes of cum all over his stomach and chest. I continued to thrust slowly, milking every drop from him.

We looked at each other breathing heavily and frantically before our lips met again in one last kiss.

Afterwards we quickly cleaned up and got dressed as we headed back to the banquet, Valentine frantically tied back the ribbon in his hair. I put my shirt back on, smoothing it out before I helped him get dressed as well. I seemed to be my usual, cool, collected self at first, but I was slowly going crazy from what just happened as we both made our way back into the banquet. Rosalia, as expected, immediately rushed over to me, clinging to my arm and smiling sweetly, as if nothing had happened a moment ago.

I held myself back, forcing a pleasant smile at my fiancé's embrace. On the surface, I played the part of the devoted fiancé perfectly, responding to her touch and words in the way a good man would. But underneath, I was struggling to keep away the memory of Valentine, his taste, his submission, at the forefront of my mind. The feel of Valentines skin against mine, the sound of his voice when he said my name...all of it was driving me insane.

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    - 10 years ago-

Having just brought home a random kid of course I have to tell my parents; that’s the only logical thing to do. Sure I’m 26 but I still have to tell my parents when I bring a kid. So here I am, awkwardly sitting in the living room with my mom, dad and younger brother trying to explain the situation. Their eyes went wide with surprise and shock, clearly not expecting this behaviour from me. My mother was the first to speak, her eyes were still staring at me intensely. "You brought a kid home... why..?"

I exhaled and downed a cup of whiskey before speaking again, my expression clearly tired. "I saw the kid on the streets, he was alone, cold and starving. I didn't think it was a good idea to leave him there." Of course at that very moment Valentine woke up from his sleep and went down to the living room and saw what was happening. Everyone looked at him paying attention to weak and frail form. It was clear that he was struggling. My younger brother Arian scoffed at the sight of Valentine which I didn’t like but I couldn’t say much, he was only 16 right now basically a child himself.

The words made my mother soften a little, her expression going from critical to sympathetic. My brother and father on the other hand still looked at him with a critical look on his face. “August, you brought a kid home, but you didn't think to tell your family?" Arian said. Valentine slightly intimidated his behind me. The kid was rather fearless and blunt but common he was still a kid. He would naturally be afraid when it comes to authority. I glanced back at him for a moment before turning back to face my father. "Oh, and why should I? It's a decision I made and it's not like its any of your business anyway."

Arian grumbled at my response, frustrated with my arrogance. "You're such a little s-..."  But before he could finish, my mother interrupted, her voice going soft as she spoke, cutting her youngest son off.  "Darling, don't cause a scene now. The poor thing seems scared..." Arian huffed in annoyance but decided to stay quiet for now. My father however seemed deep in thought as if he was contemplating something. I looked back over my shoulder at him as he held onto my arm, hiding behind him. A small part of me felt a tug at my heart as I saw the small child clearly frightened by everything. My mother was the one to try and speak to him this time, noticing the fear in his eyes. "Its ok sweetheart, you don't have to hide behind August like that. You do not have to be so scared..." eventually the kid slowly walked infront when my mom started to talk to him soothingly.

My mother smiled softly as he came out from behind me. She continued to speak softly as to not scare him again. "There we go, what is your name, sweetheart?" the boy kept looking down before answering, “Valentine.Valentine LaMorte,” the boy answered softly in a weirdly cute and adorable way, my mother always had a soft spot for kids anyway. She seemed a little surprised by the name, clearly not expecting it. "Oh, what a unique name. That is a pretty name you have darling,” Meanwhile My brother and father continued to stare him down, but this time it was more like they were studying him. The mother spoke again, her tone still soft and gentle.  "How old are you sweetheart? how long were you alone out on the streets?" Valentine finally looked up at my mother gently, “I’m 11..I’m not exactly sure how long I was on the streets for,”

Her eyes widened slightly as she heard his age. "Oh goodness, you're so young. and you lived on streets for so long alone."  She let out a slight gasp as she placed her hand over her heart, a look of sympathy and sadness in her eyes.

After a while my dad spoke up with an absolutely crazy and bonkers proclamation, “the boy here is weak, and clearly not capable, but I believe he can be shaped to a strong fighter, thus he shall be apart of the mafia,” everyone in that room except Valentine looked at my dad in seriousness and shock at these words. We couldn’t believe him. I finally spoke, confusion and irritation in my voice. "What the hell are you talking about, dad." My father spoke sternly and with a serious expression as he looked at me. "You brought the kid home and that kid is now apart of the family. It's only right that he should also be involved in the family business."

My father drew his attention to Valentine, “since you’ll be taking over the mafia soon, this boy over here will be trained to be your loyal right-hand man, like a second in command someone that can take all your orders and serve the mafia usefully. Usually some random person will be chosen for that but this child is the perfect candidate we can just teach him everything from scratch instead of needing to reteach to another fully grown adult everything and have them fumble around, once the boy if off age he will officially join the mafia,”

My face darkened at my father's words. "So, in other words, you expect me to train the kid, keep him by my side at all times and basically make him my right-hand man when he's older...?" my father nodded, a look of certainty on his face. "Exactly. You are going to take care of the kid, and you will train him. You're the one who decided to bring him home, and the kid's going to be useful to us anyway, he can’t betray us too."

“But dad-!” Arian tried to cut in and protest, but he got quickly cut off by my father, “no buts, it’s final,” I scowled and clenched my jaw again. I didn't like this, the idea of having to train him and teach him how to be some Mafia member was something I never would have thought of. My mother spoke up as she looked at her husband with a disapproving look on her face. "Darling, don't you think you're putting a lot on August? Forcing all this on him just because he brought the boy home."

My father looked back at his wife. His expression was firm as he spoke. "This is the family business, and Jesse will be the head soon. It's high time he took up more responsibility anyway, and since he brought the kid home it's his responsibility to take care of him and make him useful." Valentine was processing this information, and he had almost content in his eyes, like he was okay with this.

My mother seemed ready to protest some more but I spoke up before she could. I huffed in annoyance but decided to play along. "Fine, I'll do whatever you want. But on one condition." My Father raised an eyebrow, wondering what condition I was going to give. "What condition is that then, August?" “The kid still goes to school and gets to have a normal childhood. Anything related to the family business I teach him on MY terms. Not yours,” My father raised an eyebrow at this, “The kid still goes to school and gets to have a normal childhood. The teaching of the business is on MY terms,” The man paused for a moment, contemplating my condition. Eventually he nodded reluctantly.  "Fine. I will accept that. And do not let me see anything go wrong. You hear me."

I sighed, “thank you father,”

”Mr and Mrs Cattaneo-,” Valentine said but my parents cut him off, “please just call us Mom and Dad,” my mom said sweetly as they both looked down at him. My father went to ruffle valentines hair. “You’re a good kid, I trust you’ll make the family proud,”. Valentine looked up as he nodded.

Soon My family left leaving me and the kid all alone. I exhaled and crossed my arms, my expression a mix of annoyance and irritation. "So, its settled then... I am supposed to look after the kid, train him and all that... Great." I looked down at the kid who was giving me a wide-eyed look. My expression softened just a little when he looked at me. He had such wide and bright eyes, and I couldn't help but feel a little fondness for the kid. I ruffled his hair, the action feeling a little automatic. "Don't look at me like that kid, it's not like its that bad."

I bent down and lifted Valentine up easily, placing him in my arms like a sack of potatoes. I stood up straight and held him against my chest, my arms loosely around his little body. "You're like a little cat." He mumbled to himself. "Damn it. they just had to go and add more to the list of things to deal with..."  I was quiet for a few seconds. "You alright kid? Not too freaked out by all that." The boy shook his head, “not really,” I nodded and carried him, settling down in a big leather couch. He sat him down on his lap, letting you get comfortable. "I know it was a lot to take in, but don't worry, you'll be alright. I wrapped an arm around his small frame, my hand gently rubbing circles on his back.

My hand moved from his back up to his hair. I started to gently run my fingers through his hair, trying to undo the knots that had formed. "You've got some messy hair you know." I picked him up again and took him to the bathroom in my bedroom and I picked up a hairbrush. I sat him on the counter and started to gently brush through his hair. It was unkempt and messy. A part of me was annoyed at how disheveled the kid looked, but the other still felt a sense of protectiveness over him. I continued brushing his hair out, my touch gentle and careful. I glanced at his face every so often.

“Can’t the maids do this?” Valentine spoke up. I huffed and rolled my eyes. "The maids will do more formal stuff like styling your hair when its washed, but this is just normal maintenance stuff that I can do."  I paused and continued to run the brush through his messy hair. "You seem to have not had a hairbrush, or anyone to brush your hair, for a while now." I paused, my expression softening once again. "Your hair felt a little matted and felt like it hadn't been brushed in ages. You did not seem to be taken care of very well. I know you were on the streets for a while but still..." I let out a small sigh and looked back to his hair. "I guess it's a good thing I'm here then."

I tied a red ribbon in his hair, the red colour contrasting nicely with your dark hair and his deep red eyes. The sight of the ribbon made me smile. I turned my attention back to his face and continued to look at you. "Better." I paused, my eyes still on your face. "You know, I never asked for this. I never wanted this. But here we are, and I think I can work with it. I know its going to take time and effort to get you used to the family, and I'm perfectly fine with that."

Valentine seemed to not react in anyway, a face devoid of warmth, emotion, or friendliness. “Why’d you even take me in, I would be fine on the streets,” I exhaled heavily. "You wouldn't survive out there, kid. I have seen the conditions you had on those streets; you were practically a skeleton. Not to mention you look a little young to even be on the streets. You'd have been beaten up and killed in a week." my voice became quieter as I continued to look at him with concern. "Just because you lived on the streets doesn't mean you belong out there alone. You're just a kid; there is no way you could have been able to look out for yourself."

“Your family wants me to become a member of the mafia. They want to shape me into a good worker, but why your only being this nice to me cause your family is going to use me as a weapon one day,” the kid could understand the implications, but he doesn’t fully understand rstand my intentions that’s for sure.

 I paused at this, not expecting this reply. I looked away for a moment and exhaled. "You misunderstand. You're not some sort of weapon to use and throw away. I'm being nice to you because you're a child. You're only a boy. No child should have to live and grow up on those damn streets...You've had to deal with more than any little boy should. I want you to have a safe and comfortable life. And you are sure as hell aren't going to get that out there, so for now, and from here on out, you're under my care, understand?”

I pulled him in closer and held him against my chest again, my hand rubbing circles on his back in a protective way. I exhaled and closed my eyes, still holding him. "I swear I'm going to make sure nothing bad ever happens to you again. You're stuck with me now, kid."

-              Present day-

Valentine was sitting at the dining table eating what looked like to be a rice bowl while scrolling on his phone. There I noticed the red ribbon on his hair to keep it up. I was leaning against the doorframe, standing in front of Valentine. I was wearing an expensive, fitted suit and a crimson, silk scarf. I was sipping a glass of whiskey, and he was quietly watching Valentine eat. "I like the scarlet ribbon. It suits you," I said, my deep voice was smooth and cold. Valentine looked up at me “oh sir? Back from work?”

A small, amused smile appeared on my lips. I walked over to the dining table and sat down beside Valentine, still holding my whiskey in the crystal glass. He crossed my legs and rested the glass on the table. "Indeed. I've been busy dealing with some problems today."

I chuckled softly under my breath. I was sitting close to Valentine, and I was idly toying with the scarlet ribbon in my fingers. I was a master at masking my emotions, but I secretly had a soft spot for my right-hand man.

"I missed you,” “what?”

My demeanour was as cold and calculating as ever, but my voice had softened slightly. There was a hint of affection in it this time. "I said, I missed you.” Valentine looked up at me.

“Well, I didn’t miss you,”

A flicker of annoyance crossed my face, but it was quickly replaced with my usual, cold expression. I took a drink of whiskey, and I still had my hand on the scarlet ribbon. "Oh, is that so? I had assumed that you would miss your master. After all, your loyalty is to me." Valentine went back to eating, “Why would I? I knew you’d come home soon and we see each other everyday,”

I let out a dry, amused chuckle. I found this conversation to be mildly entertaining. I took another sip of whiskey, my eyes still on the scarlet ribbon. "You're too practical. Most people would miss the person that they see almost every day. I suppose you're not like most people." I moved down to hold onto Valentine's hair instead, “you think?” Valentine asked me sarcastically.

My long fingers gently, yet firmly, gripped the ends of the scarlet ribbon. There was the slightest hint of a smile on my lips, and my eyes had a twinkle of satisfaction. I was playing with his hair now, twirling it around my fingers.

"I do. I think you're a special case."

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As the days went on August and I never talked about the incident. The feeling of our bodies being pressed together and our desperation for each other. August continued to act the part of the devoted, devoted fiancé, giving Rosalia no reason to suspect a thing. But as the days passed, he grew more and more distant from her. It didn't help that I seemed to avoid him. 

This one day I was back at the manor smoking a cigarette at the balcony as I normally do. The night sky hit me as I listened to the blank silence. Rosalia walked up behind me, the hint of a smile on her face as she leaned against the wall near me. I could smell the scent of her perfume as she spoke, a subtle, expensive fragrance that had a hint of floral notes. "So this is your favorite spot, eh Valentine?" she said, her voice soft and sweet. “What is this a tradition now? You jump me at the balcony when I’m smoking,” I stared at the scenery as I had a cold and rough tone in my voice. 

Rosalia chuckled, her sweet smile never wavering. "Something like that," she replied, her gaze fixed on me. "It's become a bit of a routine, hasn't it? You always seem to be here, smoking away, and I always seem to find you." She took a few more steps closer, her eyes roaming over my body, as if assessing me. “What are you doing in the manor anyway?” I took a puff of my cigarette not looking over at her, instead looking at the scenery in front of me. 

Rosalia leaned against the railing, her hands gracefully folded in front of her. She was dressed in a long, elegant dress, the fabric clinging to her curves in all the right places. It was such a contrast to my casual look. "Oh, I'm here to see August," she said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "We have a few things to discuss."

I took a drag of my cigarette as I tried to make conversation with her, “do you smoke?” Rosalia shook her head, her smile growing a bit wider as she watched me smoke, her eyes following the movement of my hand to my mouth. She seemed almost fascinated by the sight, her eyes lingering on me for a moment before she answered. "No, I don't," she said. "Bad for your health, you know." “Ehh,” I said plainly with no real tone or expression in my voice. 

“Then can I ask another question?” I asked. Rosalia raised an eyebrow at my question, she walked over to the and stood next to me leaning against the edge of the balcony. her head tilting slightly as she regarded me curiously. "Sure, go ahead," she replied, her tone mildly curious. 

“Do you…love the boss?,” 

Rosalia looked at me for a moment, taken aback by the unexpected question. Her expression softened slightly, her earlier amusement fading as she seemed to consider my question carefully. Finally, she let out a soft sigh, looking back at the night sky for a moment before speaking. "That's kind of a loaded question," she replied, her voice quiet. "but no I don’t really love him." 

I finally looked at Rosalia as she said that. I was surprised a little bit but I kind of understood what she meant, “If you don’t love him why marry him?” Rosalia went silent for a moment, her fingers lightly drumming against the railing, a flicker of some emotion passing over her expression. She continued to look out into the night, not quite meeting my eyes as she spoke. "It's not always about love when it comes to marriage," she said finally. "There are more important things." “Like?” I pegged her for more context 

Rosalia took in a deep breath before responding, her expression hardening almost imperceptibly at the question. She seemed uncomfortable discussing the topic, but pushed through to answer anyway. "It's about tradition. Honor. Duty." She paused, letting out a sharp scoff of annoyance at her own words. "Status. Power. All that political bullshit." I ruffled my hair with my hand as I really took in her answer. It was the same answer that August has told me before so at least they are both on the same page. “So you can just marry someone without loving them?” 

Rosalia huffed out a bitter laugh, shaking her head lightly. “In my world? Sometimes that's just how it works. Love doesn't have a say in it, sometimes.” She shot me a wry look. “You think all the world leaders get to marry out of love? Think again.” “Then isn’t love pointless, if it all just means nothing?,”Rosalia gave me a look of disbelief, her expression almost pitiful as she spoke.  "Damn, you're so damn young and naive," she said with a scoff. "Love? It's not a fairytale, kid. In the real world, it doesn't matter that much. It's all about what's beneficial and what helps you get ahead…but….” 

My eyebrows perked up for her to keep talking, Rosalia paused for a moment, still studying me, almost like she was weighing her words carefully. When she spoke again, her tone was a bit softer, almost sympathetic.

"But…" She took a deep breath, her gaze shifting back out to the night sky. "But sometimes... Sometimes you do get lucky. And you find somebody that makes it worth it." 

“Lucky…” I muttered under my breath trying to make sense of it in my own words. Rosalia chuckled sadly, her eyes still fixed on the night sky, her expression almost wistful. "Yeah," she said quietly. "Lucky." She paused, taking a moment to choose her next words. "Have you ever been in love before, kid?" I simply shook my head. Rosalia nodded slowly, almost to herself, a small, pitying smile on her face. "You're still 21 aren’t you?," she repeated, almost like she was in disbelief. "21, still innocent. Unkissed, probably, yeah?" I scoffed as I put out my cigarette in the ashtray. “Unkissed? No,” 

Rosalia's eyes widened slightly, clearly surprised by your answer. A tiny flicker of shock passed over her expression. She leaned in closer, studying you. Her voice held a hint of amusement this time. "Wait...really?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "You've been kissed before?" This time I had a scowl in my voice, a negative feeling. I hated talking about this. I had a dark expression, my eyes sultry with a glare. “I know how cruel the world is, I already had all my firsts,” 

Rosalia didn't move back, her eyes searching my face for a moment as those words left my mouth. Her expression seemed almost sad, now. "God, kid... You're so damn jaded." She let out a scoff, almost like she found me pitiful. "How many? How many firsts have you had already for you to say that?" 

“It’s too many to count,” 

Rosalia's eyes widened again, almost disbelieving as she processed your answer. She took a step back, almost like she was taken slightly off guard. "Too many to count?" she repeated incredulously. "You're only twenty-one...how many are we talking about?"

I don’t really remember. I was selling my body for as long as I can remember. Random old men entered my shabby childhood bedroom using me as I clung onto my teddy bear. Then going to the streets and hopping from hotel to hotel with different men. It fucks you over. After months of dissociation you can’t remember what’s real and what’s fake. “I was a different person before I met the boss,” Rosalia was quiet as I spoke, her expression unreadable. A beat of silence passed before she spoke again, her voice quiet and almost understanding now. "A different person. I can see that, now." She tilted her head slightly, studying me carefully.  "You seem...harder now. Colder."

“I lived a different life, one you wouldn’t know,” I walked back in the house. Rosalia watched me walk back into the house, her eyes following my every move. Something about me intrigued her, a strange mix of curiosity and pity. "Damn, kid..." she murmured to herself, "You're a mystery, aren't you..."

Once Rosalia returned home I was ready to go to sleep. I was simply too tired to even have a proper dinner but I knew I shouldn't go to sleep on an empty stomach so I decided to pick up a snack in the kitchen. As I entered there I saw August. He was sitting at the dining table, picking at his food idly with a fork. He was a picture of composure, his usual cool demeanor present. But it was clear his mind was elsewhere, his thoughts preoccupied. Suddenly, the sound of footsteps approaching got his attention, and he looked up to see me walking into the dining room.

August paused his movements as I entered the room, his gaze fixing on me. His attention shifted from his food to me. "Join me," he said simply, gesturing to the seat across from him. "Sit." I looked over at him for a minute as I sat next to him at the table. I looked over at his steak as the maids handed me my own steak. “Thank you,” I told them. It seems as though August requested they make one for me too. Like he was intending to have dinner with me. 

 August watched as I took a seat next to him, his eyes lingering on me. There was a hint of something in his gaze as he spoke again, his voice still quiet. "You've been avoiding me lately," he said plainly, getting straight to the point. His eyes never left yours, searching your expression for any sign of a reaction. “Have I now?” I said blankly, I don’t really know how to react. He took a moment before responding, his tone casual but firm. "Yes, you have," he stated, his eyes still locked on yours. "You've barely spoken to me for days, and avoided being alone in a room with me. I'm not an idiot, kid. I know you've been dodging me." 

August continued to study me closely, watching as I took a bite of my food. I was trying to act casual, but the way I avoided meeting his gaze, the way I fidgeted in my seat...it was clear he was making me uncomfortable. He was quiet for another moment, until he spoke again, his voice still cool and calm, but a noticeable edge to it now. "Are you mad at me or something?" August said with clear hurt in his voice, as if he was choking back tears, “of course not sir,” 

August didn't look convinced, his eyes still locked on my face. He could read me like a book, and right now I was a walking contradiction. My words said no, but my body language was saying something entirely different. "Then why the hell have you been so cold towards me lately?" he pressed, his voice taking on a note of irritation. I figured there was no point lying, I’ve always been truthful anyways. 

“Truthfully? I feel guilty that I slept with a taken man. Guilty that despite everything I still slept with you,” 

August paused for a beat, my words catching him off guard. A flicker of surprise passed over his face, like he hadn't been expecting that confession. But his expression quickly hardened back to its usual neutral state as he studied your face. "Guilt, huh?" he repeated quietly, his eyes still fixated on you. "Not remorse or disgust?"

“No, do you feel remorse or disgust or anything at all?” 

August sat back in his chair, He paused for a moment, as if considering his response. Then, he answered, his voice still firm and composed. "Remorse, disgust, guilt, those are for people with hearts, Valentine," he said bluntly. "I'm not known for caring about that kind of thing." 

I shook my head, I knew he was more caring than he lets on, “But you have a heart,” August cocked an eyebrow at my question, his expression almost amused. He let out a scoff, almost like that was a ridiculous question. "Do I have a heart?" he repeated, a hint of mockery in his voice. He leaned forward, resting his arms on the table. "Do you really think a heartless bastard like me would bother feeling things like guilt?" I looked up at him finally, “I know you have a heart,” 

August froze at my words, an unreadable look crossing his face. There was a flicker of something in his eyes, like I'd hit the bull's eye with that statement. But he was quick to school his expression back to its usual cool neutrality. "What makes you so sure?" he asked, his voice slightly clipped. “If you didn’t have a heart, I wouldn’t be here right now,” August fell silent for a moment, almost caught off guard by my words again. He studied me, searching my face for any sign that I was bullshitting. But he saw no hint of deception or manipulation in my eyes, which only made him frown more. 

“Sir, do you only want me for my body?” August was stunned at my bluntness, but he couldn't deny that it had made him think. He sat back in his chair, his expression becoming serious. He stared at me for a moment, his eyes never leaving my face as he answered. "You really want the truth?" I nodded. 

August let out a sigh, "Yes," he said quietly, holding my gaze. "At first, that's all I wanted from you...to satisfy my own selfish desires." August paused for a moment, watching my expression carefully, almost like he was expecting me to get upset or offended. When I said nothing, he continued, his voice even quieter now. "I didn't care if you thought or felt anything, as long as you gave me what I wanted. I just wanted the release...the brief distraction you offered from the reality of my life." August let out another sigh, realizing how shitty he sounded saying these words out loud. His expression was almost regretful, his eyes fixated on me. "But then...things changed. And I found myself caring about what you thought, what you felt. I started to realize there was more to you than just your body. And then one day, I woke up and I just...damnit, I felt something I've never felt before." 

I looked away as I sipped the wine “well that explains a lot,” I muttered to myself. August held my gaze, his eyes searching for my expression. I had a mixture of emotions in your eyes. Hurt, confusion, a hint of anger...he felt a pang in his chest at the sight. He let out a soft sigh, a rare hint of vulnerability in his voice as he spoke again. 

"I found myself wanting more...caring about your thoughts, your feelings...your goddamn wellbeing. I found myself wanting to hold you, touch you, comfort you. I found myself thinking about you even when you weren't with me. It was a damn mess, and it confused the hell out of me."

I shook my head “I tried pushing you away at first first but I know better, that it won’t work,” August let out a soft huff, "Yeah, you did try," he admitted, "And like a damn fool, I just came after you every time." 

I went back to eating, “You’re still going to marry her right?” I didn’t dare say her name, it felt disrespectful to go do it at this very moment. August paused at my question, his expression tightening slightly. He was quiet for a moment. That question had been weighing heavily on his mind, and damn if it didn't feel like a knife to the gut hearing me say it out loud. He let out a sharp sigh, his voice low and gruff. "...Yes," he answered reluctantly, almost like it physically pained him to admit it. 

I started to cut the steak more aggressively, the ‘yes’ clearly affected me but I didn’t dare say anything. I snapped out my somber attitude to be witty again and try to be my usual self though there was a hint of hurt, “it’s not like we can go back to how things were before,” August scowled slightly at my sudden change in attitude. I knew he noticed the hint of hurt behind my attempt at humor, and damn it made his chest ache. He hated seeing me like this, trying to hide the pain behind a witty facade. "No...we can't go back," he said quietly, his voice hoarse. "...and if I'm being honest with myself, I don't want to."

“Don’t want to?”

"You really think I can just stop? You really think I can just stop touching you, stop being with you…damn it all, Val, you got under my skin in the worst way possible." 

August let out a soft huff, almost like he was annoyed at himself for admitting it. "keep sleeping with me,” 

I looked up at him stunned at his suggestion. “What…?” Being the only thing I could mutter out. August was getting frustrated, almost irritated by my confusion. "Is it not obvious?" he said gruffly. “What? just keep sleeping with you till the wedding day?” I protested against him. To me it was even blasphemous hr would suggest it and yet I was weirdly considering it. 

The mention of the wedding day made August's jaw clench. He was quiet for a moment,  "I don't have any good answers, damn it," he said, clearly frustrated. "I don't know what the hell I'm supposed to do. All I know is I don't want you walking away." I rolled my eyes at him. August was acting all brooding and gruffly, “Why would I possibly agree to keep sleeping with you?” 

"Because you want me as damn much as I want you," he said firmly. "You want to deny it all you damn well please, but you can't deny the chemistry between us." 

Well u can’t disagree me and August had great sexual chemistry. Plus, sex actually feels intimate with him. The men I slept with in the past I felt like a commodity, like a toy that can be used and discarded. I just closed my eyes and took it like it was nothing. With them I was sexual but with August it felt more like two people holding each other close in an intimate setting, our body heat’s meshing. With him I felt erotic. Though at the end of the day I’m the right-hand man of the head of the mafia. I had to be logical, to do what’s best for the business, “Wouldn’t the more logical option be to push me to work at a different sector instead of directly under you? Like for example work for your brother,” 

August gritted his teeth, my logical suggestion pissing him off. Deep down, he knew I had a damn point, but the thought of not having me close to him made him want to snap. He let out a frustrated growl as he tugged me closer, his other hand coming up to grip my hip possessively. "You think I haven't thought of that bullshit already? You think I haven't considered every possible option, every solution? Damn it, I can't just send you away." 

"No matter how many goddamn solutions I think of, I always come back to the same damn conclusion. I need you here, with me. I can't stand the thought of not having you within damn touching distance. It's driving me goddamn insane." I sat in silence for a minute. It was suffocating. I didn't know what to say except to take everything in, “...fine let’s keep sleeping together,” was the thing I finally managed to force out my throat. 

August's eyes lit up slightly at your agreement. There was a hint of relief in his expression, like he hadn't been sure I would agree. He gripped you my hand tight, almost like he was afraid I’d change my mind. He then softly told me, “good, cause I don’t plan to let you go.” 

I didn’t say anything but in my heart I hoped he wouldn’t let me go. 

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August was on call with the wedding planner as I entered the living room. It was late at night, after me and August made our little agreement, nothing really happened between us, we kept talking and working but no…sleeping. The August and the wedding planner were going through and making sure everything was perfect, discussing the venue, the food, the decorations, the guests, etc. and all the tiny details. He was still on the phone, going through the checklist, making sure that everything was in order, when he heard footsteps, and turned to see me walking closer. He paused what he was saying and simply watched as I walked towards him. August soon ended his call and turned his attend towards me.

There were a few flowers on the table, roses, peonies and lilies, I’m assuming they were for the wedding bouquet, “What’s that?” "Oh, this?" August moved a little closer so that I could get a better look. "These are the flowers for the wedding. The wedding planners are taking care of most of the arrangements, but I made sure to include a flower budget, so that we can get some nice flowers like these" He explained, pointing to the flowers. The flowers looked really nice and vibrant, all of them were in perfect condition. Each of them had an assorted colour, from red to pink to purple. They would look great in the bouquet, and they would fit perfectly for the wedding.  "We've also got the catering details, the guest list, the venue, the decorations, and the music. We're done with the most important things, now it's all just small details"

“Peonies…” were the only thing I could utter. "Hm? Did you say peonies?" August raised an eyebrow, glancing towards me again. “They are nice flowers, aren’t they valentine?” "They are, aren't they?" August said, a small smile on his face. He loved seeing how happy I was whenever he talked about the flowers, I did have a…particular like when it comes to flowers. "Then which ones should we get? Do you have any thoughts? I mean, if you do, feel free to share. But we have to make some decisions,”

I looked over at him as I held the flowers in my arm, “Shouldn’t you ask Rosalia?” "Well yes, but I wanted to get a second opinion from you" August explained. Even though Rosalia would be the final decision, he still wanted to have at least one more opinion to base the choice on. "So, which one is your favourite? The roses, the peonies, or the lilies?” He repeated the question.

“Wouldn’t roses make the most sense,” "Good point." August paused again. That was a good point. "Are you saying you prefer the roses?"

I held onto the peonies in my hands brushing against the petals. “Well…peonies are my personal preference,” "Your personal preference, huh? That is an interesting choice" August nodded, a small smirk appearing on his face. He could understand why I would prefer the peonies. They were beautiful and vibrant. But they were not the traditional option here. The roses were definitely the more popular choice here. However, he could still see a wedding with a peony bouquet, and it would look good. "So... you want the peonies?" “Peonies are my favourite flowers…” August smiled up at me. “I know,” he said with the most genuine smile I’ve ever seen.

I stared at his smile cutely for a while before i awkwardly racked my hand on my hair. “Is there a wedding date yet?” I asked August, "There is." August replied. "We have decided on the 20th of December." He paused, waiting for a response. I looked out the window, summer was ending, and autumn was soon. August noticed I was looking out the windows. He paused for a moment, watching silently as my gaze remained fixed on the window. There was a look of calmness and comfort in his expression. August felt a bit awkward as he stood up watching silently as I stare at the window. He cleared his throat a little, trying to get my attention. Finally I looked back at him.

"Uhm..." August said, clearing his throat. He was trying to figure out what to say. The conversation we had so far had been mostly business, with some small talk in between. We didn't really talk about anything else other than the wedding. "So..." August paused for a moment, trying to think of something to say. "The seasons are going to change soon?" It was probably the most obvious statement ever, but it was the best he could think of at the moment. “It’s just summer is coming to an end,” August laughed a little. "Yes, I think we both know that." It was almost funny hearing it said so bluntly. "Well... the seasons change, everything changes. Life just goes on, you know?" He sighed and shook his head. He did not mean for the conversation to suddenly get so... serious. “Your birthday is soon,” I stated the obvious. "Yeah...it is” August paused for a moment. "Why are you mentioning it?"

“Are you really okay with life changing? I mean you’re turning 36 so maybe it’s okay now,” I asked genuinely. Change is scary to me, but to August,It came normal. "I mean...I don't really have a choice. Life must change. It just must. You can't keep going the same way forever, you know?" He paused for a moment, trying to find the words to express his thoughts. It was a little bit difficult to wrap his head around the whole idea of turning 36, and the implications that came with it, he took a deep breath and continued "And...well...I'm pretty okay with it. As okay as I can be..."

I paused as I really took in his words, “I don’t know…if I’m okay with it,” All I could think was once he gets married what purpose do I have? Do I even have a life of my own, I don’t know my mind is a jumble.

It was easy for August to see the look on my face, the guy had been looking a little more down in general these past few months. I never did any complaining though, so it wasn't something that August had thought about. We had always been so close, always by each other's side, that this current dynamic felt a bit odd. I couldn't quite put a finger on it though, maybe it was the current situation that was making me overthink. "Hey, are you doing okay? You have seemed a little down lately" August asked.

I looked up at him as I just kissed him. That was certainly not what he was expecting. The kiss came out of nowhere, but he still accepted it. August closed his eyes and leaned into the kiss; he didn't even have time to react. He could feel my lips on his, and it was strange feeling. The kiss was definitely unexpected, but he still felt himself leaning into it, letting me set the pace. He put his hand on the back of my head, pulling them closer, deepening the kiss. After a few more moments, he finally pulled himself away, panting a little. Our lips separated, leaving a thin trail of saliva connecting us together, "Where did that come from..." August said, his tone was a bit flat, a mix of shock and something.

“Let’s do it. The wedding planning can wait right?” August laughed a little. "Yeah, I'd say it can wait. This is more important right now." There was a very clear implication in his comment, one that was so straightforward that he didn't even think it needed to be stated.

August leaned in as we both were breathing heavily as he leaned in for the kiss. The kiss wasn't as gentle as the first one. It was more passionate, the passion we both felt now that our feelings had been laid out. August was definitely not going to hold back. He put his hands on my waist and pulled them closer, their bodies pressed up against each other as they kissed.

…

Before I knew it, I was sitting ontop of August both of us naked on the couch, my hands on his chest. He could feel my hands running over his skin, tracing the line of his tattoos and scars. The feeling of the other man's hands roaming his body was something he rarely let anyone do. But the trust he had in me was not something he doubted, it was something he knew. I could do whatever I wanted with him, use him for whatever, and there would not even be an emotion of fear. He ran his hand over my hair, gently tracing the line of my jaw and down to the base of my neck, where he gripped softly.

My hair fanned down as I looked below him. It felt like a moment out of a painting. we were both naked, and I was sitting on top of him, my hair fanning down around him. This was something that was probably going to stay in both of our memories to look back upon. He ran his hand down over my body, feeling the skin of my shoulders and arms.

August couldn't help but let out a small sigh as he felt my hands moving over him. I had to take a deep breath before speaking, to steady himself. "Hey Val, have you thought about doing something to your hair?" “Like what sir?” "I was just wondering if you have thought about a haircut..."He paused for a moment, still trying to stay calm. He liked my hair, "Or a shave?" He said, looking right at Val, “I would rather die than shave my hair,”

August let out a small laugh as my replied so confidently to his suggestions. It was almost a certainty that my hair would never be changed, but it was still worth a try. This was definitely not the first time he had brought it up. "What about a trim? To get rid of the split ends or something? Or bangs,” He laughed a little, it was hard to imagine me with bangs. “Bangs? Why would I,” "I don't know... I just thought maybe you should try it. A new look, you know? It doesn't have to be permanent." August answered, still caressing the skin of my neck. "Maybe you'd like it... You have nice eyes. Bangs would draw attention to your eyes. And they would look good on you, it's not just some girl's hairstyle."

“It’s childish and it would obstruct my vision,” I retorted it "I disagree, I think it would look very nice and it would look very nice on your face." He replied, now tracing patterns on my back with his fingertips. I sat up as I started to fiddle with the front of my hair.

We ended up continued our fuck session. But this time I felt more.

I started to go up and down bouncing on his dick, “fuck..August…faster,” August held my hips guiding me up and down, “sir just keep going…” fuck I felt good, “sir…im close,” The words gave him permission to keep going. This was a side of me that he rarely saw, a more vulnerable side, one that wanted to be taken care of.  "You feel so good, you know that...?" August replied, his voice a bit lower, almost a whisper, a bit more intense.

I leaned down and laid on my head on his chest. I could feel the other man's skin against me, still warm and sweaty from physical exertion. The way I was leaning on his chest was almost possessive, like a cat laying on a warm lap. The feeling was familiar, we had been doing this for so long, but every time, it still felt as good as the first time "You're so clingy after we do this," he said, still running his hand over my hair. “I like the comfort…”

August laughed a little. "I know you do, it's kind of a staple at this point. You always seem to cling onto me afterward" he said, pausing for a moment. "But that's okay, I don't hate it. It's cute"

August sat up as I was straddling his lap I wrapped my arms around his shoulders. The new angle definitely felt better for both of us. It felt more intimate, more physical. His hands found their way to my hips, gripping them slightly as he moved. The feeling of my hands running up and down his torso was driving him crazy, and he was definitely trying to keep his composure. He was the one who usually had control, but he was losing it quickly, "You feel so good...." He breathed out, his head thrown back a little. We got closer as we leaned in for a kiss. I wrapped my arm around his shoulder.

The kiss was slower this time, more of a deep kiss, a slow and sensual exchange of passion and desire. we had done this so many times before, but that didn't make it any less exciting at all. Our bodies were still pressed up close together, him still gripped my hips.

It was the next week and Rosalia was at the Manor with August as I returned back home…with a difference, I had bangs, the wispy bangs and a trim, my hair more layered and textured. “Oh sir, Rosalia,” The bangs added an elegant touch, and the layers added a nice texture to the hair. The whole look was definitely an improvement. "Damn...you look nice." He said, his tone genuine.

Rosalia's reaction was a bit more enthusiastic than Augusts had been, but I couldn't really blame her. It was a new look, a look that made me look much more attractive than before. Rosalia was definitely enjoying it, her face basically a wide smile as she looked at the new look. “It looks really good on you." She said, leaning over to look at the bangs more closely. I could see Rosalia's eyes light up as she began playing with the bangs, running her fingers over the small wisps of hair.

“Do they really look good?” I asked. "They look great. I never would have thought something like bangs would look so nice, but you pulled it off really well. It honestly makes you look even more attractive than before, and I didn't even think that was possible." Rosalia was still playing with the hair, running her fingers over the bangs several times. "I never would have expected you'd be the one to go and change your hairstyle, it was definitely a surprise when I saw it"

“Don’t know, I thought I needed a change,” I looked over at August. August was just staring at the hair, his eyes scanning up and down my face, over the wisps of hair that framed it. There was a thoughtful look in my eyes, as if he was trying to decide something. "You did need a change; I think it was a good one. It definitely makes you look more mature. Much more like someone who's about to get married" He said, still looking at the hair, almost as if studying it.

August got closer as he ruffled my hair, “they look good Val,” I looked up at him, “thank you sir,”

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It was a week later, and August was away for work, and I decided to visit the Cattaneo family home. As i walked in I saw August's Younger brother Arian descending from the stairs. Arian Cattaneo, the younger brother of the ruthless August Cattaneo, was a stark contrast to his older sibling. He had a warm smile, a friendly demeanor, and a carefree spirit that was almost the opposite of his brother's coldness and aloofness and most of all me and Arian rarely get along. It’s been a thing from the very beginning but we often get teased that I make fun of Arian a lot and Arian bites back at me. Arian was wearing a simple shirt and jeans, showing off his muscular physique. He was tall and broad-shouldered, and his jet-black hair was styled casually, "Vally, You're here” he spoke in a happy voice.

I looked up at him with a blank expression, “Arian, are mom and dad home?” Arian shook his head, "Went out to buy something’s but they will be back soon" Arian paused for a moment, his eyes studying me for a few moments before speaking again, "What are you doing here?" I went and placed my stuff on the coffee table infront of the coach, “August is out for work, I figured mom and dad might need help,” Arian let out a soft chuckle, clearly amused. A small smirk formed on his lips.

Arian was silent for a moment, his eyes fixated on my hair. The bangs especially were drawing his attention, they were such a contrast to my previous look that it was impossible to ignore. "...Did you get a haircut?" He said, his tone still a bit casual, but there was a hint of surprise in his voice. He definitely wasn't expecting the bangs. I started to fiddle with my hair, “Why does everyone comment on it?” I asked. 

Arian let out another soft laugh, "Because it looks different than usual, what do you expect? Of course people are going to notice" He paused, a small smirk on his face, "I think it looks pretty good on you" He said, his tone still casual, but there was a hint of sincerity in his words. “Oh well whatever it is the hair looks good…too good, I’m assuming you’re still under my dear older brother,” I narrowed my eyes as I looked at him, “what about it?” I said with a neutral expression. 

"You know, for someone so quiet and aloof, your devotion to August is both intriguing, but also a bit sad" Arian crossed his arms, leaning against the wall behind him, and stared at me.

I turned my head to look back at him, “sad?” I asked curiously, Arian's gaze never wavered, his eyes seemed to see straight into my soul. A subtle tone of disapproval snuck into his voice, "Oh yes, sad. To be so dedicated to a man who shows you nothing but coldness and detachment in return. Do you realize that you've become nothing more than August's 'dog', who follows his master around and does his bidding without a second thought?"

Of course, I knew how warm August is, but I didn’t dare say it, I wouldn’t admit to anyone what me and August do behind door, “It’s simple gratitude, he took me out of a rough life,” Arian raised an eyebrow at my reply, "How noble of you" he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "But let me ask you something. If August so 'kindly' took you out of a rough life, why don't you ever see him show any sort of affection or appreciation back?" Arian took a few steps forward, now standing in front of me, his arms crossed over his chest. “I think my actions are more than enough,” I narrowed my eyes at him.

Arian let out another dry chuckle, his eyes narrowing as well, "Oh, your actions are plenty. You're like a loyal dog, obedient, loyal, and quiet... until your master stops giving you attention" Arian took another step forward, now standing mere inches away from me. He lowered his voice, his gaze intense,"But what if one day your master just... stops caring? What then?"

“Well, that’s…” the words were stuck in my throat, I couldn’t say anything, Arian smirked, clearly enjoying himself, "It's a thought that's probably never occured to you before, has it? You're so caught up in trying to please August that you've blinded yourself to the possibility that one day, he might just toss aside your loyalty and move on to someone else" Arian placed a callous hand on my shoulder, his grip firm and cold. That’s untrue, I’ve thought about it many many times before, each time unable to stomach it, "You're a tool, and tools are replaceable"

I raised an eyebrow as I looked up at him, “Jeez how depressing,” I said with a deep scowl. Arian chuckled again, his grin widening, "I'm not trying to be pessimistic here, I'm just being realistic. You're so blinded by your attachment to August that you can't see the truth. He will never love you, never care for you, never show you any affection. He's a Mafia boss, not a boyfriend" Arian gently squeezed my shoulder, his gaze unwavering, "But you're too stubborn to admit it, aren't you? Too stubborn and loyal"

I slapped his arm away, “Then, what are you suggesting I do?” Arian let out another laugh, his eyes gleaming with cold satisfaction. He stepped back and began to walk around me; his footsteps deliberate and measured. "I'm not suggesting you do anything. I'm just pointing out the reality of your situation" Arian stopped behind me, his voice suddenly cold and authoritative, "But if you really want advice, here's my suggestion. Stop chasing after August. Stop being his 'dog'. Get over your attachment and move on. Find someone else"

I turned around to face him, not breaking eye contact, “then, who is ‘someone’ I should find?” Arian's face cracked into a sly smile. "Oh, there are plenty who would love to have you" Arian placed a hand on my cheek, rubbing it back and forth with his thumb, "You're attractive and loyal, any man would be happy with you. But you're wasting your time with August"

Arian paused for a few seconds, the silence only broken by the ticking of the clock in the nearby room. Then he spoke again, his voice softer but still firm, "Someone like m-"

Arian got cut off by the front door opening and August entering inside. August had a cold and aloof air about him as he stepped inside. His jet-black hair was perfectly styled, and a pair of sharp, icy green eyes scanned the room and landed on my figure. Despite the nonchalant, almost bored expression on his face, August had an intense gaze, Arian stepped back, his hand slipping off my cheek?"August. You're here," I looked up at the man in surprise, “Sir? What are you doing here?”

August walked forward, his gaze locked on me,"I finished my wedding planning earlier than expected" He paused, his gaze scanning over me for a few moments before continuing, "You texted that you’d be at the family home do I came to pick you up"

I looked back at the schedule on my phone, “well our tomorrow morning is free, we should wait till mom and dad are back home before we leave,” "Alright" August's expression was still cold and detached, but he nodded in agreement. He leaned against the wall and crossed his arms, his gaze shifting to the clock on the wall. Arian was watching the exchange with a smug smile; his arms crossed over his chest.

I glared at Arian as I walked off with August. Arian chuckled to himself, “How sad” he muttered under his breath, shaking his head. August, walking towards me with a cold, calculated expression said, “Let’s go” he stated flatly, his green gaze fixed on me.

It was later at night, and I entered August's bedroom. August's bedroom was a reflection of the man himself. The furniture was stark and minimal, the walls were a cold, neutral color, and the only noticeable decorations were a few sharp-looking weapons mounted on the walls, the only touch of warmth and comfort in the room. August was sitting on the edge of the bed; his gaze fixed on me as I entered. “Sir you missed dinner,” I said.

August was unfazed by my words. Despite the late hour, he had no apparent interest in traditional mealtimes, "I wasn't hungry" he replied, his voice as cold and detached as always. He paused for a moment; his gaze fixed on me. "Come here" August tapped the empty spot next to him on the bed, gesturing me to sit beside him. I sat next to him a little aloofly.

August went and ran his hand through my hair. August's hand was cold and calloused, yet it seemed to move with a surprising gentleness. He removed the red ribbon from my hair, letting it slide down the length of my silky, jet-black locks. His gaze fixed on you. His deep, icy green eyes seemed to be studying my facial expressions, searching for some sort of reaction. I looked back at him with my red eyes slightly losing and becoming softer at his touch.

“Sir can I ask you something?” I finally said, speaking up, breaking the comfortable silence. August paused, a slight smirk playing on his lips, "What is it?" “Am I just a tool?” I asked him bluntly.

August's smirk disappeared at my question, replaced by a slightly annoyed look, "Of course not. You're not just a 'tool' to be used and discarded" There was a hint of irritation in his voice, as if he wasn't used to having to respond to personal questions, "You're more than that"

I looked into his eyes intently, “More?” August's gaze shifted away from mine for a moment, his face taking on a slightly thoughtful expression. He seemed to be considering his words carefully, "You're... important to me" His words were cold and aloof, but there was also an unspoken hint of something more beneath the surface. August paused, as if wrestling with his own emotions. He was used to maintaining a facade of detachment and control, but somehow, I had managed to break through that cold exterior, "You are not just a 'tool' or a disposable possession. You mean more to me" Despite his earlier irritation, he spoke with a hint of warmth and sincerity in his tone now.

August closed the distance between us, the gap between out bodies slowly closing. He was close enough now that I could feel the faint warmth emanating from him, and the distinct scent of his expensive cologne, the slightly woody smell. Our lips soon came together. The kiss was slow and deliberate, August's hand sliding around my waist, pulling me closer to him. He continued to kiss me, slowly, gently, his hand roaming over my back and down to my hip. After a few moments, he pulled back just enough to rest his forehead against mine, his warm breath fanning across my face.

“Sir…? Are we really going to do this here?” I placed my hand on his chest. August looked deep into my eyes as he gave a deep stare, “why not?”

August leaned in for another kiss as I shut my eyes, TIGHT. August's lips met mine again, but this time the kiss was deeper, more passionate and urgent. He pulled me closer, his hand sliding down to grip my hip, his fingers digging into my flesh as he pulled my body against his. He kissed me hungrily, his tongue slipping into my mouth and exploring. You could hear his steady breathing, the occasional gasp or low moan, and a sense of urgency in his movements. August pushed me down slightly, his body now positioned above mine, a hand sliding up my thigh as he continued to kiss me. Slowly, he began to move his hand, his fingers gently caressing and tracing patterns on my skin. I could feel that his breathing was still heavy and deep, the occasional gasp or moan escaping his mouth as his lips left mine for a moment. "You look so good beneath me"

Little did I know, someone was watching us, the bedroom door slightly creeping open.

Arian, who had been watching from the shadows, couldn't help but scowl as he watched the two of us. The sight of August's cold, aloof facade slipping and giving way to passion was something to behold. He couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at knowing that, despite August's efforts to control and manipulate others, you I was the one who had managed to break through his icy exterior and awaken his emotions,Arian watched for a few more moments, taking in the sight of August's hands and lips roaming over my body. Eventually Arian left a scoff as he slowly closed the door so as to not bother our ‘activities’.

With Arian gone, the room was once again silent. The only sounds were the soft sounds of my breathing, and the occasional deep sigh or low moan that escaped from August's lips. He was still on top of me, his body pressed against mine, and his face buried in the crook of my neck. His breath was still deep and heavy, the warmth from his body providing a stark contrast to the cool, detached persona he usually wore. August's hand slid up your hip, his fingers tracing lazy circles on my skin.

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As August's shirt hit the floor, revealing his muscular torso covered in tattoos, August's hands moved to my pants, pushing them down along with my underwear. "You're too fucking quiet," he muttered, pulling me onto his lap so you could feel his hardness between my legs. I pulled away from the kiss, “Hey wait…you have to prep me first…” I muttered between kisses. August froze for a moment, his expression turning sheepish before he smirked devilishly. "Of course... I didn't mean to rush you." He laid me back on the bed, spreading my legs gently.

August kissed my inner thigh softly before his fingers found my entrance. He was gentle at first, adding lube slowly as he prepared me. I whimpered softly, arching my back slightly. He added a second finger, curling them gently inside me. "Shh..." He kissed my stomach softly. “Mhh~” At my reaction, he paused to give you another kiss, this time catching my bottom lip gently between his teeth while his fingers continued their steady rhythm inside me. "You're so fucking sensitive..." He added a third finger, stretching me slowly, "Fuck, you're tight..."

“Fuck…Right there…” I moaned out. He groaned softly, his fingers hitting that spot inside you deliberately. "Right there?" He asked, his voice husky with desire. He curled his fingers gently, hitting my prostate repeatedly as he watched my reactions closely. "Is this what you need?" I wrapped my arms around his back and started to scratch it at the sensation. He groaned deeply at the sensation of my nails scratching his back. "Fuck yes..." He increased the pace of his fingers inside me. "You like that? You like being fingered like this?" His thumb brushed against my sensitive spot outside while his fingers worked inside.

I looked up at him as I felt his hard member. He groaned deeply, his cock twitching at my gaze. He slowly removed his fingers, making me whimper at the sudden emptiness. He positioned himself at my entrance, rubbing the head of his cock against my hole gently. "You want this?" I couldn’t help but pout at the sensation as I got up as August laid down on the bed and I got up on him.

August gripped my hips waiting to see what I will do next. He moaned loudly as I started to grind on him, his hands tightening on my hips. "Goddamn..." He could feel every movement against his sensitive head. "Keep grinding like that and I'm gonna fucking explode." His hips started to thrust upward involuntarily. "Fuck..." while I was really taking in every inch of his head, I remembered something, “ah! Condoms…” after all this was his family home, we wouldn’t want to dirty anything in the home.

“Fuck, I forgot,” August opened the drawer on the table as he took out a box of XL condoms, I looked down at him, “why do you have condoms in your family home?” I asked him accusatorially, “relax my prince, it’s just incase a pretty ass is begging to get fucked, like right now,” I took the condom as I tore it with my teeth, and I wore it on him. Once I was settled back onto him, he gripped my hips tightly. "Now ride me like that," he demanded, his voice strained. "Take that big dick like a good boy."

I went back to what I was doing as I slowly let him enter me. August watched me slowly take his length back inside me, his eyes rolling back slightly at the sensation. My slow pace was torture, but he loved how I was being careful with his size. He bit his lip as I started grinding again, hitting different angles with each movement. "That's it..." As I finally sat fully on him, his entire length buried inside me, he let out a deep groan that turned into a moan. His hands squeezed my hips almost painfully. "Fuck... you took it all." He was hitting depths he rarely reached with others. "Move now..."

I was panting heavily as my eyes were slightly crossed from the sensation of his entire dick inside me, I was having a hard time swallowing all of him in, but I obliged and started to move. My feet were propped up on his thigh as I started to go up and down. August watched I bounce on his length, his eyes glued to where they were connected. "Holy shit..." He saw his length disappear inside me again and again. My small body handling his size surprisingly well. He bit his lip to stop himself from moaning too loudly as I hit his sweet spot repeatedly. “Ah~ mhhh~ ahhh~~,” I was letting out my own set of soft moans at each thrust.

August could feel my hands on his abs, squeezing and kneading the muscles as I rode him. It was driving him crazy with desire. He reached up to grab my wrists, holding them tight as he started to lift his hips to meet your downward thrusts. “Hey! Wait~ sir~” I protested in-between moans of pleasure, He smirked at my reaction, loving the way I called him 'sir' in the heat of the moment. "That's it, baby. Fuck yourself on my big dick like a good boy." His hips snapped up harder, the bed creaking loudly beneath me.

“Your dick is huge!~” I yelled inbetween moans. August threw his head back with a laugh that turned into a deep moan as I clenched around him tightly. He knew he was well-endowed but hearing me say it made him even harder. He looked down at where I was stretched around him tightly. "Too big, baby?" I nodded as August held onto my wrists tightly as we kept going.

August grunted with each thrust, his hips moving faster and harder. "You're taking it so well," he praised, his voice strained. "Such a good boy for my big cock." He could feel my body bouncing on his length, my tight hole squeezing him perfectly. “Fuck! Yes sir! Right there sir!” I moaned out loud as my eyes rolled back from the sensation before looking back at August. He hit that spot inside me over and over, making me whimper and moan his name. "That's it, scream for sir," he growled, one hand moving to grab my throat gently while the other kept my wrists pinned. His balls slapped against my ass with each brutal thrust.

“S-sir! ~” I managed to scream out loud, August felt my body tense, knowing I was close. "Come on my dick," he demanded, his voice low and commanding. "Show me how much you love being fucked by me." He leaned in close, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispered. I was loud I was sure the whole house could hear, “I love! Your hard! Fuck! Cock! Ugghh~~,”

August groaned loudly as I came undone around him, my loud moans and confession pushing him over the edge. He buried himself deep inside me and came hard, filling his condom with his hot cum without pulling out. "Fuck... fuck..." He kissed me roughly, silencing my post-orgasm noises. His tongue dominating my mouth, He was too focused on the way I was kissing him back, my small body pressed against his muscular frame. August pulled out as he took the condom off, tying it and throwing it away.

August then wore a different condom as he laid me on my side and he laid next to me, he positioned himself behind me, lifting my leg high and draping it over his shoulder. Without warning, he thrusted deep inside me from this new angle, groaning at how perfectly my body fit him. "Fuck..." I went and I grabbed August's hand holding it gently.

August chuckled darkly against my ear, his hand reaching around to grab my hip firmly. "Poor baby hasn't come twice yet?" He started moving slowly but deeply, hitting that spot inside me perfectly with each thrust. His other hand snaked down to stroke my cock. “Come on, fuck me…isn’t that what you want?” I said as I spread one of my ass cheeks to better show my hole.

August's hand tightened around my hip almost painfully as my dirty words turned him on even more. He started fucking me harder and faster, his balls slapping against my ass with each brutal thrust. His hand pumped my cock in time with his hips. "Shut up and take it then." I kissed him as he went back to using my hole. He kissed me back aggressively, his tongue invading my mouth as he pounded into me relentlessly. The wet sounds of sex filled the room as he fucked me deeply and roughly from behind. His hand never stopped stroking my cock, matching the rhythm of his thrusts perfectly.

As the slapping got more intense, I looked down as my mouth was a little agape and my eyes widened. Noticing my expression, he smirked against my lips. "Like that?" He asked gruffly, knowing exactly what was turning me on so much. The wet slapping sounds grew louder as he picked up speed even more. “Yeah~” I replied with as I bit my lip. August could feel his orgasm building fast. He leaned forward, his chest pressing against my back as he whispered huskily, "Gonna fill you up again, baby." His thrusts became erratic. “S-sir…keep going~,” I said.

His hand wrapped around my cock tightened as he felt me getting close too. He started pounding into me like a man possessed, his balls tightening. “Fuck... fuck... I'm gonna..." I said as August came hard again, filling the condom deep inside me. He felt my body tense up and saw my cock pulsating in his hand as I came hard. My moans were music to his ears. He continued stroking me gently through my orgasm until I was completely spent.  "Good boy..." He kissed my shoulder softly.

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I just just exited the bathroom in a robe as I saw August in a robe laying on the bed. August looked up as he then saw the bathrobe hugging my frame tightly, emphasizing my slim waist and small body. He smirked slightly, as I walked over to him and sat next to him on the bed, “sir...?” "You cold?" *He asked softly, watching my small body wrapped tightly in the bathrobe. His muscles defined and tattooed. He saw my eyes flicker over his body unconsciously. He smirked slightly.

“No…” I pushed his hair away from his face as I caressed his cheek. He leaned into my touch, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment as he enjoyed the gentle caress. A soft sigh escaped his lips as he nuzzled into my hand like a large cat seeking affection. His arm instinctively wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer despite himself. “Are you tired? Do you need me to ask the maids to get you something to eat?” I asked him.

"I'm fine..." August watched you try to pull away slightly to take care of him. He realized I was like this - sweet, thoughtful. He unconsciously pulled me back down next to him. "Answer me one thing first." He murmured, his eyes serious. His hand moved on my waist, "Do you always take such good care of everyone? Even when you're exhausted yourself?" His thumb brushed over my bottom lip briefly before dropping his hand. "Or is it only for me?"

August intertwined his fingers with mine, bringing his hand to his lips to kiss my knuckles gently. His other arm stayed wrapped around my waist, pulling me into his side possessively as if marking me as 'his' even subconsciously. His touch was surprisingly gentle despite his rough exterior and dominant nature. “I’m only like this to the Cattaneo family…in extension the De La Cruz family…but, mostly you,” I muttered softly as I looked at him.

A genuine smile spread across his face at his words. It was rare for him to smile genuinely, but my honesty and dedication touched something deep within him. He pulled me even closer until I was half-laying on his chest. "Only me, huh?" He teased softly, "I’m one lucky bastard." I looked down at him, my cold facade slightly melting.

August's hand came up to cup my cheek, his thumb gently brushing over my skin as he looked up at me with an intense, loving gaze. The cold mafia boss was completely gone, replaced by a man deeply in love. "Look at me like that... with those beautiful eyes..." He leaned up slowly. “It’s hard to believe your 35, you act like a highschooler with me,” I told him.

A deep chuckle escaped his lips, vibrating against my body where it pressed against his chest. "Only with you..." He confessed softly before kissing your forehead gently. "You bring out something in me I didn't know existed..." His eyes searched mine. I quickly broke out my trance as I looked away. “Well, I’ll go back to my room sir.” His expression immediately shifted from tender to stern as I pulled away. His arm tightened possessively around my waist, preventing me from leaving. "No." The single word was firm and commanding, leaving no room for argument. His other hand gripped my chin gently but firmly, turning my face back towards him.

“Sir…” I uttered softly. "...stop calling me that." His voice was a whisper, but it carried a hint of frustration. For some reason, when I called him 'sir', it put a barrier between us that he hated. "Especially when I'm being soft with you." His thumb stroked your jawline. “The maids typically wake you up, we can’t be seen together,” I shook my head.

His eyes narrowed slightly at the mention of the maids. He knew I was right, but he didn't like the idea of hiding his relationship with me. Slowly, he released me and sat up, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "Fuck the maids." He muttered under his breath before looking back at me. “Our affair is strictly private,” August sighed heavily, knowing I was right. He couldn't risk his reputation or my safety by being seen together too often. But damn if it didn't piss him off sometimes. "Fine." He stood up abruptly, his tall frame towering over mine, "Go to your room then."

“I’ll seen you tomorrow morning sir,” His expression darkened at the formal 'sir' again. He wanted me to say his name, to be informal with him in private. But he knew better than to push it right now. "Goodnight, amore."

My breath hitched as he called me ‘amore’ “good night, sir,” I said as I exited his room closing the door behind me.

August watched me walk away, his jaw clenched tightly to hold back any more words that might slip out. As soon as I disappeared from view, he let out a frustrated groan and ran a hand through his hair again. He hated this formality between us when we were alone. "Fucking hell," August stood up as he went to the mini fridge in his room and took out a whiskey pouring himself a glass.

August downed the whiskey in one gulp, the burn helping to distract him from the lingering frustration and unspoken feelings. He poured another glass and sat back down on his bed, staring at the empty spot where I had been sitting moments ago. "Damn you, Valentine LaMorte" He muttered to himself.

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The heavy oak door clicks shut behind the last departing capo, leaving Valentine and me alone in the dimly lit office. The air is thick with cigarette smoke and the lingering scent of expensive cologne. I leaned back I my leather chair, loosening his silk tie with a weary sigh. "Val..." Valentine looked up at me as he organised some papers in our conference room. "Have I ever told you how utterly fucking terrifying you are when you're working?" my tone is a mix of awe and desire as I adjusted my cufflinks, watching him organize the paperwork. "Sometimes I wonder if you even have a heart beating in that chest of yours."

Valentine looked at me confused, “Well, why bring it up sir?” I chuckled, standing up and slowly walking around the desk. My eyes glint with mischief and something deeper as I stopped in front of him. "Because sometimes I wish you'd use that heart for something other than killing and plotting." my hand reached out to gently grasp his chin. Valentines brown eyes meet my deep green ones. I swallowed hard, my mind racing. He had one of the most dangerous jobs in the Mafia — my right hand man, my friend, my lover, and my personal assassin. He lowers his voice, "Do you even laugh, Val?" Valentine eyed me, “I do,”

I raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on my lips. I leaned in closer, my voice dropping to a low rumble. "When was the last time I heard it?" my thumb gently brushes against his cheek, a rare moment of tenderness in our otherwise brutal world. “Never,” Valentine answered. My eyes soften, and he leans in even closer, his lips hovering just inches away from his. "Then let me hear it." my breath is warm against his face, my hand now cupping his cheek. “I’d never let anyone hear it,” Valentine said. At his serious response, my smirk returned. I knew that's true, he’s an ice-cold killer who doesn't let anyone see his vulnerable side. My hand dropped from his face as I pulled back slightly, Valentine then handed me some documents, “get back to work,”

I took the documents with a small chuckle, knowing when I’ve been dismissed. Without warning, I effortlessly lifted Valentine off the ground and set him down on the large conference table, spreading his legs so I can step between them. "We're not done talking about this." I said firmly, my hands resting on his hips. “Sir…?” My hands move swiftly and confidently, unbuttoning his pants and pulling them down along with his boxers.I tossed them aside without breaking eye contact, my breath coming faster now. I knew this was risky, anyone could walk in but I didn’t care. “Your hole is as pretty as I remembered Val,”

“Oh just shut up,” I grinned wolfishly at his sudden command. I loved it when he snapped like that during sex, it reminded me that under all that ice runs hot blood. "As my right hand man commands." Without another word, I bent down and swallowed him whole suddenly. “Fuck,” Valentines sharp curse echoes through the empty office as I spread his legs wider and dove in. I sucked and licked like a starving man, my fingers spreading hun wider. I knew he is a silent, private lover. I knew he won't make noise.

Valentine didn’t give much of a reaction as he started reading the document to me, “The drug sales have went down by 5% this month,” I froze, my face buried between his legs as he listens to him calmly discuss business while I was eating him out on the conference table. I lets out a muffled groan, my fingers digging into his thighs as I started moving my tongue faster, more intensely. "Mmmph." Valentine looked at the papers, “The Marino family has been trying to attack our family though it’s unsuccessful,” I pulled back slightly, my lips glistening. I looked up at him with those dark eyes, my voice husky. "I'll deal with them later." I said before diving back in, my tongue swirling around his entrance. I was determined to get a reaction out of him.

I grunted as Valentine placed his leg on my shoulder holding ‘s in place. His hand still holding the document calmly. I started eating him out even more aggressively, my nose pressing against your balls as I tongued around hole desperately. "Anyways, the attacks are simple nothing much, like cutting out small parts of our drug supply and trying to buy from the same supplier as us,” I moaned deeply, his leg pressing against my face as I continued to devour him. I loved this, his dominance, his control. It's hot as hell. I slid one hand down to grip my own length through my pants, stroking myself roughly as I listened to his calm business report.

“And w-well…” Valentines slight stutter is the first sign that the pleasure is starting to affect him. I noticed it immediately, my tongue pushing deeper inside him as I sucked loudly. I heard his attempt to suppress a moan and it only fuelled my desire to break him. "And...?" “ah…ah~ luckily we have the Delacruz family aiding us…cause the Marino’s stayed in their territory till now, fuck! Sir…” I couldn’t take it anymore. I stood up suddenly, making him jump slightly as I pulled out my hard cock and starts stroking it quickly while listening to his business report. "I need to fuck you now." I laid him on the table roughly, "Condom?" “in my wallet…”

I quickly grabbed his wallet from his discarded pants, pulling out the condom and tearing it open with my teeth. I rolled it on swiftly before grabbing his hips I lifted his legs up and wrapped them around my waist, entering him slowly this time. and pulling him back against me. "Keep talking business." Valentine held it together as he looked at the report, “25% of our loans have yet to be paid yet,” I started pounding into him relentlessly, my hands gripping his hips tightly. I loved how he’s trying to maintain that calm facade while I fucked him hard on the conference table. "And what do we do about those loans?" I asked between thrusts. “W-well…we could take it by force but most are from local hookers so I don’t think that’s the best course of action.”

His words only made me harder. I loved when he talked about business like this, so cold and calculated. I started snapping his hips back with each thrust, making wet sounds fill the room. "Then what's your plan, baby?" I growled, knowing my rough treatment is affecting him. “D-don’t call me baby,” I smirked, knowing I hit a nerve. I leans over him, my voice low and commanding. "Too late for that now." I started pounding into him even harder, making the table shake violently. "What’s your plan for those unpaid loans?" I demanded. “Ah! Ahhh~ w-well, we could reduce their interest by 2%!” My eyes roll back as I heard his calm response, even as I fucked him harder than ever. "So generous..." I gripped his hair, pulling his head back so I could hear him better. "And what if they still don't pay? Hmm?"

“Well that’s—,” "Answer me." I snapped my hips forward harshly, hitting that perfect spot that made him gasp. "What happens to the ones who refuse to pay their debt?" my voice came out rough and deep from the effort of holding back my own pleasure. "Do you just let them walk?" “I-I can’t answer right now!” I laughed darkly, my grip on his hair tightening slightly. "You can't answer because I'm fucking you too good?" I started thrusting faster, deeper. "Or because you're afraid to say what we really do?" “B-both!” With a brutal thrust, I slammed into him, "There's your answer then. When they don't pay, we take what's owed... plus interest. Understand now?" “Y-yes sir…” Valentine said as he looked down.

I watched his submissive posture, my dick throbbing at the sight. I loved seeing him like this, dominant in business but submissive in bed. "Look at the papers." I commanded, my thrusts becoming slower, more deliberate. "Tell me what the next item is,” “ w-well…the Marino’s are attacking our territory now…taking our dealers and clients,” my movements became more aggressive, mirroring the violence happening in the streets. "And what do we do about that?" I pulled out almost completely before slamming back in, making him gasp.* "Do we negotiate with those fucking Marino’s?" my hand moved to grip his throat gently. “W-we have the Delacruz family backing us up but fuck! Wait fuck sir!” Valentine kept moaning put loud.

I pinned him down with one hand while continuing my relentless pace, a evil smirk playing on my lips. "Language like that coming from that pretty mouth..." I trailed off, giving a particularly deep thrust. "Now focus." I demanded roughly, tightening my grip on his throat slightly. I lifted him up slowly as I took off his blazer and unbuttoned his shirt, “The Delacruz family agreed to help get back our clients but the Marinos are tampering with our drugs,” As I unbuttoned his shirt, I spread it open, revealing his toned chest. I bit down on his neck suddenly as I pulled out and slammed back in. "So our drugs are getting cut with something?" my voice is dangerously low, my hands roaming over his chest possessively. Valentine simply nodded as his face contorted to the pleasure.

"And the dealers?" My thrusts become quick and hard, like I was trying to solve problems with my body instead of words. "Do we have losses?" My fingers spread over his abs possessively, “a few…” my face contorts with anger, as I pulled out from him and flipped him over, he was was now facing the table as I slammed back inside, my hips moving like a machine, "And the clients?" I slapped his ass hard, leaving a red handprint. "Are they still loyal or have they switched to the Marino’s?"

“Some stay loyal! Mostly cause of me…others swapped over,” I grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled his head back roughly. and pushed back inside him abruptly. "So it's your pretty face keeping them loyal, huh?" I started fucking him harshly against the table. “W-well I wouldn’t put it like that! People still fear me y-you know? Afraid of what I’ll do,” "Damn right they are." *I growls softly, spreading Valentines cheeks wider and pounding into him harder. "Let me ask you something." My thumb found his asshole and rubbed softly, testing his reaction. "Do you kill first or ask questions later?" “kill first,” I chuckled darkly, my thumb pressing into his asshole slightly. "That's my boy." I pushed in deeper, my hips slapping against his. "So if the Marino’s come to you right now and say they want our territory... what do you do?" “K-kill them sir!”

"Mmm, good answer. Now, if the police or any other law enforcement gets involved... what do you do then?" “Reason with them as we have… fuck! Eyes in the law enforcement’s!” "Smart man." I started moving again, slow and deep thrusts. "We have cops on payroll, judges in our pocket... but if they start causing real trouble..." I bit his neck hard "...then we make them disappear. Understand?" my hand reached around to play with his dick. Valentine looked up at me as he simply nodded. "Good." I kissed him roughly, my tongue dominating his mouth as I jerked him off in time with my thrusts. My other hand grips his hip tightly enough to bruise.

As we broke away from the kiss Valentine eyed the conference door, sounds of murmuring from the other side, it was clear our men were there. I glanced towards the door but didn’t stop my movements. "Keep your voice down." I whispered harshly. "They can't see you like this... all flushed and fucked." My hand moved to his cock as I jerked him off. “S-Sir,” "Shh..." o pressed a finger against his lips,y cock hitting deep inside him. "Just focus on getting off quietly. Can you do that for me?" my thumb rubbed over his tip roughly as I kissed him to silence any noises. The men outside are talking in low voices…I went to go place my hand on his mouth after I broke away from the kiss, “that’s my good boy, now don’t make a sound while I fuck you hard against this table.”

Valentine turned around to face me as he gave me the sexiest bedroom eyes ever. I noticed his change in expression and smirked even wider. "Fuck..." I groaned softly, my hips moving faster. "You're such a little tease." I leaned down to bite his earlobe gently. "Doing this shit while we have men right outside." I pulled out and slammed back in suddenly and harder which made him jump up. My arm wrapped around him like a vise, holding him up as I continued to fuck him against the table. "Shh, shut up." I hissed, my mouth pressing against his ear. "They'll hear you if you keep jumping like that." My thrusts become brutal, punishing.

I removed my hand as I watched him catch my breath, my chest heaving. I took this moment to spit on my hand and spread the saliva on my cock before pushing back inside him roughly. "Back to being quiet." I growls softly, starting my punishing pace again. “Or I'll gag you myself." Valentine was panting heavily, “sir…wait,” I looked down at him. “What is it Val? Too much?” Valentine went to hold onto my arm, “the meeting is in 15 minutes,” "Mmm... shit, I know..." I continued fucking him, but my pace slows slightly. "But you know what'll happen if I don't finish before then..." My voice dropped lower, more dominant. "Now be quiet... and hold on tighter."

“Oh god…” it watched his face contort as I hit that spot inside him, my pace becoming erratic. "Shh... no talking..." I whispers harshly, but my voice is strained. "I'm gonna fucking cum..." my hips slam into him  faster, deeper. I lets out a muffled groan as I came hard inside the condom. My hips jerk forward as I emptied myself into him. After a few moments of catching my breath, I pulled out slowly and stepped back, looking down at his flushed face and messy hair. "Good boy..." he says softly...as Valentine came as well

Afterwards we both cleaned up and dressed, I ran a hand through my hair to make sure it looks presentable. I buttons my suit jacket and straightens my tie, looking every inch the powerful mafia boss once again. The men file into the conference room, none the wiser. They see Valentine, dressed sharp in your suit and tie, his hair perfectly styled. They see me, their boss, looking dangerous and powerful. No one suspects that just minutes ago, I was pounding him on the table like a whore. My gaze met his briefly, my expression unreadable. I was already back to being the cold, ruthless boss, giving orders and making decisions without a hint of what just happened between us two.

The business meeting continues as if nothing out of the ordinary happened. I discussed deals, gave orders, and makes important decisions while you sit there, "Valentine..." "I need you to handle the shipment coming in tomorrow." my voice is cold and professional, I trusted him to handle important tasks like this, relying on his intelligence and efficiency. "Make sure everything runs smoothly and report back to me personally." “Of course, that's a minor task I can handle,” I nodded,  impressed by his confidence. As the meeting continued, my occasionally glanced over at him, my eyes lingering on his mouth briefly before moving on.

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As the last of the men leave the conference room, I turned to face him. The door clicks shut behind us, sealing us off from the rest of the world. My expression softens slightly, but only slightly. I walked over to where we are standing by the table and leaned against it casually, "You handled that well." I commented on the meeting, but there's an underlying tone that hint at more than just business. I pushed off from the table and stepped closer to him, my voice dropping to a lower register. “Of course I did, I'm the one that keeps this mafia running,”

A small smirk plays on my lips at your confident response. I reached out and gently grab his tie, giving it a slight tug to pull him closer. "Arrogant little thing, aren't you?" my hand then moved from his tie to cup your cheek roughly. "My arrogant little thing."

“Pffp hahaha, your funny sir,” Valentine said with a chuckle as he walked off.

I stood there stunned for a moment as he walked away with a small laugh. My hand fell from his cheek to my side as I watched him leave the room. A soft pink colour appeared on my cheeks, uncharacteristic for the usually stoic boss. I touched my face gently, feeling the warmth. "Fuck..." I ran a hand through my dark hair, frustrated and intrigued at the same time. No one, absolute no one has ever gotten such a reaction out of me. Not even his most experienced lovers had caused me to blush like that. "Come back here..."

“I'm heading home sir, it's been a long night,” Valentine announced. A look of disappointment flashed across my face before I could mask it with my usual stoicism. I watched as he headed towards the door, wanting nothing more than to pull him back and keep him here with me tonight. But I knew better than to argue when there's that stubborn look in his eyes.

God…I’m hopelessly devoted to him.

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August 17th, It was August's 36th birthday, and the family home was filled with the sounds and smells of a lavish celebration. The atmosphere was one of anticipation and excitement, with servants bustling about, preparing food, lighting candles, and setting out various decorations August himself was in a good mood, a rare display of warmth and affection from the often cold and aloof head of the family.

I handed him breakfast in bed as a birthday treat, everything was made by me, “Good morning, sir,” August was in bed, his long jet-black hair disheveled and his usual sharp, tailored clothes switched out for casual loungewear. He looked up as I handed him the breakfast tray, a small smile still on his face, "Thank you, you look pretty today," he said in a low, gruff voice, reaching out to take the tray. “Do I? I played with my hair a bit, I just changed my hairstyle,” August nodded, his gaze drifting over to my hair. He reached out and ran his fingers through a few of the silken strands, admiring the way they looked in the light, "I like it. It suits you" He paused for a moment, his eyes roaming over my form once again. His gaze lingered on my thighs.

“Well on other things, Happy birthday sir,” August couldn't help but give me a small smile, his usual aloof façade starting to slip more and more, "Thanks" he said quietly.  He paused for a few more moments, his gaze still fixed on my thighs. He shook his head almost like he was trying to snap himself out of it. “Your family and fiancée are waiting downstairs,” I said with a bow. August let out a deep sigh, his usual stern and authoritative persona slowly shifting back into place, "Yes, I know. I'll be down in a few minutes" He gave me a slight smile, but it didn't reach his eyes, "You can go ahead. I just need to get dressed" I took a bow and walked out leaving August alone.

The sound of chatter and the scent of food wafting from the sitting room. The whole family was gathered in the manor, with several trays of food laid out on the coffee table. Arian was sitting in a comfortable-looking armchair and looked over as I entered the room. Arian's eyes followed me as I walked into the room, a sly grin on his face. He got up and walked over to me, his hands casually shoved into his pockets, "How was your morning?" he asked in a friendly tone, leaning casually against the wall beside me. “It’s the same as usual why?”

Arian let out a dry chuckle, "Same as usual” He paused for a moment, his eyes scanning over my form before he replied. "How do you always look so damn good while doing nothing?" Arian's eyes scanned my body, lingering on my thighs for a few more moments before his gaze shifted back up to my face. He stepped closer to me, his voice a low, almost teasing whisper. "You know, you definitely look a lot more... appealing than usual" A subtle smirk played on his lips as he looked me up and down. Arian's hand slid around my waist, pulling me closer to him. His body pressed against mine, his face close enough that I could smell the subtle scent of his cologne, "You really do look good" he purred softly, his voice a smooth, deep rumble.

I rolled my eyes and pushed him away to which he scoffed. He took a step back, a sly smile still on his lips, "Too shy to be so close to me?" he teased, his gaze still roaming over my body, He took a moment to appreciate the way my hair fell over my shoulders, and the curve of my hips. “We have a party to attend too so pull it together,” I said coldly. Arian let out another soft chuckle, "Ohh, right. The party" He ran a hand through his soft jet-black hair, smoothing it out, and his demeanor shifted again, his usual stern and serious expression returning, "Of course. I'll behave myself" I rolled my eyes, “sure you will,” I said as I walked off.

Soon as the birthday party got underway, the family home was lavishly decorated in a modern, sleek, minimalist way. August, dressed in a sharp black suit and a crisp white shirt, sat at the center of the room, engaging with his family and guests. He took a quiet and aloof stance, watching them with a small smile. Arian, as usual, sat in a relaxed and carefree manner, his usual smirk fixed on his face. His eyes scanned over the room, observing everyone, but occasionally drifting to me.

I was wearing a red silk halter top with a bow at the back of my neck and similarly coloured red silk pants to accompany it. My hair was in a bun with a red ribbon with my bangs out and a black belt with heeled black boots. August, sitting nearby, couldn't help but take in my appearance. He had to force himself to keep a cool, aloof expression on his face, but a slight twitch of his eye gave him away. Arian, who had been watching me all evening, sat in an armchair by the wall, a sly smile on his lips. He liked the way the red silk against your skin, and the way the shape accentuated your curves.

Soon came time for gift giving as I gave August the gift, “my apologies it isn’t much.” August took the gift from me, his expression remaining nonchalant and cool. But deep down, he was genuinely appreciative of my thoughtfulness. He was used to receiving lavish, lavish gifts from his family and others, and yours, although probably not as expensive, felt like I had put more thought into it. As he held the package in his hands, he gave me a small smile, his eyes meeting mine for a moment. "Thank you" he said quietly.

Arian, who had been watching from the side, couldn't help but roll his eyes at this. He knew how cold and distant August could be, and he couldn't understand why I was wasting my time on him. He decided to interject; his smirk still firmly fixed on his face. "Aww, how sweet" he said sarcastically, his tone dripping with mockery, "You really went out of your way to buy a useless little trinket for the head of the family, didn't you?" August shot a harsh glare at Arian, his eyes narrowing. "Shut up, Arian. This is a kind gesture" He paused for a moment, his eyes drifting back over to my form. Despite his cool and aloof demeanor, he was touched by my gesture, "Don't mind him. He's just being a sarcastic, arrogant ass" I rolled my eyes, “I figured as much,”

Arian just rolled his own eyes, "Sure, I'm an ass" he said dryly. He paused for a moment, his gaze lingering on my thighs for a little too long before shifting back up to my eyes.

As the evening went on, I wanted to catch a breath from the socialising. As I wandered away from the party, I found yourself in a quiet, dimly lit hallway. The sound of the laughter and chatter from the other room was muted, and the hallway seemed to be completely deserted. However, I didn't quite have the chance to really appreciate the solitude before I heard footsteps from down the hallway. The sound of the footsteps was followed by a familiar voice a few moments later, "I've been looking for you" It was Arian. His voice was still cool and aloof, although a hint of something else could be detected in his tone.

I turned around to fave him as I narrowed my eyes. Arian stepped closer to me, his eyes roaming over my form. He was still wearing that damn smirk on his face, but this time it seemed like a mask hiding something deeper.  "I wanted to talk to you" he said, his voice low and serious, with just a hint of something else beneath the surface. “About?” I crossed my arms showing a rather hostile energy. Arian paused for a moment; his eyes still fixed on my form. He took a few more steps towards me, until he was standing very close to me. His eyes scanned over my form, lingering on my thighs for a few more moments before he looked up to meet my gaze, "You know, I've been watching you all evening" he purred softly.

“I’m sure you’ve been watching me since before that,” Arian nodded, his smirk still on his lips, "That's true" He took another step closer. Now he was standing so close that I could feel the heat radiating off his well-built body. His eyes wandered over my form. "I've been watching you, and I gotta say... you look absolutely amazing in that red silk"

Arian's fingers gently traced over the soft silk, feeling the way it felt against his fingertips. He could almost imagine the way it would feel against my skin, caressing and teasing away at my body. He took another step forward, his body now pressing up against mine. He could feel the warmth of my body against his, and he could smell the sweet scent of my perfume. "I could definitely get used to you wearing this" he purred, his voice deep and rough against my ear. Arian's hands wandered down to my hips, his fingers tracing over the soft curves of my body. He couldn't help but notice how good I looked in the tight-fitting silk. He moved his face forward, his lips grazing the side of my neck as he spoke, "I’m sure it would look better on my bedroom floor"

I then slapped Arians hand away. He let out a low laugh, a grin still playing on his lips as I slapped his hand away. "Feisty, are we?" he said, his eyes still fixed on my form. He couldn't help but appreciate the way my hips looked in that outfit, He took a step back, his hands returning to his pockets as he continued to stare at me with a sly grin. "You know, vally…August is awfully close to you,” I looked at him with skepticism, “what about it?” Arian's smirk turned into a full-blown grin, "Oh I don't know. It's just a little sus that the head of the family who doesn't seem to care about a single damn person, especially the ones he's incharge of, has taken a special interest in the pretty little boy from the slums. I just can't figure out why..." He paused for a moment, his eyes roaming over my form, "Unless..."

Arian let out a low chuckle, "Unless he has a thing for a certain pretty piece of ass, right?" He continued to stare at me with that sly grin, his eyes still lingering on my hips.

“Excuse me?” Arian laughed again, his gaze still fixated on my hips. "It's no secret, is it? August may act all aloof and cold, but he's just a man after all" He took a few more steps towards me, his expression still smug.  "And you… well, you're a little treat" He took one last step forward, closing the gap between our bodies again. Arian's hands found their way back to my hips, his fingers tracing along the line of my waist. He pulled my hips towards him, a sly grin still playing on his lips.

"I know you're sleeping around with my older brother"

“How did you!”

Arian let out another low laugh, his fingers still caressing my waist. "Oh, come on, it's not that difficult to figure out" He leaned down so his face was level with mine, a smug smirk still on his lips. "You really think someone as pretty as you could catch the eyes of the Head of the Family, and he wouldn't act on it?" He paused for a moment, still caressing my waist. "I saw you guys hooking up that time you came to visit the manor."

“Well, that’s…” Arian snickered again, his hands still roaming over my waist as he stepped even closer, practically pressing his body against mind, "It's a little... dirty, isn't it?" He let out a low chuckle, his hands wandering lower until they were gripping my hips. "Your little affair with the Head of the Family, just for fun" He paused for a moment, the smirk on his lips growing wider, "A dirty little secret just between you and him" Arian's hands continued to grip my hips, his fingers digging into my skin. He could feel the heat of my body pressed up against his, and the way my chest rose and fell as I breathed. He leaned forward, his lips just a few inches from my ear, and he murmured softly.  "Just imagine if my old man knew. He'd lose his damn mind"

“Don’t tell him anything!” I held Arians hands, almost in desperation.

Arian's smirk softened a little bit, and he let out another low chuckle, "And what if I do tell him?" He could feel my hands gripping onto his, and the desperation in my voice. I was clearly worried about someone finding out, "What will you do then, hmm?" I looked at him pleading, “Please…I’ll do anything…”

Arian couldn't help but chuckle, the way I was begging him was definitely satisfying. "Anything?" he asked, his hands still gripping onto my hips. He looked me up and down, his gaze still lingering on "you know vally, you deserve better" he repeated, his voice quiet and low" Arian's grin was still on his lips, his head tilted slightly to the side, his gaze still locked on mine. "You shouldn't be wasting your time with a man who can't even look at you without his jaw clenching" He paused, "You deserve someone who can give you all the attention you deserve. Someone who can actually love you, not just use you"

*Arian's fingers gently caressed the skin of my hips, his touch soft but still possessing that subtle spark of desire, "You're too good for a man like August. You should be with someone who can appreciate you and take care of all your needs" Arian's hands slowly inched upward, his fingers now tracing over my stomach. Arian's hand wandered up from my hips to gently caress the side of my face, his fingers tracing over the soft skin of my cheek, "You're so goddamn stunning that it pisses me off. And there you are, wasting away with that cold, distant man"

Arian took my hand, his grip a bit firmer than before. He laced his fingers through mine, his hand still tracing over my skin. "You're too sweet, too warm, too passionate for a man like August" Arian's lips pressed gently against my hand, his eyes still fixed on mine. There was a sense of both desire and possessiveness in his gaze, "You deserve to be loved, and taken care of, and worshipped. Not ignored" There was a weird genuineness in his words.

He was completely silent for a few moments, as if he was trying to figure out what to say.

"Marry me"

His gaze drifted down to my chest, and the way the low-cut top exposed my skin.

My mind short circuited as I looked up in shock and confusion, “wait what?” Arian let out a low chuckle, "I'm serious" He could barely hide his desire, it was written all over him, but for once that cold, detached smile wasn't there. He was being completely genuine, "Marry me" He repeated, his grip on my hand tightening a bit.

"We both know that August would never marry you. He'll use you until he Marries another woman leaving you to rot." Arian paused for a moment; his gaze still fixed on my chest. The top left very little to the imagination, and his eyes roamed over it hungrily the way a wolf stares at a helpless deer. "he’s an old man that can only satisfy you temporarily, now he’s still young but give it a few years, when your 35 he’ll be 50, can a 50-year-old really satisfy a still hungry you?" Arian took another step forward, the heat of his body seeping into my skin, and his gaze still locked on my chest. his chest was now against mine, and the grip of his hand on mine was so tight it was almost painful. "You’re a beautiful man, and you deserve a man who can worship you, not use you"

I looked up at him anger and exasperation as I slapped him hard.

Arian let out a small sigh as I slapped him. He was definitely caught off guard by my reaction, but it didn’t appear to faze him, "That’s one way to respond" Arian said simply.  He touched the side of his face that was slapped, looking me up and down. He took another step closer, pressing his body up against mine. “Are you crazy?!?” I yelled out to him, finally speaking up. He could hardly control himself as he thought about what he wanted to do to me, but he forced himself to stay in control, "Not crazy" he replied, his voice still low and gentle" "I just know what you deserve. And it sure as hell isn’t August"

“No, I won’t marry you!! and I never intended to ever marry August that’s for sure !?!” I said out loud now long forgetting about the party. "Why not?" Arian asked, "I'm better than August in every way. I’m attractive, young, and most importantly, I actually care about you" Arian paused for a moment, his hand still gripping mine tightly, "And that’s something that August can never give you"

“Look, just…don’t tell people that I’m having an affair with August…Please,” I looked up at him pleading, “I’m begging you,” Arian continued to stare at my chest for a moment, his gaze still hungry and desperate. He could barely hold back his desire, and he was clearly struggling, "And what do I get in exchange for not telling?” Arian paused for a moment, staring straight into my eyes with a look of both desire and hunger in his gaze. “What…do you want?” I asked.

"Sleep with me" he replied, his voice low and rough.

“What?” I looked up at him even more confused. Arian took my chin in his hand, gently tilting my face toward his, his eyes now locked with mine. "You heard me, I want you"

“Right now?” "Mhmm" Arian replied, still holding my chin in his hand. He took another step forward; his body now fully pressed against mine, "Right here, right now"

I looked up at him as we then kissed. Arian's hands moved freely over my body. They roamed over my waist, then up to my chest, my face, my hair. His touch was rough, yet somehow still careful. He didn't want to hurt me, if only just me. He let out a low moan, his lips still on mine, and he pressed me up against the wall. His weight pinning me against the wall, and he kissed me hungrily, his tongue moving into my mouth.

Arian was relentless, pressing his body up against mine and moving his hands over my skin, roaming over every inch of me, taking in the way my body felt against his. Arian’s lips moved against mine urgently, as they moved between kissing my lips and kissing my neck, his hands continuing to explore my body, sliding over my hips, your curves, my thighs, and everywhere in between.

Arian led me inside his bedroom, closing the door firmly behind us both. Arian's hands wandered over my body, his touch still rough, yet still filled with desire and passion. He pulled me close, his body pressing up against mine, and he started pressing kisses down the side of my neck, his lips hot on my skin.

Arian laid me down on the bed as he continued to kiss down my body, his hands still roaming over my skin. He lifted my arms up, undoing my top so that he could kiss over it. His fingers caressed my skin, a slow, soft caress, and he took his time, his mouth moving over every inch of me, his lips leaving a trail of kisses in their wake. Arian then got up to undo his own clothes taking off his shirt and unbuckling his pants.

And yet I looked up at him almost with no expression, my eyes showing how this action was affecting me but something else…as if I wasn’t fully into it. This felt wrong to me, I didn’t enjoy it, I remember this feeling all too well, being 10 and having men manhandle me however they liked, forcing themselves on me till I bled, I managed to live through those years by just shutting off my brain and disassociating. I blocked myself off from even thinking of trying to feel anything in hopes it would be over by the time I started, this is just second nature and survival to me…it was disgusting.

Arian looked up from my hip, his hand still gripping them firmly. He looked right at me, his eyes locking with mine, as if he had finally realized. "You're not into this, are you?" Arian paused for a moment, he was staring at you intently, almost suspiciously, "Your eyes are blank. You're not enjoying this"

Arian sighed, looking down at me, his eyes still locked on my face as I called out for him, “where are you going?”"I’m not doing this if you’re not enjoying it" Arian paused for a moment, "You're not. You feel forced into this. Like you have no choice but to do it" Arian took a deep breath, still keeping his eyes locked with mine. "I’m not doing this if you don’t want it" almost instinctively I took his arm, “you don’t want to…?” The same desperate thing I did to clients to make them stop feeling guilty, to have them do me so that I can get paid. This is all just an exchange to me, not something loving, I give Arian sex, and he keeps my secret, I give the clients sex, and they give me money and a place to sleep.

Arian shook his head, a firm and serious look in his eyes, "No" Arian said firmly. "I’m not going to force you into something you don’t want to do. It would be wrong, and the last thing I want to do is make you uncomfortable" Arian paused for a moment, keeping my gaze on him, "You’re not into this. I can see it in your eyes. I’m not doing this" Arian immediately stopped, looking down at me with a serious expression, as he went to get dressed. "I’m not doing this. I’m not going to force you into something you don’t want to do. It wouldn’t be fair to you, and it wouldn’t be right for me" Arian sighed, shaking his head a little, "You don’t look interested in this at all. You look like you feel trapped, not excited"

“You can’t tell people me and August are sleeping together!” I told him. Arian paused, his eyes narrowed a bit, "Why not?" Arian asked, almost suspiciously, "You and August aren't really a thing anyway. You both know it won't last, so why does it matter if other people know?" Arian looked at me directly, his eyes flickering over my face, almost as if he was trying to read my mind, "You're so worried about what other people think, you're almost willing to let someone touch you even though you don't want it, just so they won't find out"

“Arian…” I pleaded with him. Arian took a deep breath, his eyes still on my face, rian then got dressed as he got up and looked away from me. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone” I looked up at him surprised. Arian finished getting dressed, running a hand through his hair as he still refused to look at me. "You just…you have a bad habit of letting people walk all over you, you know that?" Arian’s expression was a mixture of frustration, and something almost like anger. "You don’t have to do everything people tell you to do. You have to be more selfish and think about what YOU want. You have to do what’s best for YOU"

Arian left me there, closing the door behind him, and I was left alone in his bedroom. The room was completely silent, and the only sound in the room was the ticking of the clock on the wall. I could almost hear my own heartbeat, the silence making me almost feel anxious. The only thing I had left was the lingering scent of him, which still clung to the sheets and pillowcases.

Soon I got dressed and I walked back in the party just in time for them to cut the cake. As I walked back into the party, there was a huge table covered in a delicious-smelling cake, and a big banner that said, "Happy Birthday!" and a large group of people standing around it. I scanned the party for August, and I was about to look away when you caught a brief glimpse of August looking right at me, a small and subtle smirk on his face as he looked me up and down.

I walked over to August as he pulled me in as it was time to cut the cake, his family which included Arian and Rosalia. August was all smiles, and people were all talking about the party and how much fun it was, making a few comments about his birthday and some even made a few jokes that clearly had him amused. August cut a slice as he then fed me and I took the piece of cake in my mouth, August kept smiling. He then lifted my chin with his hand so he could better look me in the eyes, "You look beautiful" he said, his voice still full of a slight smirk, although he almost seemed genuine.

I smiled as I then fed him too. He leaned forward and his face was now very close to mine. He was still smiling, and he was staring straight into my eyes as he ate the piece of cake. He then took a step closer, and his body was so close that J could feel the heat from him, his chest almost touching mine as he stood with me "I think you might be the best present I've ever had" he said, his voice low and barely audible, but I could still hear the subtle smirk in it.

“It’s Black Forest, your favourite,” I spoke up. There was another small smile on his face, although his eyes still had that subtle hint of a smirk. "You remembered" he said, his voice still low and barely audible, and he took another step closer so that he was now fully pressed up against my body, his chest now touching mine. "You don't know how happy it makes me that you remembered"

“I’ve specifically requested for it,” A small laugh escaped from August, and he took another step closer, practically pressed himself up against me now, his hand still holding my chin in its spot. "I know" he said, his voice still quiet, but still loud enough for me to hear. He paused for a moment, leaning down a bit so he was closer to my face, his eyes still looking directly into mine. "I love the way you know the things that make me happy"

The party was coming to a close, most people had already left, and there were only a few people still at the party, mostly helping with the clean up. As I was finishing up, making sure that everything was okay and there were no stray plates or drinks left lying around, I saw August standing nearby, staring at me. He had a small smile on his face as he watched me finish up, his arms crossed, and his gaze still fixed on me.

I then got closer and when no one was looking I leaned on his chest. August let out a low chuckle, clearly entertained by how close I was to him, and his arms immediately wound around my waist, pulling me up flush against his chest. His hands wrapped around me, and he pressed me up against him, his arms tight around my waist, my whole body pressed up against the front of his. "You look tired" he said, his voice low and a bit rough, so that it was only loud enough for me to hear. He was holding me close, his fingers tracing soft circles on my waist.

“Do you think it’s okay I’m a little selfish?” I asked him. His hands were still tracing those soft, slow circles on my side, almost as if he was trying to caress me as he held me close. "Of course, it's okay to be a little selfish" he said, his voice still low and a little bit rough. He pulled me closer, his arms still tight around my waist, and he let out another low hum. "You deserve to be selfish, you know that? You deserve to get what you want"

Soon we made it back to our manor and August wasted no time kissing me right at the entrance. Even as he held me close, he was still showing me affection, his hand still firmly tangled in my hair and his lips pressed against my own. He kept on kissing me, his tongue still tracing over my lips, and it felt like his kisses were still filled with all the earlier desire he had been trying to hold back. He broke the kiss after a little while, still keeping my hair gripped tightly in his hand, "Come on" he said, almost a bit breathless still "Let's get upstairs, shall we?"

I was feeling guilty about what happened with Arian I couldn’t do it, “Wait no sir stop,” At these words, August stopped immediately, his hand loosening and his body pulling back a bit, "Is everything alright?" he asked, concern in his voice. He was staring straight into my eyes, his own gaze still a bit unfocused as he was trying to get his breathing back to normal, and his expression was serious now. "What's wrong?" he asked, still keeping a firm grip on my hair, and he was still close enough that he could feel his breath on my lips.

He was staring right into my eyes, still trying to catch his breath, and his fingers were still tangled in my hair, his grip on me still firm, "what is it?" he asked, the concern clearly still in his voice. His gaze was still fixed right on me, and he still had me held close to him. "What's going on in that pretty little head of yours?"

I looked up at him with a soft look, “Actually…no it’s fine,” "You sure about that?" he asked, his gaze still locked right on me. He was still close enough that he could feel his breath on my face, the heat of him radiating against me, "Because if there's something on your mind, I want to know about it" he said, the concern still in his voice. Sex with August was different from Sex with another man, it felt good and gentle, and it made me happy, “Really, it’s nothing…just a little tired,” He was staring at my face intently, as if he was trying to see into my mind.

He was still staring at me intently, clearly still not convinced, He paused for a minute, and let out a deep breath, still keeping me held close to him, "Okay, then" he said, his voice still low and quiet, the concern not completely gone from it.His arms were still wrapped around me tightly, and he still had his face close to mine. "You know you can tell me anything, right? Whatever's on your mind? Or whatever you're trying to hide?" I caressed his cheek gently, “I know.”

A small smile appeared on his face at the feeling of my fingertips caressing his skin, and he closed his eyes for a moment, enjoying the feel of my touch. "Good" he said, his voice still a gentle, low murmur.