Total pages in book: 148
Estimated words: 147734 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 739(@200wpm)___ 591(@250wpm)___ 492(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 147734 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 739(@200wpm)___ 591(@250wpm)___ 492(@300wpm)
It’s so unlike him to ghost me, not when he was the pushiest pushy of all fucking pushers.
He did say he only wanted to fuck once and that’s it. But that wasn’t fucking.
I think.
My experience in gay sex is limited to Google searches, some porn, and an unhealthy amount of Reddit threads. Let’s say I went down a rabbit hole after that night.
Yes, the night I had an existential crisis and came to the conclusion I’m definitely not straight.
Which brings me to the only person I can actually talk to.
It’s a guy who made a thread talking about his confusion about his sexual awakening after meeting his superior.
I messaged him on Reddit, and we’ve been kind of talking for the past week or so.
Even with that, I was apprehensive about letting anything slip. I’m extremely wary about a data breach or anything of the sort, which is why I have no form of social media.
Except, well, for phantom accounts I use to “look around” sometimes.
At any rate, I might have had someone hack into the guy’s Reddit profile, just to know who he is. I can’t be talking to him just to find out he’ll sell my information or use anything I say to hurt my parents.
And color me surprised when I figured out it’s none other than Gareth.
Yes, the Gareth Carson.
Turns out, that night at the Serpents’ mansion, he was already tangled up in his new obsession—his criminal law professor, of all people. Gareth, the Heathens’ golden boy. The fixer. The one forever patching up Killian’s messes and dragging Niko out of trouble. Aside from Jeremy and me, he’s the only one with a level head.
Or so I thought.
Because his Reddit version, or I should call it his true self, is, in fact, petty, narcissistic, and downright sociopathic.
I’m actually impressed by how he’s managed to hide that from the public eye for so long.
Still, knowing his identity made me more comfortable speaking to him. I only created that account to lurk in subreddits and now to talk to Gareth.
We’re basically going through the same thing, though he’s much more resistant about admitting his sexuality.
I suppose it’s not fun realizing in your twenties that you like dick as well as pussy, but I’m surprisingly not as worried about it as Gareth, who seems to be having existential crises on a daily basis.
I’m logical enough to admit I enjoyed sucking Yulian’s cock and swallowing his cum.
More than enjoyed.
A part of me has been itching for another hit since that night, wondering how I survived without this for so long.
I stare out at Washington DC’s luminous sidewalks as the car cruises the streets heading toward the event I’m attending with my parents and a few other leaders. They went ahead first because my father is always huge on security, so he needed to check that personally.
On the surface, this charity is all about medical innovation. In reality, it’s a nest of vipers.
The Boston branch is hosting, having invited most of the Bratva in the States—our own, plus Seattle, Florida, and, of course, Chicago.
Uncle Adrian, Jeremy’s father, and my own were reluctant to attend, and for good reason. With all the major branches under one roof, it’s the perfect breeding ground for an attack.
Even with security supposedly locked down on all sides and Boston’s leaders swearing they’ve taken every measure, the risk is written in blood.
But skipping wasn’t an option. Not when every other branch is showing up. That would scream weakness, and we don’t do weakness. So our side had to send my parents, Uncle Adrian, and Nikolai’s parents—Aunt Rai and Uncle Kyle—backed by a wall of security.
I didn’t have to come; Jeremy and Nikolai aren’t here. But I’ve always shadowed my father, studying his every move. And since this is probably the biggest Bratva gathering I’ve ever seen, no way in hell was I missing it.
There’s also that pesky thing where I don’t want to give myself free time to overthink.
As the car takes me to my destination, I pull out my phone and frown when I find no new texts. I even scroll to the conversation with Yulian, double-checking just in case the notification got lost somewhere.
It didn’t.
With a sigh, I switch to my exchanges with Gareth on Reddit. He named himself TooPrettyForThisMess like a true narcissist. I picked QuietRage because, really, I’ve been feeling a fire simmering at the surface without the right ammunition to explode.
QuietRage
Any updates?
TooPrettyForThisMess
Well… I let him fuck me and that might have been the best sex of my life. Kill me.
Wow, weren’t you so adamant about never getting fucked? You folded fast.
Shut up. Don’t judge me.
I’m not. Truly. I’m glad you gave in to your feelings.
There are NO FEELINGS.
You don’t have to use caps. I TOTALLY believe you.
VERY funny. Anyway, what about you? Will you be moving to fucking anytime soon, or are you completely fine with pining?