The young man’s gasps of pleasure fill the air as Faiz’s hands—hands that have held mine for years—slam into the wall on either side of him. His mouth brushes over the guy’s ear as his hips flex, forcing his cock deeper into his ass. “Fuck, you like that, don’t you? Like me fucking you where anyone can hear?”
The man moans, his head falling back to Faiz’s wide shoulders, and he pushes his ass backward to take him deeper as Faiz grunts and speeds up.
Usually, he only lasts a few minutes, so the fact that he’s holding out is surprising.
Gripping the door handle, I hesitate only for a second before softly shutting it, cutting off their moans, and then I walk down the corridor, away from the party.
I will not cause a scene. I will not scream or cry or kill someone.
The truth is, most of me doesn’t even care.
I feel mostly . . . relieved.
It hurts, since I love Faiz, or I did. He was my entire world. I spent years planning our future together, thankful he was at my side, but time changes people.
I don’t know when our relationship became a chore rather than a safe harbor, but it has, and tonight only proves that.
We are expected to be together, but I no longer care.
It’s like I’m finally waking up and looking around.
I hate my life.
Isn’t that a bitch?
I am one of the richest men in the world, and I feel completely lost and alone.
Pushing through the back door, I ignore the alarm it trips and head down the alley to the front of the bar. My Bugatti is surrounded by Ferraris, Lambos, and every pimped-out car you can imagine—another show of wealth. I slide into the custom leather seat, and the engine roars to life.
I don’t know where I’m going, but I can’t stay here.
For once, I need to be alone. I need to drive and let myself be free.
Maybe I should have fought, argued, or done something, but it wouldn’t have changed anything. He would have apologized and said it won’t happen again. There would have been a scene, and everyone would know the truth—deep down, I’m a fucking coward stuck in an unhealthy relationship with a man who would rather fuck strangers than his own boyfriend.
I’m surrounded by fakes, and for once, I crave something real, but there is no such thing in this world. Everyone has their own motives, and when it comes down to it, people will always choose themselves. I’ve met truly evil people, but I’ve never met a good person.
The engine purrs as I glide through the city, breaking speeding laws and running red lights. No one will stop me. No one would dare.
Like the weather can sense my darkening mood, the heavens open, rain pelting my windshield. It doesn’t matter. I push my car faster, the dark streets widening as I head toward the water and the industrial area.
It’s dangerous, since we have enemies, but I don’t care. Let them come.
The engine makes a clicking noise, and I lose my grip on the wheel. The car fishtails slightly before I straighten it. My hearthammers, my veins flooding with adrenaline, and I stop on the side of the road.
Gripping the wheel, I can’t help but laugh. I laugh so hard tears fill my eyes, and I smack the wheel. Of fucking course I broke down.
I try the engine again, but nothing, and I laugh harder.
It’s either that or I’ll scream.
I jump when there’s a bang on my window. My laughter cuts off as I peer through the rain-splattered glass to the shape beyond. I reach for my gun as he gestures for me to lower the window.
I debate my options before cracking it. “You lost?” a deep, growly voice asks. I can’t see much through the rain, but I squint anyway. He’s big.
“No, I broke down,” I reply.
He steps back, eyeing the car, and I decidefuck it. Stepping out into the rain, I shiver from the cold and slam the door shut behind me. The road is deserted, the water on one side and warehouses on the other. Nobody else is around, but I’m not afraid.
