The Bet Chapter Six
Marcus wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and sat back, praying to the gods he didn’t have to throw up again. It had been two months since he’d made the mistake of getting drunk-married, and after taking three pregnancy tests, he couldn’t deny that he was pregnant.
Marcus had been avoiding everyone since that night a couple of months ago. After storming out of the hotel room, he'd gotten home and saw his father’s car sitting in his driveway. Instead of confronting his father head-on, Marcus returned to the hotel lobby ATM and withdrew some money before disappearing.
The Bet Chapter Five
"Fuck!" Victor screamed as the door slammed shut. He kicked the bed hard, wishing he could throw something. He was angry with himself for his stupidity.
"Shit!" Victor fell back on the bed, staring at the ceiling.
The Bet Chapter Four
Marcus Reid groaned as he rolled over, trying to wake up. His head felt like it had been split open, and someone put a herd of elephants inside, so they could purposely stomp all over it. Slowly, he opened his eyes and looked around, not recognizing where he was. He noticed a slight movement out of the corner of his eye and looked over quickly. A sharp pain stabbed his skull, and he slammed his eyes shut, hissing from the pain. Taking a few calming breaths, he opened his eyes again and looked at his sleeping partner, stunned to recognize Victor Masterson.
The Bet Chapter Three
Victor came from a small farm town. He was the oldest of seven kids. Both his parents worked long hours to support their family. Even though he had school and soccer practice, it was up to him to take care of his sisters and brothers. But even with their dedication to work, his parents always made time for him and his siblings' games, plays, or whatever extracurricular activities they were interested in. Victor could count how many games his parents, Vincent and Kaylessa, missed because of their work schedules.
The Bet - Chapter One
It all begins with an idea."You cocky little bastard," Victor roared.
Marcus scowled and ignored the flashing lights; the reporters were always around, and he knew that was his father's doing.
"Whatever, Masterson, it's already the start of the season, and it doesn't look like your team is doing that great. I guess that's what happens when they have a shitty ass captain like you. Your ego is bigger than your skills on the field."
"I could say the same about The Phoenix Fire; you're only the captain because of who your father is."
"Fuck you, Masterson," Marcus said, clenching his fist, praying for the umpteenth time that he didn't punch the shit out of the man in front of him. But he was more irritated that Victor had the nerve to say his father was the reason he was the captain of The Phoenix Fire, he knew he had that position based on his own merits.
"Oh, did I touch a nerve, Reid? Hate being compared to 'Daddy Dearest'," he said, leaning close enough for Marcus to smell his expensive cologne mixed with his alpha pheromones.
"Leave my fucking father out of this," Marcus told him, gritting his teeth.
"You sound almost jealous," Victor said loud enough for the reporters to hear.
The Bet Chapter Two
"Victor... hey, Victor, one more question," one of the reporters called out to him.
Victor Masterson, or Vic to the people close to him, stopped to answer one more question. He looked around the room and picked a reporter that hadn't gotten to ask a question yet.
"Charlie, go ahead and ask your question," he said, giving the crowd his dazzling 'I'm a good boy' smile.
"Do you think Marcus Reid will follow through with his part of the bet you guys made at the start of the season?"
"Do you plan on becoming a free agent?" another asked.
Elemental Love -Chapter One - Keahi
Keahi Covington stepped out onto the balcony of his second-floor office at Club Elemental Inferno, leaning against the stone pillar and surveying the large crowd gathered below. He watched as scantily-clad men and women drank, laughed, and danced erotically against each other. The middle floors of the club offered private, soundproof rooms, where guests could enjoy a five-diamond meal as they observed the entertainment below.
On the other side of Elemental Inferno, Keahi's hotel catered to exclusive VIP guests with unique and daring BDSM preferences. With every room requiring two months of advanced booking to ensure all requests and arrangements could be made to perfection, moments like these brought a smile to Keahi's face. His businesses were thriving, and in his mind, he was the king of kink and indulgence. When Keahi first proposed the idea of running Elemental Inferno, his brothers were skeptical. He wanted a retro design with less high technology, with the focus being on entertainment. But he was glad his brothers trusted his vision and joined forces with him, becoming his silent partners and helping manage the three additional Elemental clubs. Keahi took charge of the daily operations, creating something remarkable together.
Chapter Two - Rune
Rune Kristoph exited the club with a husky growl, his frustration palpable. He was desperate to find someone to satisfy his craving, though he knew he shouldn't have let Fabian persuade him to go out when he had so much work to do. He hadn't ventured into the BDSM scene in years, and he almost forgot the intense pleasure of being spanked and then thoroughly pleasured. His com-bracelet vibrated on his wrist, and when he answered it, he scowled to see Fabian's face.
"Where the fuck are you?"
Rune growled. "Fuck you, Fabian!"
Chapter Three - Rune
The following morning, Rune walked into his classroom, and the noisy chatter was hushed down when he reached the podium. Rune removed his jacket but not his scarf and dropped it on the small desk beside the stand. The weather in Willow Park Valley was not freezing cold, but even when it was scorching hot, Rune found he needed to wear a jacket to quell the chill that often seeped into his bones.
Rune rolled up his shirt sleeves, then brushed a hand over the control panel, and the projector came down, with a picture of Billy the Kid appearing on the screen.
