Behind Closed Doors

This book contains explicit sexual content and BDSM themes. For mature readers only (18+).. “I’m going to teach you how to obey instructions,” Sebastian said, his voice rough, as he cupped his hand around Alex’s balls. And then, he squeezed, crushing both together. Alex groaned, his back arching in pain as Sebastian’s grip crushed him. The pain was sharp, intense, but somehow, against all logic, his cock grew harder. Sebastian King is rich, arrogant , and way too sexy. He likes control. He likes silence. And he really doesn’t like people knowing he likes men. Especially not after a scandal outs him out in the most humiliating way. But when sweet, young, openly gay Alex Rodriguez starts working with him, and with the late nights, tight spaces, too much eye contact, Sebastian starts to lose control fast. Alex knows he should stay away. Sebastian is an arrogant jerk. But God, the man is hot. And when he finally shows a softer side? Game over. Tension turns to touching. Touching turns to more. And before they know it, things are very messy.

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Chapter 2

How it all started

Alex Rodriguez had never felt this kind of excitement just walking into a building before. He couldn’t believe he was going to be working for SK law, one of the biggest and most reputable law firms in the city. It was a dream come true for him.

The shimmering glass building of SK Law felt like something out of a dream, or a TV show about rich, privileged people who wore thousand dollar suits and didn’t know the price of a gallon of milk. He adjusted his tie and wiped his sweaty palms as he stepped in, trying to fit in as much as he could. He was just a paralegal, but this was a stepping stone towards achieving his dreams of one day becoming a lawyer.

With this job, he would finally be able to pay off his student loans and maybe one day, save enough to be able to afford law school. His plan was simple: put his head down, work hard, pay off debt, study, and crush the LSATS. Nothing was going to distract him from his plan. He would finally become a lawyer like these stuck-up assholes he could see striding through the lobby with their airpods in their ears.

Coming from his background, it was difficult to not feel envious of people who had had it easy all their life. People who didn’t have to work to pay their way through college, who didn’t have to graduate with a shitload of college debt hovering over their head, these private school pricks that think the world revolves around them. Yes, he was envious but he also aspires to be just like them one day.

The moment he stepped in through the immaculate glass doors of SK law, he felt like he had stepped into another world.. He watched men and women with immaculate suits and well-combed hair hurry past him as they went about their daily affairs. There were some really hot guys here too, he noted, one blonde in a blue suit who looked like he belonged on a cologne ad, and another with sleeves rolled up and tattoos peeking out who Alex couldn’t help but give a second glance.

He quickly shook the thought out of his head. He wasn’t here for that. He had no plans of getting into a relationship, not after Gabriel shattered his heart into a million pieces. He needed to focus on what he was here for. It wasn’t like people like this would give an actual damn about him. These people will never know what it feels like to come from a poor village or to worry about where your next meal is going to come from. He had worked hard enough to get himself here, among these people, and one day would become just like them.

At the reception, a woman with sleek red lipstick and an unfriendly expression took his appointment letter and sent him upstairs. That’s where he met Ruby, his supervisor, who wore glasses and a pencil skirt like they were part of a battle uniform. She offered him a handshake, pointed to an open desk, and dropped a thick stack of files in front of him.

“Welcome to the grind” she said before walking off

As he settled into his desk and began to transcribe the files, the low hum of the office buzzed around him, phones ringing, keys tapping, the occasional rustle of someone’s designer suit as they moved past. Then he heard it:

“Did you see that picture of Sebastian King kissing that guy?’

The voice came from the desk beside him. Alex kept typing, pretending not to eavesdrop, but of course, he was already hooked.

The person who just spoke was seated to his right and the lady she was talking to was seated to his left. She had smiled at him when he came in but he didn’t swing that way. He smiled back and wondered if he would have liked her if he wasn’t gay. She was cute, petite with golden brown hair and grey eyes. Too bad he liked men. Specifically, brooding, unattainable men with heartbreak in their eyes.

Like Gabriel

“I haven't seen the picture but the news is all over the place, you think maybe that’s why he hasn't been at work?” the other lady replied, whispering. This one was chubby but elegant in a flowy blouse and matte lipstick.

Office gossip, Alex was down for it. He didn’t think he would have a dose of it on his very first day. He has never met Sebastian King, but he knew he was one of the two senior partners at SK Law. The firm was named after his initials.

“ I heard he is going through a very nasty divorce right now,” golden hair said, tapping aggressively on her laptop. “Hold on. Look Here” she said

Alex instinctively turned and he froze. On the picture appearing on her laptop was a drop dead gorgeous man kissing another obscured one, his hand wrapped around his neck with a grip. He couldn't see the face of the other man as his back was turned but he could see Sebastian King and God, was he handsome.

His dark tousled hair framed his perfect face and although his eyes were closed, his long lashes graced his olive skin. His tall frame and his broad shoulders stood in contrast to the skinny man he was kissing, whose back was to the camera. It was the intensity of the grip around the other guy’s neck, the way his hand cupped it possessively, that made Alex’s throat go dry.

“Wow, so it's true?” the chubby lady exclaimed. “ Can’t believe he’s gay” she said

“No wonder he refused to look in my direction. I thought he was just like..super loyal to his wife. Not like he…you know..”

“Eats ass” the other lady supplied, looking disgusted

Alex swallowed. The harshness of her words made his stomach turn. But he couldn’t take his eyes off the photo. It wasn’t just that he was drop-dead gorgeous. It was the presence in that picture. The way he kissed, not sweet, not shy. Hungry. Commanding. Like he knew exactly what he wanted. Alex knew he was in trouble already. His heart had done a backflip just from seeing the picture of Sebastian and he knew he was going to be masturbating to that face tonight.

He had said he was not going to fall in love with anyone here. No relationships. No workplace crushes. Especially not on a man so far above his pay grade that they might as well live in different galaxies. But what the hell just happened?! Did he just fall head over heels with the picture of a man he hadn’t even seen in real life?

No, he told himself. Don’t be ridiculous.

Still, his hands shook slightly as he turned back to his screen and resumed typing. The image of Sebastian’s face refused to fade. That jawline. Those lashes. That goddamn grip on the other man’s neck.

Alex was in trouble.

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Billionaire Modern Romance

9.4

I Traded Eight Nights for His Father’s Fortune

9.4

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Billionaire Mystery Romance

8.1

Marrying The Crippled Billionaire For Revenge

8.1

I was the top trauma surgeon at the city’s busiest hospital until my family decided I was nothing more than a disposal fee. I stood in my father’s mahogany-lined study, staring at a two-hundred-thousand-dollar check that was meant to buy my silence and my dignity. "Sign the confession, Aurelia," my father demanded, the silver cigar cutter snapping with a violent finality. They wanted me to take the fall for a medical error I never committed, all to protect my sister Dominique’s image before her high-profile merger with the Blackburn family. When I refused to sign my life away, the betrayal turned lethal. My sister planted a priceless sapphire heirloom in my bag and called the security team to search me in front of my ex-fiancé. My mother watched with cold indifference as I was branded a thief, and my father threatened to pull the plug on my grandmother’s nursing home payments by noon if I didn't vanish. I was thrown out into a freezing rainstorm with a revoked medical license, a battered suitcase, and exactly forty-two dollars to my name. Even the man I once loved looked at me with pity, believing I had stooped to grand larceny because I was jealous of my sister’s success. I stood at a bus stop, shivering and broken, wondering how my own blood could trade my truth for a corporate PR stunt. They had taken my career, my home, and my reputation, leaving me with nothing but the clothes on my back and a burning need for justice. Desperate to protect my grandmother, I sought out the one man they all feared: Avery Blackburn, the "monster" CEO rumored to be a brain-damaged vegetable. But the man I found in the shadows of the VIP wing wasn't a victim; he was a wolf waiting for the right moment to strike. "I need a shield, and you need a wife," he rasped, sliding a titanium card across the desk. I didn't hesitate to sign the marriage certificate. The Blanchards think they’ve discarded a liability, but they’re about to find out what happens when you give a desperate surgeon a billionaire’s scalpel.

Action Billionaire Modern

9.2

My Husband Chose His Mistress Over Our Unborn Child

9.2

The crystal chandeliers cast a golden glow across the Mitchell Corporation's fifth-anniversary charity gala, illuminating the sea of designer gowns and tuxedos below. I stood near the stage in my midnight blue dress, fingers instinctively reaching for the locket at my throat—Catherine's photograph pressed against my skin like a talisman. "Ladies and gentlemen," Damon's voice boomed through the microphone, commanding the attention of every person in the ballroom. "Thank you for joining us tonight to celebrate five years of success." My heart hammered against my ribs as his steel-gray eyes found mine in the crowd. Even after five years, I couldn't read the emotion in them—was it hatred? Confusion? Or something else entirely? "Tonight marks not just a business milestone," he continued, his voice carrying effortlessly across the hushed room, "but a personal one as well." I felt the weight of hundreds of gazes shifting toward me, curious and predatory. "Five years ago, I made a mistake." Damon's words sliced through the air. "I allowed someone into my life who doesn't belong there." The room spun slightly as I realized what was happening.

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.4

Rejected Wife's New Start

9.4

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Billionaire Modern Romance

9.8

The Billionaire Who Was Never Meant to Find Me

9.8

The story centers on Aria Vale, a 24 years old, petite but striking, with storm-gray eyes and long chestnut hair, she keeps tucked behind hoodies and hats. She's a woman who moves like a shadow: gentle, quiet, graceful, yet always bracing for danger. She works as a barista under a fake name, blending into the background. She's attractive not because she tries, but because she's a mystery wrapped in sorrow. She carries a secret that once destroyed her life, and will again if she's found. Her composure is soft, kind, withdrawn, she never raises her voice, yet her silence screams that she's been broken before. She believes love is a luxury she'll never taste again, she doesn't know that her greatest danger is no longer her past, but the man determined to uncover it. Damian Blackwell is a 32 years old 6'3", sharply sculpted, cold-eyed billionaire CEO of Blackwell Industries, a global investigative-security empire with jet-black hair, steel-blue eyes, tailored suits worth more than Aria's entire life savings. He is composed, controlled, and unreadable. A man who never smiles unless he's already won. Attractive for his dominance, his power, his unbending presence. One look from him feels like he sees everything you've ever tried to hide. Net worth: $48 billion Known as "The Ghost Hunter" in elite circles because he can find anyone, anywhere. But for the first time, he encounters someone who doesn't want to be found and that makes him obsessed. When Damian meets Aria, he notices something instantly, her fear. Not fear of him, but fear of being seen. He wasn't meant to notice her. He wasn't meant to care. He definitely wasn't meant to protect her. But when Aria is attacked outside her apartment, Damian steps in and realizes the men were not strangers. They were hunting her. And Aria knows exactly why. Now Damian wants answers. Aria wants escape. But danger wants her dead. She changed her name. She erased her past. She made herself invisible. Yet she captured the attention of the one man in the world who was never supposed to find her. And Damian? He's willing to burn entire empires just to keep her.

Billionaire Modern Mystery

Behind Closed Doors

Chapter 2

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