"Did you not know your boss was selling his company and assets to me— Pheonix Atticus? Were you his secretary at all?" He asked me and I grounded my jaw. How I wished to dump this coffee on his expensive suit. But Lord forbids, I can't even pay him the amount back. "I was on a three days leave. And I was his personal secretary in office. Not in his private and personal life. I can't know of shits he wouldn't tell me!" I said glaring at him and the similar smile played on his lips. I was in trouble. I fucking knew it. "Sir." He corrected me and I furrowed my brows. "Huh?" "One, since you're under my employment and I am your employer. You will address me by a proper title. You'll start addressing me with Sir, okay? And two, I am your boss. You will talk to me with respect and without any of those fowl words. Or if you can't, you can simply resign. The choice is always yours, Miss Wilson."

August Katherine is a human, unaware of the the existence of supernatural creature. And Cain Dean is a demon, frozen in the time, waiting for his mate to ignite the spark that could release him from the curse. But how can August agree on something she never believed? And most importantly, how can she love someone she fears?

"Tell me, how should I punish you?" He asked me, holding my jaw in his surprisingly gentle voice and I swallowed harshly when his fingers caressed my face. "I..... I........" "You're too young and too handsome to get killed, Mr. Martin. But leaving you unpunished would only defame my reputation. We must work on something, no? Why don't you suggest your punishment, Mr. Martin?" He asked me and a single tear rolled through my eyes as I looked up at him for mercy. "Please forgive me, Sir. It was never my intention to steal your samples. I did't even know what those samples contained. Please..... please just let me go, Mr. Vincent. I will never return here." I promised him and he snorted, shaking his head as he left my jaw and signalled me to stand up. I winced when I raised my body up on my feet and his eyes narrowed at my pained expression. It only took him a minute to understand the cause of my pain. "My men did give you the punishment, hm? Were they too hard?" He asked me and I pressed my lips together but nodded my head. "What do you want, Mr. Vincent?" I asked him, tiredly this time, and he shrugged his shoulders at me. "Let me explore my sexuality with you. I'm bisexual. But I have never been with a man before. In return for my mercy, let me explore my sexuality with you, Mr. Martin. And I promise, I'd never force you. You will help me learn about my sexuality and I'll forgive your crime. Okay?" He said. Though he never left an option for me. It was a one-sided deal. It was either this or death. And I am too young to die now.

Nolan Hector is a college going student, struggling with his sexuality. He is afraid of coming out in public. He is afraid of confessing it to his family. But then there's Raphael Pierson. He works as an architect. One of the most successful young architects in the town. Raphael is young, handsome, mysterious guy. He is alluring to a point, Nolan can't keep his eyes to himself when it comes to Raphael. But Raphael has a secret. A secret that's not even hidden. He plays a game. He lures people into him, makes them fall for him and breaks their heart, the very moment they fall in love. But Nolan is ready to risk it all. Will he ever get Raphael to love him or will be be also a victim like the rest of them? ^^^ "Do you need a ride?" I heard an unfamiliar voice behind me. It was deep. Rough. I felt my feet ceasing on the road. But I have heard this voice before. But where exactly, I don't remember. I turned around and my eyes widened when they fell on Raphael Pierson. He was there, on his bike. He was dressed in an olive color, button up shirt and dark pants. The dark shades on his eyes told me he hadn't yet started his bike. He was still standing on the road. One thing, Raphael Pierson believed was, no matter whose story it is, he is always the main lead. He behaved like one. Like he owns the nation. But he doesn't. "No, I'm fine." I said slowly, looking away from his face. It is hard to look in the eyes of the person you like. And it's even more harder when you have been caught staring at them. I was still embarrassed. "You look in hurry. I can drop you to your college." I didn't ask him how he knew I was going to my college. After all, we were neighbours. Though we never shared a conversation with each other, we knew what we both were doing in life. Other than screwing it, of course. "You're a stranger." I tried pathetically to not accept the ride from him. It would be difficult for me once I accept this. I would only make the game for him more easier. I would only allow him to break me more easily. "Well, I wasn't a stranger when you were staring at me last night like there's no tomorrow." He said it so casually, with straight face. I couldn't look into his eyes, for he had his shades. But he sounded so impassive, so emotionless. Unlike his soft voice. "I..... I was going to shut my windows. I wasn't staring at you. It was a coincidence." Liar. I, atleast tried and his lips curled up in a small smile. I don't know why it seemed mocking to me. Like he knew I was lying. Even I did. But there was no point in making me more embarassed than I already was. "Yeah, you were closing your window for half an hour. Next time, you decide to lie to me, cook something better." He said to me, taking a step forward and my eyes widened as I took one back. "I'm not lying." I said in my steely voice and he scoffed. "Again lying."