My Man (18+) ✔️

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Vincent couldn't sleep that night. His mind was consumed by the weight of his secret and the realization that the truth was drawing closer. As the minutes ticked by, his restlessness grew, prompting him to seek solace in the company of Treyvon, a trusted friend who had always been there for him.

Silently slipping out of bed, Vincent tiptoed through the darkened house, making his way to Treyvon's room. He knocked softly on the door, his heart pounding in his chest as he waited for a response.

Treyvon opened the door, his eyes filled with concern. "Vincent, what's wrong?" he asked, his voice laced with worry.

Vincent took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves. "I need to talk to you, Treyvon. It's important," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper.

Treyvon motioned for Vincent to come in, sensing the gravity of the situation. They sat down on Treyvon's bed, the weight of the conversation hanging heavily in the air.

Vincent's voice trembled as he began to speak. "Treyvon, I don't know how to say this. I've been keeping something from Inessa, something that could change everything between us."

Treyvon listened intently, his gaze unwavering. He knew the depth of Vincent's feelings for Inessa, and he understood the turmoil his friend was experiencing.

"What is it, Vincent? What are you keeping from her?" Treyvon asked, his voice filled with compassion.

Vincent hesitated, grappling with the words that needed to be said. "When we first got together, I... I wasn't completely honest with her. I had ulterior motives. I... I pretended to love her, Treyvon," Vincent confessed, his voice laced with regret.

Treyvon's brows furrowed in surprise, but he remained attentive. "Why would you do that, Vincent? Why would you pretend to love her?"

Vincent's eyes filled with a mix of guilt and longing. "It's complicated, Treyvon. I had my reasons, or at least I thought I did. But over time, something changed. I fell in love with her for real. The feelings I had been faking became genuine, and now I'm terrified of losing her."

Treyvon studied Vincent's face, his expression filled with understanding. "Vincent, you need to tell her the truth. No matter how difficult it may be, she deserves to know. Secrets have a way of unraveling, and the longer you keep this from her, the harder it will be for both of you."

Vincent nodded, realizing the truth in Treyvon's words. "You're right, Treyvon. I can't keep this from her any longer. I need to tell her, no matter the consequences. But I don't know how to do it, how to explain everything without hurting her."

Treyvon placed a hand on Vincent's shoulder, offering him reassurance. "Vincent, be honest, be vulnerable, and let her see the depth of your feelings. Inessa is strong, and if your love is genuine, she will understand. Trust in her, trust in your connection."

Vincent nodded, gratitude filling his heart for his friend's support and guidance. With newfound determination, he stood up from the bed, ready to face the truth head-on.

"Thank you, Treyvon. I needed to hear that," Vincent said, his voice filled with resolve.

As he made his way back to the bedroom, Vincent's mind raced with thoughts of how he would bring this revelation to Inessa.

Vincent walked into the bedroom and saw Inessa still lying in bed, looking up at him with a sleepy smile. Despite the weight of what he needed to tell her, he couldn't help feeling grateful for her presence in his life.

As he approached the bed, Inessa's eyes trailed down his body, taking in his naked form. She licked her lips, her desire for him obvious. Vincent couldn't resist her and climbed onto the bed, taking her into his arms.

Their bodies entwined, and Vincent found himself lost in the sensation of being with her. Inessa moaned and whispered his name as he moved over her, expertly bringing her to the edge of release.

He knew he couldn't keep the truth from her any longer, but for now, he wanted to focus on giving her pleasure. He continued to work her body until she was writhing beneath him, her fingers gripping the sheets.

Finally, Inessa let out a loud cry and came undone in his arms. Vincent held her close, their hearts pounding in unison. As they lay there, catching their breath, Vincent knew he had to tell her tomorrow no matter what.