"Good, you're early. Perfect. Come with me." From the tour Don gave me yesterday I knew he was taking me to the kitchen. I guess I'm about to find out why. "Make me that wicked cup of coffee you spoke about." God, his accent. "As you wish, sir," I said with a mock British accent. "And what flavor do you prefer?" I asked, looking at the variety of International Delight creamers. "Pick the one you like." His voice was smooth and soft as he said that. I couldn't stop myself from smiling or turning around to look at him. He had his butt resting against the counter. He had his arms crossed over his chest and one foot over the other as he watched me. I felt my breathing pick up at how sexy he looked. My God. He wore high water pants, this time green, and boat shoes instead of loafers. Someway somehow he managed to pull off a leather jacket with that outfit. I don't know much about fashion but I would not even dare to put those two together. I could tell he had really broad shoulders. An image flashed through my mind. I had my hands underneath his arms and my fingernails digging into his shoulder as he backed me up against a wall and wrap my legs around his waist, fucking me hard against the wall. Jesus Christ, I hope Tommy doesn't ask me about him again because he's going to be very pissed if I tell him I imagined my boss banging me against the wall.

Dante is a painter. He is a young nobleman who has everything the gods can offer. He has fame, status, money and a beautiful fiancée. He has nothing to lose until he met a pianist named Julian. He felt immediate attraction, temptation and lust towards the man but never love. Betrayal is his innocence. However things will not always be the same because, suddenly one day, he falls in love and paints it for him. But what happens if someone else steals the pianist's heart? Copyright 2013 © All Rights Reserved

(BxB) Elijah Braun took the job for the money but little did he know, he'd end up getting so much more. He wasn't looking for connection, or chaos, or the kind of pull that gets under your skin and refuses to leave. But some people and places don't just change your life-they change you. Between late nights at the office, the smooth cut of Devin Leroy's tailored suits, the subtle scent of his cologne lingering just right, and a coffee order that somehow becomes routine, lines blur-and suddenly, Elijah isn't sure what's more dangerous: the closeness he never asked for, or how much he's starting to need it.

Kennedy Knight. A 'straight' drunkard billionaire has to fight his demons, embrace his tormenting past and live with his nightmares in order to accept himself and open up his heart once again. In order to fall in love. So what if it's a male he falls in love wish instead. What if it's his assistant? Or is it? *** Highest ranks: #1 - Gay #1 - gayromance #1 - drunkard #1 - gaylove #5 - guyxguy #3 - officeromance #16 - malexmale #18 - sexuality

David's at the height of his career as a top male model. He's gorgeous, he's hot, he's who everyone wants. People look when he walks into a room, but do they actually see David? Or do they see the façade he's created, the successful, sometimes arrogant superstar. Elliott, the antithesis of David's persona is quiet and introspective, he shy's away from most people locking himself in his studio. A highly creative, talented successful, but eccentric sculptor. He wears ripped jeans and cuts his own hair. He doesn't care about looks or anything on the outside. ********************IMPORTANT******************************** This is a story of pure fiction. Some of the characters may have been inspired by real people, but my characters are fictional and I've only used that inspiration as a catalyst. The real people/models/cast used to give a face to my characters are unknown to me, their lifestyles are not reflective of the lifestyles, interests or sexual orientation of the characters in this story. Any similarities are coincidental or inspired by articles I have read about these people...and then expanded and taken in fictional directions. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Dedicated to @Tondada who came up with the title and helped with the character names and cast. :)

Derek owns a small pub on the border between the nice neighbourhood and the Orcus in the city Pareo. One day his friend shows up, and the mafia right after. Warning: This is a manXman story, so if that isn't your cup 'o tea then this is not the story for you. Also any 'intimate' scenes will be posted for themselves. New cover made by Elfie (@WriteDrunk_EditSober), thanks a lot! Previous cover made by meisgabrielle (thank you~) @meisgabrielle

Spin-off of Hitman in Love (18+), can be read separately Orazio Audi, the underboss of the Serraino-DiGiovine famiglia meets the most handsome man he's ever laid his eyes on. His sculpted body, deep blue eyes and dark locks were irresistible. This perfect man called Gabriel had only one flaw - he was a policeman, his nemesis. When Orazio finds out he has a son, he finds his school, and applies for the position of a teacher. To be precise, he threatens the principal to hire him. As a former cracker, he also hacks into Gabriel's laptop and webcam, and like a stalker he breaches his privacy. During the day he plays a kindergarten teacher, trying to win Gabriel's favour, and at night he watches him on the screen. ----- Not edited. Expect misspellings and grammatical errors.

Derek Lakewood is known to be the school's bully who is also the king of the school. Everyone knows him. His parents are loaded and he also happens to be the only child in the family. He can get any girl he wants with just a few sweet words and he had them wrapped around his fingers. The typical jock playboy that any slutty girl was willing to open their legs for. Football quarterback of the school's team and what not. Vincent Scorpio is a student who transferred from Russia. He's here in America because his parents expanded their family business here in the small town known as Cross Creeks town. He's no ordinary teenager. He is a psychopath. He kills with no remorse or mercy. His parents,his dads taught him that way. To take on the family business just like the last Scorpion heir did,Vincent's father ,they had responsibilities and a reputation to build on based on their combat skills and so far,Vince's reputation as the youngest successor of The Scorpio Co. was far from impressive especially for a 17 year old. He didn't quite look 17 either. He was his dad's height at 6'5 and same muscular dystrophy too but the only difference was that he had tatooes littering his whole body from his neck to his waistbands and the ends of his fingers. Vincent liked men,femboys to be exact but once he set his eyes on the popular jock Derek Lakewood,he knew what he wanted for his 18th birthday.

"I do." Smiling the fake smile I've come to perfect in the last year, I nod as I take hold of the mans hands I have to marry. My nails that I've managed to grow out as weapons digging into his palms, his eyes narrowing at me but his smile doesn't falter. "I do." Two, three years ago I would've never believed that I'd be standing here. You could've been from the future driving a flying car and I still probably not believed you. Has my life truly come to this? Marrying a sicko named Gideon King. A man that has now taken hold of his father's dangerous group, because of marrying me. Me marrying him just tripled how truly dangerous he is... "You may kiss the bride." With him leaning towards me I pressed my finger onto his lips. Causing gasps and his eyes becoming daggers as I tried not to roll my eyes. "Why ruin the sweet moment with a small kiss when it's obvious I want more? Don't want to...cause a scene." I smooth, some laughing and Gideon smirking. With him still coming towards me, his lips rested on my earlobe and his hands gripped my waist tightly. Making me wish I could knee him in the balls, but the last time I did that his crazy bodyguards almost crushed me to death. "Nice save. So you wanna be like that? Du wirst es bereuen." ( You'll regret it ) He hissed, making me wish he didn't know my language of German.

"Why are you here by yourself?" I look, seeing a tall freak stand in front of me. He wears joggers and a nurse shirt. I see his name engraved onto his shirt, reading Nash. Dark brown skin and interesting eyes. "Is that any of your business why I'm here, you freak." I sneer, and he rubs his eye as he stands up straighter. "I only came over here because I have been volunteering here, and I noticed that you are always sitting here. By yourself - and I was curious." He tells me softly, beginning to grin at me. "Well, freak, not that it's any of your business, but I'm here with a friend." He raises his eyebrows, having the audacity to sit next to me. "Must be some friend." "She is. She is some friend that no one can ever level up to." I sneer, but he just smiles at me. He only nodded after, and I don't think he got the hint.