From when it all started... (MXM)

From when it all started... (MXM)

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"You make me lose my fucking mind, Aaron." He pants as he tries to catch his breath. His eyes look starved, as if he needs to do something wrong on a whole different level. And before I knew it, his lips were pressed against mine. . . . Aaron Williamson is a perfectionist. He loves making people happy and also cannot tolerate anyone who tries to take it away. His past is mostly a blur to him, but deep down, he knows it was gruesome and cannot figure out how. Behind this facade, he is an assassin. His main motto is to 'kill and flee', never letting anyone know about it. He was very protective of his older brother, Jake, who is the CEO of the renowned company The Williamson's, and Aaron works under him. He knows what he does is dangerous, but for the people he loves, he will fight. He has to. But fate has something planned up its sleeve when one fine night at a bar, he meets someone. Someone so endearing and irresistible that they could ruin him and his plans. And before he knows it, he is in too deep. Jean Castillo, a French American mafia, runs businesses worldwide. He is known for working closely with many upperclassmen and has a reputable name in the mafia world. To disguise himself from the legal authorities, he works a side business at Tailgate Enterprises. Those who dared to go past his orders and disoblige him, were hunted. And in the end, could not live to tell the tale. He knew he was strong. Knew everyone feared him. Then why was this one guy looking at him dead in the eyes and destroying every wall he built over the years with just his face? he hated it. He hated him. He was trapped and he could not get out, and it seems like he doesn't want to. It's forbidden and yet it just feels right. Right?
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Alex, a new student at Breakworth College studying art, struggles with being on time for class. With a lack of friends and no social groups, he finds himself alone and helpless. One encounter after another with Zack, he finds himself debating whether or not Zack is really homophobic and a downright asshole or is trying to hide something about himself; only time will tell. --- I had two options: Say yes or make this situation worse for myself, Deciding on option two, "Zack, you're acting pretty gay for someone who's homophobic," I said slyly. I knew this could only cause him to get angrier, but I knew it was true he was the one who called me a "fag" not even a week ago. "I'm not gay, unlike you; I just know how to get things I want, and you caught my eye. Being my friend is a blessing. You should take the offer," He said, still against my neck. "Aren't you cocky," I replied, trying to stand my ground. Gripping tighter on my waist, he hummed against my ear once again. "I'm getting impatient, Alex. Cut the crap. Say yes already so we can put this past us. I already know I can get you to say Yes," and in a barely audible voice, I heard him say, "I know your weakness". "Now, what weakness could that be-" I didn't even get to finish my sentence before a set of teeth sank into the sensitive flesh of my neck, sending an unexpected wave of pleasure through me. "W-wait, not there. Fine, fine. I'll be your friend. Just stop that shit." Zack paused, his breath hot against my skin as he chuckled. "That wasn't so hard, was it?" His tone was dripping with satisfaction, revelling in his perceived victory. He pulled back slightly, his eyes locked onto mine with a predatory glint. I tried to steady my breathing, my pulse racing from the conflicting sensations. "What is wrong with you?" I muttered, more to myself than to him. The fear and arousal mingled in a way that left me feeling disoriented and vulnerable.

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