Chapter 70
Aiden
“Absolutely not.”
The words came out sharper than I intended, slicing through the
charged silence between us. Noah stood across from me, arms crossed, brows furrowed, that stubborn tilt to his chin already sending my blood pressure through the roof.
“It’s just a party,” he said slowly, like I was the one who didn’t get it. “One night. Friday. Keon’s birthday. You know–fun? Social interaction? That thing people our age are supposed to do?”
“It’s not just a night,” I snapped, stepping toward him. “It’s Friday night. Weekends are part of our agreement. Non–negotiable. I was
crystal clear about that.”
He scoffed, turning away like he couldn’t stand looking at me. “Yeah, well, you didn’t say I was signing up to be your prisoner. You just said to ask, and I asked, didn’t I? I’m asking for one single night.”
“You’re asking,” I said, keeping my voice low but firm, “and I’m
answering. The answer is no.”
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He turned back around, eyes blazing now. “I’ve been working my ass
off in the field. I’ve followed every rule, every command, I’ve put up
with–God, so much! The denial, the rules, the punishments…”
“Because you wanted this. You came to me.”
“I didn’t come to be locked in your damn house! I came to learn, to
grow–not to be cut off from my entire world. I deserve a break!”
My jaw tensed, hands clenched at my sides.
“This is not a part–time roleplay, Noah. It’s a dynamic. A lifestyle. We
don’t drop it when it’s convenient… And no, you are not my prisoner,”
I added in a softer tone. “You are free, Noah. If this is not what you
want, you may leave now.”
The words burned on their way out as fear crept in at the idea of him
actually walking away, but I didn’t want a hostage; I wanted a willing
submissive, a partner who, having a choice, would still choose me.”
He looked at me then, not angry anymore–just hurt. Frustrated.
“Please, Sir. Just this once, I promise. It’s Keon’s birthday. I will not do
anything wrong or break the rules… Don’t you trust me?”
That question hit harder than it should have. The most famous
expression humans have abused….
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“It’s not about trust,” I said, softer now. “It’s about time. What we
have–what we’re building–we only get two days a week for it. Two
days where I don’t have to pretend we’re something else. Where I
don’t have to keep my hands off you in public or pretend I’m not
always thinking about what you need from me.”
And just like that, I sounded like the typical clingy, needy guy in the
relationship.
He stared at me like he didn’t expect me to say that. Like he saw
something raw under my control I didn’t mean to show.
Then he stepped closer, voice dropping. “I’ll be back Saturday. I swear.
And I’ll make it up to you. I’ll be the perfect boy for
you….”
My breath caught.
He was playing a dangerous game–sweet talk and submission, all
wrapped in temptation.
“And just how are you planning on doing that?” I asked, low and
measured, because anything more than that would’ve given away just
how close I was to caving.
Noah bit his lip, looking up at me from under those long lashes, with
the kind of grin that could set fire to a church. “Well… I may or may
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