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Anaxa was halfway through his lecture when the door suddenly banged open. A golden haired man entered the hall, followed by three men in suits. Anaxa didn’t look surprised, but the slight twitch in his expression made it clear he was irritated by the interruption.
“Long time no see, Anaxa~”
The handsome man walked toward him with a devilish grin.
His huge frame towered over Anaxa, making Anaxa look like a prey beneath a predator’s shadow.
“First, it’s Anaxagoras,” Anaxa said flatly. “And second, we’d just met last week. Miss me that much, hm?” He met the man’s stare, totally unfazed.
“No. I’m here to give you something.”
“I am working right now. Did you know that this counted as harassment? Should I call the police?”
“You knew very well that they wouldn’t dare to touch me,” the man smirked.
One of the men stepped forward, holding out an envelope. Anaxa took it and opened it with an unimpressed expression.
“That's the amount of money you owed me,” the man loudly announced.
Gasps rippled through the lecture hall. Everyone was shocked.
Our professor is in debt with a loan shark?!!!
“I listed every expense I made. I wanted it all back.”
Anaxa skimmed the thick stack of papers and let out a mocking scoff.
“Tsk. What– did you keep an Excel sheet of everything you spent on me for the past two years?”
“I don’t need to,” the man replied smoothly. “My memory was perfect enough to remember everything.” He winked before slipping on a pair of black sunglasses.
“Anyway,” he added, turning away, “pay me by next week, or I’ll have my lawyer take it to court, Mr. Ex-boyfriend.” The man emphasized the words loud enough for everyone to hear before leaving the hall.
The moment the doors closed, the class immediately erupted into whispers.
Whoa… Professor Anaxa’s ex-boyfriend was ridiculously petty.
They all wondered what could have possibly happened between the two.
A few minutes passed.
Then––BANG!
Anaxa slammed the whiteboard.
“Pop quiz. Now. Fifty percent of your final grade,” he said, his voice cold as ice.
The lecture hall fell into horrified silence.
WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!?!?!?!?!?!
Anaxa was busy marking his students’ quizzes when the bell rang. He frowned when he glanced at the intercom.
Khaslana was standing outside, arms crossed with around ten of his men like a king escorted by his knight.
Anaxa scoffed.
What now? He had already paid every single cent the man had demanded. Down to the last, humiliating digit.
He ignored it and went back to grading but the bell rang again. And again.
Bang—bang—
“I know you’re inside, Anaxa.” Khaslana banged the door loudly on purpose.
Anaxa’s jaw tightened. That was obnoxious. The neighbors were definitely going to complain, and he really didn’t feel like dealing with that today. With an irritated sigh, he stood and yanked the door open.
Khaslana’s irritatingly handsome smirk greeted him, his beautiful golden eyes glinting with amusement.
“What is it this time?” Anaxa asked flatly.
Khaslana didn’t answer. He merely nodded and his men barged inside without invitation.
“Hey what the–”
Oh. Too late.
They began hauling things out–everything that Khaslana had ever bought for the apartment.
The couch.
Then the home theater system.
The king-sized mattress along with the silky sheets.
Pots. Pans. Cutlery.
The apartment was Anaxa’s, legally, but Khaslana had lived there too when they were together, despite owning a mansion larger than Anaxa’s whole apartment block. He spent a lot of money to decorate the apartment exactly the way they liked.
Anaxa leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching his beloved home get stripped bare. He was irritated, yes, but also amused with the sheer pettiness of his ex.
So this is how you want to play, huh?
Few curious neighbors peeked out of their apartments because they were drawn by the noisy commotion, whispering and speculating among themselves.
Anaxa ignored the stares from his neighbours.
But then Anaxa saw it. His eyes widened when one of the men took away his favourite plushie– a cute purple dromas with a bell on its neck.
“Hey that Dromasilla is—”
“—is mine,” Khaslana shrugged. “I won it at a claw machine with my money. So technically, it’s mine.”
“And while we’re at it…” Khaslana stepped further inside, clearly enjoying himself. He ignored Anaxa who was still in shock, dreading the loss of his beloved Dromasilla.
“Take that painting. And that vase. The humidifier and candle too.” He paused, scanning the kitchen. “Oh. And my mug. No, no, the yellow one.”
Khaslana walked around as if he were strolling through IKEA, casually shopping for some home furnishings. He pointed here and there, ordering his men to take away whatever caught his eyes– everything that he once bought for their love nest. He then walked straight into the bedroom. One of his men was already rummaging through the wardrobe for Khaslana’s clothes.
Finally recovering from his initial shock, Anaxa followed Khaslana inside with revenge burning in his eyes.
Money? Fine. He could pay.
Furniture? Whatever. He could replace all himself.
But Dromasilla?
Ah…… That’s definitely crossing the line.
Sure, it was Khaslana’s money– but Anaxa was the one who won the plushie at the claw machine. The man was hopeless at those things. Shitty, even. He couldn’t win anything even if he tried a thousand times.
Khaslana paused in front of the wardrobe, eyes scanning the contents slowly. Some of his old clothes were still there and he ordered his men to take it away. Then his eyes caught on something else.
Something that clearly piqued his interest. A smirk tugged at his lips.
“Take that one,” Khaslana said, pointing at a red lingerie set– silky, sheer, thin straps, the kind that clings and leaves almost nothing to the imagination.
“And that one. That too.” A delicate pink lace thong with cute tiny bows. A black lace pleated babydoll set.
The man handling them lifted each piece carefully and placed them into a suitcase, failing to hide his grin.
Oh,,, so this is what the boss likes…
Anaxa scoffed when he saw Khaslana was busy ‘shopping’ for the lingeries in his wardrobe.
“Oh?” Anaxa stepped closer. “Do you want the one I’m wearing right now too?” He whispered provocatively at Khaslana.
He leaned in, close enough that Khaslana could feel his breath, fingers hooking casually into the waistband of his shorts.
“Yes.” The answer came instantly.
“Okay.” Anaxa tugged his shorts down almost halfway before Khaslana’s large hands snapped out, gripping his wrists.
“Are you crazy?” Khaslana growled possessively.
“But you said you wanted everything back,” Anaxa replied, his lips curling into a smirk.
Oh… The sexual tension between those two made everyone else in the room feel a little uncomfortable.
“Out.” With a single order, every man immediately leaves, shutting the bedroom door behind them.
“Now,” Khaslana demanded, “give it to me.”
Anaxa put on a smug smile as he pulled down his shorts. Slowly– so agonizingly slow. He knew Khaslana was watching. He could feel those golden eyes tracking every movement, hungrily, with lust.
He slipped off the white panties he was wearing and handed it to Khaslana. It was warm and slightly damp with his sweat and slick.
Anaxa didn’t miss the way Khaslana’s fingers tightened around it, or the flash of raw desire in his eyes before he stuffed it into his pocket.
Without another glance, Anaxa turned back to the wardrobe. Still wearing only his oversized shirt and nothing underneath, he grabbed handfuls of expensive lingerie and clothes, and tossed them into the suitcase.
“I think that’s everything,” he said calmly. “You can go now.”
He pulled his shorts back on and walked past Khaslana, pausing just long enough to glance at the obvious tent in Khaslana’s pants.
Heh. He was ridiculously easy to bait– no wonder Khaslana could never keep his hands off Anaxa. Too bad all of that was in the past now.
Well, Khaslana would have to deal with that on his own.
Khaslana drove his $250,000 brand new silver McLaren GTS back to his mansion, grinning from ear to ear.
The car was perfect –fast, sleek, smart, sexy in every single aspect. Exactly his type.
He parked the car right in front of the main building of his lavish mansion, exactly where everyone would see it, and stepped out.
For a moment, he simply admired it. He brushed his hand over the polished surface, fingers gliding along the smooth curves, savoring every inch of the new car. Worth every dollar of the obscene price tag.
Suddenly, his phone rang.
Khaslana’s brow arched when he saw the caller ID.
Anaxa.
Wow. That was unexpected.
He answered, the satisfied smile still plastered on his face.
“Have you arrived at the mansion yet?” the caller asked immediately, no greeting, no introduction– as if he already knew that Khaslana still saved his contact.
Khaslana frowned, glancing down at the screen to confirm the caller ID again. “Why?” he scoffed. “Are you planning to welcome me home?”
What did his ex want now?
An excited bark shifted his focus.
Snowy, his beloved white Samoyed, came running toward him with a ball in his mouth, his tail wagging furiously. Khaslana chuckled, crouched down and patted the dog’s head before taking the ball and throwing it across the massive front yard.
Snowy sprinted after the ball.
“I can hear Snowy barking,” Anaxa said calmly. “You must be at the front door.”
“And what about it—”
BOOM!!
His new McLaren exploded, erupted into flames. Khaslana was thrown backward from the blast impact, his body slammed hard against the building’s wall. Heat and debris swallowed the space where the car had been seconds ago.
“BOSS!!!”
His men rushed toward him in panic, checking for his injuries, trying to extinguish the raging flames and scanned the area for further threats.
Khaslana’s heart almost stopped from the sudden explosion. Khaslana, who was always calm and in control, now looked visibly shaken as he stared at the inferno in disbelief.
His new car…… is now nothing but burning debris.
Khaslana picked up the phone lying several feet away, thrown by the blast.
The call was still connected.
“You—” His teeth ground together as rage and fury flashed in his golden eyes.
“That,” Anaxa said calmly, his voice dripping with satisfaction, “is for taking Dromasilla.”
“Oh~ and send my kisses to Snowy too~ Enjoy your new burning car, dear Khaslana~” Anaxa added before hanging up.
Khaslana stood amid the thick black smoke. He was utterly stunned.
“Boss, let us—” one of his men was already reaching for his weapon. Anaxa might have once been someone they obeyed since well,, he’s the lover of their boss, but now he had tried to kill their boss. Surely Khaslana wouldn’t object if they returned the favor.
Khaslana raised a hand, silencing them. He took a deep breath. For a moment, there was nothing.
Then he chuckled.
The chuckle was soft at first but then it grew louder until it broke into full blown maniac laughter.
“Anaxa,,, Anaxa,, mm~ my darling Anaxa…” he murmured, shaking his head as he laughed.
He had expected revenge, but he didn’t expect Anaxa to push it this far– almost killing him.
All over what? The stupid dromas plushie?
Dromasilla was lying safely on his king sized bed at that very moment, still carrying the faint scent of Anaxa. ‘Snowy’ hugged it to sleep every night, probably missing the familiar minty scent.
Khaslana wiped the soot from his cheek, grinning, already picturing it–dromasilla burning, reduced to ashes just like his $250,000 McLaren. He definitely should send the plushie’s ashes in an urn, wrapped nicely as a gift to Anaxa.
His golden eyes glittered with amusement and awe as the flames reflected in them.
See?
This is why I love Anaxa.
This is exactly the Anaxa that I know.
He always exceeded his expectations and never failed to leave Khaslana impressed.
Anaxa pushed his office door open, feeling a little bit exhausted. He had just finished his last class for the day. Behind him, his teaching assistant, Hyacine, followed him with a stack of books in her arms.
“Are you going to continue the experiment today, Professor?” she asked as she set the books down on a shelf.
“Yes,” Anaxa replied without hesitation. “I’m almost finished.”
Hyacine frowned slightly. “But the previous results were inconsistent. Maybe we should try a different or new method?”
Anaxa shook his head. “No. The latest run showed a positive result, and it aligns perfectly with my hypothesis.”
He moved to his desk and powered on his office computer. “I’ll show you the data—”
The screen flickered. Once. Twice. Then it froze.
Anaxa paused, his brows knitting together. He tried again, restarting the system. The same thing happened.
That was odd……
He reached for his personal laptop instead, opening it quickly and the same problem occurred; the screen flickered and the operating system didn’t respond.
“What…” The calm in Anaxa’s expression finally cracked.
“Professor?” Hyacine asked carefully. “What’s wrong?”
Anaxa didn’t answer. He grabbed his phone, frantically opening his cloud drive, where he had backed up everything related to his research.
Empty.
Every folder that had once held his experiments data, results, half written papers, notes, reference images—
Gone. All of it.
Anaxa’s jaw tightened.
He went to the filing cabinet, pulling open drawers, rummaging through stacks of neatly labeled folders where he had kept hard copies of the data, but it was gone too.
Every single one.
The room suddenly felt too quiet.
Anaxa breathed slowly, trying to calm himself down when something in the corner of his office caught his eye.
A beautifully wrapped gift box.
It was definitely not there this morning.
“Do you know who sent this, Hyacinthia?” he asked.
She looked at it, then back at him, feeling uneasy. “No… Professor, are you okay? What happened?”
Anaxa didn’t reply. He already knew who the culprit was.
Everything about this screamed that man.
He picked up the gift box carefully. A bomb? After the car incident, it’s definitely not impossible for Khaslana to send him a bomb as a ‘thank you gift’. He knew that insane man too well.
But the box felt surprisingly light in his hands. Oh…. Not a bomb, then.
He exhaled slowly and opened the box.
Inside—
Dromasilla.
The plushie was perfectly intact, safe and unscathed, except it reeked of a familiar cologne–Khaslana’s.
A low hiss escaped Anaxa’s lips.
He dialed the number that he knew by heart. Khaslana answered it in less than a second.
“Khaslana,” Anaxa said. His voice was low, but it was dripping with fury. Anaxa was mad mad. This wasn’t just his work. It was his and Hyacinthia’s hardwork for nearly a year.
“Oh?” Khaslana purred from the other end, feeling amused. “Did you call to thank me for the gift, dear Anaxa~?”
“What did you do to my research data?”
There was a pause. Then Khaslana chuckled.
“Ah… here I thought you were calling about the roses,” his voice laced with mock disappointment.
“Roses?” Anaxa scanned the room for the said ‘roses’.
Then he saw them – three roses, arranged neatly in a small vase by the window.
Three.
I love you.
As if Khaslana was mocking him.
“You–––––” Anaxa hissed, his grip tightening around his phone.
“Hey, I returned Dromasilla to you too, okay. You could at least thank me,” Khaslana said, his voice beginning to sound more and more irritating for Anaxa.
“I’m asking you again, my dear Khaslana,” Anaxa said coldly. “What did you do to my research data?”
“Ah….. that?” Khaslana replied lightly. “Well, let’s just say… that I’m doing you a favor. Your research needed a….. fresh start.”
Anaxa’s blood boiled.
“Return. Every. Single. File. Now.”
Hyacine stood frozen beside him, dread settling in her stomach as she pieced everything together but she was also clueless on what she should do to help her professor.
“Hmmm… That’s quite a difficult request~” Khaslana teased.
“But maybe,,,, maybe, if you beg me like you usually do~~?”
Anaxa quickly hung up.
Beg him?
IN HIS DREAMS!!!!!!!
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, letting the burning rage and anger cool down before turning to Hyacine, who looked very worried.
“Prof–”
“It’s fine,” Anaxa said calmly. “Everything is still stored here.” He pointed to his brain. This genius won’t be defeated by a petty and mere threat.
“We just need to redo the experiment and obtain the results again.”
Hyacine hesitated. “But… what about the funding?”
Anaxa smirked, his mind already racing with backup plans. “It's fine. I have a connection. We’ll definitely get the funding.”
His gaze fell on the little Dromasilla– the real victim in all of this. Poor plushie. Look at his sad eyes :(
Khaslana stepped into the grand ballroom.
Wealthy mafia bosses, their families and powerful figures chattered amongst themselves. Making connections, discussing ‘business’ over a glass of champagne.
Most of them had arrived with a plus one, flaunting their partners draped in luxurious gowns and tailored tuxedos.
Khaslana? Well, too bad he had come alone this time.
He could have anyone – he was rich, charming, an influential mafia don whose name alone carried weight. Women squealed when they saw him, practically flocking to his side the moment he entered while the men wanted to make him their business partners.
Khaslana entertained them with a sweet smile, laughing at their shallow jokes but it was getting boring. Ugh…. He could practically feel his IQ dropping with every passing second he’s staying there.
As his eyes scanned the room, trying to find some excuses to get away from this boring conversation, he saw someone very familiar.
Is that…????
Anaxagoras.
Anaxa wore a stunning golden evening dress with a very daring high slit that revealed his lean legs with every step he took. The golden dress –Khaslana’s signature color– glowed against his skin.
His mint colored hair was tied into a neat bun with a few loose strands framing his face perfectly. Ethereal. Gorgeous.
Khaslana couldn’t take his eyes off him– his ex.
It had been almost two weeks since they last spoke– since Anaxa hung up on him without another word. Khaslana had expected him to call again, to demand the files back, maybe even swallow that pride of his just a little. But nothing. Not a single message or phone call.
Awww~ Come on.
Khaslana wasn’t that evil.
Alright,,,, maybe a little, if you count the way he disposed bodies so easily or ran his so called ‘business.’
But he’s not cruel enough to destroy Anaxa’s hard work down the sink. He kept copies of the research data with him, even the hard copies. Everything was carefully stored. He still has his reasons.
Watching Anaxa fuming, though? That’s another story~~
Khaslana loves rage baiting the brilliant man.
If Anaxa had simply said, “Would you send me my research data back, my beloved Khaslana?” he would’ve sent it in a heartbeat. He already had a draft of the email, ready to send when Anaxa called him.
But Anaxagoras held his pride too high.
Now, seeing him here…. Khaslana’s curiosity spiked.
Anaxa only attended events like this with Khaslana. Otherwise, he preferred staying home to watch some documentaries or reading his academic journals while hugging Dromasilla, or playing his cosy farm games.
So why was he here tonight? And not to mention that lavish golden dress?
Was it for…… him?
Khaslana quickly excused himself and began moving through the crowd, eyes locked onto the smaller man.
Anaxa approached a small group of powerful figures chatting in a poised manner. Khaslana recognized them instantly – members of one of the most dangerous and influential mafia families in the country. They greeted Anaxa with familiarity, as if Anaxa was one of their own.
But then, Khaslana’s eyes widened when a large hand slid around Anaxa’s 51.4cm waist that Khaslana worshipped, pulling him close before pressing a kiss to the crown of his head.
Khaslana’s jaw tightened.
Jealousy, rage, possessiveness, fury — oh, every emotion merged into a single thundering storm, consuming him like wildfire and ready to unleash itself upon the world.
Especially when he saw who it was that had his arms wrapped around Anaxa’s small waist.
Huh. What’s this?
Khaslana felt so betrayed.
That tall, huge and well built figure. The long braided hair.
Ah,,,, of course. Now the golden dress made sense. It wasn’t for Khaslana.
It was for him.
Nanook.
The man Khaslana hated most in this world, was now holding the person he loved most in his arms, like he owned him.
Was this a fucking joke?
Khaslana’s eyes twitched as he watched Anaxa casually wrapped his arm around Nanook’s. The Ravagers–Nanook’s family– nodded and chuckled at whatever Anaxa was saying.
Khaslana felt something inside him snap. He was this close to starting a massacre here and killing Nanook when his hand slid lower, resting on Anaxa’s plump butt and giving it a firm squeeze.
Khaslana didn’t miss the faint blush creeping across Anaxa’s cheeks, or the way he leaned closer into Nanook’s side.
His fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white as he watched how Nanook leaned down, lowering his head to whisper something into Anaxa’s ear. Their faces were too close. Too intimate.
Khaslana noticed everything– the tilt of Anaxa’s head, his gentle expression, the way his slender frame fit effortlessly against Nanook’s massive body.
When the hell did this happen???
He never disabled the tracker that he planted in Anaxa’s phone. There’s nothing suspicious that suggests a betrayal like this.
And Anaxa knew better than anyone how deep Khaslana’s hatred for Nanook ran.
He knew the history, the bad blood, the day everything had gone to hell for Khaslana because of Nanook.
And Nanook– oh, that bastard! He never hid the way he looked at Anaxa. Every time Khaslana brought him to an event, those hungry golden eyes lingered too long, as if he’s undressing Anaxa in his mind.
Is this it, Anaxa?
Your petty revenge?
Trying to get back at me for the research data?
Or……… Are you actually choosing Nanook… over everything that we are?
Anaxa sighed as he reapplied concealer over the purplish mark on his neck– an evidence of what happened earlier. Nanook’s way of leaving his claim.
He blended it carefully, pressing the sponge lightly against his skin.
For a moment, he studied his reflection in the mirror. Then he almost laughed.
How did he keep ending up with men like this?
First, there was Lygus back in his university days.
Anaxa was drawn to him for his mind, for his brilliance. It was fascinating. Anaxa loves intelligent and smart men who can challenge him and make him think harder than he already did. Engaging him in hours of academic debates when no one could do so. It satiated his curiosity and love for knowledge.
But beneath Lygus’s brilliance was something darker.
An obsession. A mad one.
Lygus used both of their DNA to create a child without Anaxa’s consent. He also conducted some illegal experiments using Anaxa’s genes.
He’s a total freak.
The reason?
Love.
Or what Lygus thought it was. He loved Anaxa so much that he wanted to preserve Anaxa’s intelligence. His genetics. Combining it with his to create the most perfect and flawless child.
Oh luckily he was rotting in prison now. Who knows what else he might've done if he's left unchecked.
Anaxa craved knowledge. He loved pushing boundaries for science and the truths, but he still had his ethics.
And what Lygus had done had violated every one of them, especially doing it without his consent and knowledge. It was a breach of trust too.
Maybe if he asked Anaxa properly– with a ring perhaps– then Anaxa would agree to it. He’ll willingly procreate more than just one baby. Alas, he didn't and Anaxa had to report it to the authorities.
Then came Khaslana – well you know him.
Compared to Lygus, Khaslana seemed almost normal at first. Yes,,,, sure he was a feared mafia boss, but somehow around Anaxa, he felt… harmless. A dangerous man pretending to be a cute puppy.
But that illusion didn’t last long because Khaslana’s obsession had run just as deep, though it simply wore a prettier mask – hidden behind that absurdly handsome face and ungodly sculpted body.
Khaslana knew exactly how to manipulate him; how to coax, how to tease, how to push and pull until Anaxa found himself doing exactly what the man wanted.
And the worst part? Anaxa let him.
He knew that he was being manipulated but he allowed it. Let Khaslana dominate him, let him devour everything Anaxa had to offer, indulging and letting himself fall under Khaslana’s control.
People who flirted with Anaxa mysteriously disappeared. No one knows where they went, as if they never exist. Khaslana never admitted his involvement.
Well, he didn't have to.
There’s no limit to the funding poured into Anaxa’s research. Everything was approved overnight. Some equipment or resources that would normally take months or years to acquire appeared within weeks. Anaxa could pursue more advanced and more ambitious research than he ever did before.
All because Khaslana made it happen.
There’s cameras installed in his home silently along with a tracker in his phone. Khaslana knew where he was at all times –what route he took, how long he stayed, who he spoke to, his plans for the day. That man basically knew Anaxa’s schedule better than Anaxa did.
Anaxa knew all of that but he never mentioned it. Instead, he gladly used it to put on a ‘show’ for his lover, knowing that Khaslana was watching and listening.
Somewhere in that big mansion of Khaslana’s, there was a huge room filled with photographs of Anaxa. Not just formal portraits. There were candids, taken from afar like a stalker. Screenshots from security feeds. Every angle. Every expression. Every place. Even had beautifully carved sculptures modeled after Anaxa.
He carefully preserved every single of it like it was a priceless art in a private gallery because for Khaslana, Anaxa is an art.
In public, Khaslana showed everyone that Anaxa was his without hesitation. His possessive hand at Anaxa’s waist. A kiss pressed to his lips. Oh–! And anyone who dared insult or disrespect Anaxa were found dead so they would never get to speak of his name ever again.
For Anaxa,,,
There’s something intoxicating about being adored that intensely.
Loved it when Khaslana treated him rough despite Anaxa was like a delicate porcelain doll. Loved it when Khaslana showered him with praise, affection and relentless infatuation. Loved it when Khaslana was so drunk in love with him. Loved it when Khaslana showed him off because being claimed by the most dangerous man in the room makes him untouchable.
And now…….. Nanook.
At first, Anaxa assumed that Nanook’s interest in him was only because of Khaslana. After all, Nanook and Khaslana were enemies. Maybe it was just some twisted way to win– using Khaslana’s ‘weakness’ against him to blackmail him or something.
But the crazy thing was that Nanook had been obsessed with Anaxa all along, watching quietly and patiently from afar.
Nanook even kept tabs on Anaxa’s relationship with Khaslana!!! Because the very next day after their breakup, Anaxa found flowers and gifts at his front door – as if he’s been counting down to this moment!!
Not just one bouquet. Not just a single box of gifts. He literally filled the hallway with them!! Later, the mafia boss himself came to personally court Anaxa to be his.
Anaxa directly rejected him since he’s still tangled in his twisted cat and mouse game with Khaslana but Nanook didn’t give up.
He knew everything that happened between Anaxa and Khaslana after the breakup.
The huge amount of money that arrived in Anaxa's accounts after Khaslana demanded his money back.
The furniture that appeared at his doorstep the day after Khaslana stripped his apartment bare and left him with almost nothing. Yes, yes, yes. Those sexy lingeries included. Anaxa palmed his face the moment he noticed how similar Nanook’s taste was to Khaslana’s.
What made Anaxa almost sway his heart was that army of dromases plushies that Nanook gifted him. Unlike the other gifts that had been delivered by his men, he brought those to Anaxa himself.
Oh… That man really knew Anaxa’s weakness – the cute, innocent face of dromases. It was embarrassingly effective to melt Anaxa’s heart. He couldn’t hide the glimmer in his eyes when he saw it.
Sometimes Anaxa found himself wondering – instead of sending someone to track Anaxa, what if Nanook actually had a spy inside Khaslana’s group? The timing and details were too precise and accurate.
If that was true, then,,, well, as expected of the only boss to survive the bloody full fledged war between the mafia groups ten years ago.
Anaxa didn’t want to owe Nanook anything but Nanook really had a way of forcing ‘generosity’ upon him.
“I–ah,, can’t help you take Khaslana down… or kill him or whatever you–ngh,,, wanted me to do to him––” Anaxa had told Nanook before– when his dripping pussy was impaled on Nanook’s huge cock in his own office.
After what Khaslana did to his research data, Anaxa had to find someone to help him and the ‘connection’ he mentioned was none other than Nanook.
Again, already knowing what happened, Nanook appeared at his office without any invitation. There was no need for him to say anything, when Anaxa himself jumped into the other man’s arm, practically offering himself to Nanook.
“Don’t speak other men’s names when you’re with me, Anaxa.” Nanook whispered, his voice low as he thrusted faster and deeper inside the mint haired man’s pussy. “I don’t care about him. I only want you.”
Anaxa moaned when Nanook’s tip hit his cervix. “Mmh– you.. you don’t care that I only.. ngh.. want to use you?”
“I love it when you use me, kitten~”
The day after, Anaxa already got all the funding and resources he needed to redo his experiments. His research went smoothly and Hyacine practically cried with happiness and relief. Anaxa felt really bad for her since she was dragged indirectly in this mess too. None was her fault.
Heh. Who needed Khaslana anyway?
Nanook proudly showed him off to the guests today. Anaxa heard whispers of people gossiping about him – about how he went from Khaslana to Nanook’s partner when those two are enemies, how a mere professor like him managed to bag two of the most powerful mafia bosses in the underworld.
Anaxa pretended not to notice. He didn’t care about them making up rumors about him since he was already used to it.
After all, he has someone really powerful backing him up. A really good use of a connection.
Nanook… was okay – fine, if he was being honest. He definitely looks rough and intimidating – with the scars on his face and huge body. But with Anaxa, surprisingly he’s a total lover. A gentleman in his own way. Very smitten and protective. Nanook was good in bed too– caring and always prioritizing Anaxa’s pleasure and comfort first.
These few weeks with Nanook made Anaxa think that he was treating Anaxa even better than Khaslana did.
But,,,,, there’s something different between those two….. Hmm…. Something that he couldn’t quite name.
Something that belongs to only Khaslana.
Ugh,,, Anaxa rolled his eyes, annoyed at himself for still thinking about that stupid insufferable man. Khaslana was his ex and since Anaxa already has a new lover, he should stop thinking about Khaslana. That man made him so irritated when he took his beloved son, Dromasilla and also stole his research.
Anaxa looked at his reflection in the mirror again. He wondered if he was the problem here since he repeatedly attracted crazy and dangerous men. Hm… Maybe he should test it after breaking up with Nanook later to see if his hypothesis is true.
He exhaled slowly as he put the concealer back in the purse, adjusting a few strands of hair. Satisfied with his looks, Anaxa then stepped out of the bathroom.
He almost dropped his purse when he saw the familiar figure leaning casually against the wall opposite the restroom. The golden hair shining under the dim light, the expensive suit framed his body perfectly, the thin trail of smoke from the cigarette between his fingers.
What is he doing here?????
Anaxa had been told that he was overseas for some important meeting. That’s what Nanook insisted on to convince Anaxa to attend tonight’s event because Anaxa didn’t want to see that man again.
Khaslana.
He looked very, very different tonight. That piercing gaze when he locked his eyes with Anaxa made Anaxa’s stomach twisted. He knew that gaze too well.
Khaslana was totally mad. Totally furious.
Anaxa adjusted the strap of his purse, put on a stoic face, feigning indifference as if he and Khaslana never shared a bed together, and started walking past him back to the ballroom.
“Are you going back to his arms, Anaxa?” Khaslana’s voice was low.
Anaxa stopped, letting the words sink in. He let out a small scoff before turning to face the man. Ah… so he saw him and Nanook just now. Of course he did.
“Why? Does it bother you?” Anaxa smirked, staring right into Khaslana’s eyes without any fear. “Are you jealous?”
Khaslana straightened slowly. He took one final drag from his cigarette before putting out the cigarette into the nearby provided ashtray.
He stopped right in front of him. Close. Very close. His broad frame cast a shadow over Anaxa’s smaller one. To anyone else, it would have been intimidating but Anaxa was used to this.
The scent of smoke clung to him, mixed with that familiar cologne Anaxa could recognize anywhere. To be honest, Anaxa hated the smell of cigarette smoke. He even told Nanook not to smoke near him, and Nanook had tried to quit entirely because of that.
Definitely the kind of man that Anaxa should choose as a lover.
But somehow with Khaslana,,,, it didn’t bother him. He liked it because Khaslana looks so infuriatingly attractive and hot when he smokes.
See?
See how he always did this? How he turned even Anaxa’s dislikes into something he couldn’t resist??
Khaslana scanned Anaxa from head to toe. His gaze paused at the high neckline of Anaxa’s dress.
Khaslana growled angrily. He never liked it when Anaxa wore something that covered his shoulder and collarbone area because right there under his collarbone was a sun shaped tattoo – matching with the one at the side of Khaslana’s neck.
Most of the clothes Khaslana had bought for him had a lower neckline. Off shoulder with cute spaghetti straps to show that mark to the world. To show that Anaxa belonged to him.
Sexy too. Exactly the way Khaslana preferred.
But now the fabric hid it– surely Anaxa hadn't removed it yet, right? And he smelled different tonight. Not the calm, minty scent Khaslana loves but this one was unfamiliar. Mixed with another man’s cologne scent– which was definitely Nanook’s. Something in Khaslana’s gaze darkened even further.
He hates it.
“You’re covering it,” he said as his fingers traced the spot where the sun tattoo was supposed to be.
Anaxa was amused by how fixated Khaslana was at his collarbone. He knew how much Khaslana loved that small sun tattoo from the way he always looked at it proudly, pressing kisses there every time they were being intimate.
“Nanook doesn’t like it, especially when someone he hates touches what’s his,” Anaxa said provocatively, but he didn’t do anything to stop Khaslana from touching him.
Instead, Anaxa felt a shiver running down his spine when Khaslana’s large hand wrapped around Anaxa’s neck, squeezing it just enough to remind Anaxa of the difference in their strength. His body was betraying him– with how his pussy throbbing and his slick started to wet his panties under Khaslana’s touches.
“Mm? Are you really his?” Khaslana smirked. “..When you’re dripping wet like this for me, baby?”
His other hand slid between the high slit of Anaxa’s dress, cupping the warm plump mound that was covered with lace black panties. Anaxa inhaled sharply, feeling himself slowly losing this game between them when Khaslana pulled his panties aside and started to rub his thumb between his bare wet folds, grazing his sensitive clit.
Khaslana chuckled softly, amused at how easily Anaxa melted into his arms.
“Did he touch you the way you like? Did he fuck you good?” Khaslana murmured near his ear, his breath warm against his skin.
Anaxa laughed softly at the question. “Oh, he definitely did~” Anaxa replied lightly.
“Ahaha~ did you know that his dick was bigger and thicker too~” he looked up at Khaslana through his long lashes, provoking the golden haired man with his seductive gaze.
“Nanook filling me up inside so well~ here~ so~ fullll~~~” Anaxa tracing lazy circles over his flat belly slowly, deliberately.
He tilted his head, smiling sweetly at Khaslana. “Who knows? Maybe there’s a part of him growing inside me right now~”
Khaslana’s usual calm expression cracked, he looked visibly pissed and his jaw was tense. Jealousy and rage flashing in his eyes and the grip on Anaxa’s neck tightening.
Oh Anaxa felt like he had won––––
––until when Khaslana suddenly inserted two fingers in, penetrating his sore cunt and Anaxa gasped, instinctively gripping Khaslana’s broad shoulders.
“Ah–!”
No no no no no– Anaxa chanted repeatedly in his head. He’s your ex. You’re with Nanook now.
But it felt so good. Khaslana’s touch felt so, soooo good. Anaxa felt his brain turn into mush as he pressed his face on Khaslana’s broad chest.
Ah.. Anaxa would never admit loudly and feed Khaslana’s ego on how much he loved and missed those thick long fingers inside him, fingering him in public just like what he’s doing now.
His hand slid from Anaxa’s throat, loosening its hold and moving lower. His palm pressed flat against Anaxa’s stomach.
“Here?” Khaslana’s voice darkened.
His thumb pressed harder, applying a lot of pressure there as if he wanted to make sure – or killing whatever it was inside Anaxa’s womb.
“If there’s anything of his inside you,” Khaslana whispered, his golden eyes cold as ice, “I will tear your belly apart and take that thing out myself, Anaxa.”
Anaxa’s breath hitched at the threat. He knew Khaslana wasn’t joking.
Khaslana will definitely tear his stomach if Anaxa ever becomes pregnant with someone else’s baby – even more if it’s Nanook’s.
That should have terrified him. This man was unstable, dangerous and crazy. A threat.
But it didn’t scare Anaxa. If anything, it made him more excited. His heart was pounding so fast that it made him dizzy. His walls tighten, juices drenching Khaslana’s fingers.
Through the haze from the pleasure clouding his thoughts and reason, Anaxa finally understood what Khaslana had that Nanook didn’t.
Nanook was gentle. Attentive. So careful with him, as if Anaxa was something fragile. He put Anaxa on a pedestal as someone to be adored and treasured.
But Khaslana,,,,
His dearly, infuriating Khaslana…..
Okay, simply put; Nanook offered a throne while Khaslana offered a battlefield.
And Anaxa?
Oh, Anaxa always loved a good war~
He loved the weight of Khaslana’s firm grip and getting manhandled roughly. The way Khaslana’s voice dropped when he was angry. The way he didn’t hesitate to put Anaxa back in place when he pushed too far. The thrill of being overpowered by someone who matched him, someone who refused to let him win.
Khaslana knew it.
He saw it, the spark in Anaxa’s magenta eyes– the defiance, the invitation.
A grin tugged at his lips.
Him and Anaxa were really a match made in heaven~
Why did they even break up before? Both didn’t care anymore the reason why.
Without breaking their eye contact, he reached up and pulled free the pins securing Anaxa’s neat bun, throwing them on the floor.
Anaxa’s hair fell, framing his flushed face.
“I prefer it like this,” Khaslana grinned, his gaze lingered on Anaxa’s face.
Without warning, his fingers tangled into the soft mint strands and tugged it hrashly, enough to draw a sharp inhale from Anaxa. His head tilted back, exposing his throat and the vulnerable curve of his neck.
Khaslana peppered small kisses along Anaxa’s jaw while pumping his fingers faster, already inserting four fingers inside. Lewd squelching noises and Anaxa’s soft moans filled the dim hallway.
Anaxa trembled, but he forced himself to smirk, wanting to taunt the golden haired man more. “You’re trying so hard tonight, Khaslana~ Is it because you’re scared that I won’t come back~?”
“So bold of you, my dear Anaxa~” Khaslana scoffed, giving a lick along the shell of Anaxa’s ear, knowing very well Anaxa’s sensitive spots that made him tremble. “You were the one who always begging for my cock~”
Anaxa laughed, pressing his body even closer to Khaslana. “Mmm– at least Nanook doesn’t need to prove himself every time he fucks me~”
This time, Khaslana didn’t look angry or pissed anymore.
“Oh, really sweetheart?” He leaned in, voice low enough that it felt like a secret meant only for Anaxa.
“Does he know too….” Khaslana whispered with his sexy voice, “... how much you like to be treated like a slut~?”
He curled his fingers, his fingertips touched Anaxa’s sweet spot, making him come on the spot.
“Mmmh~~ ♡” Anaxa squirted, his juices dripping down his legs and wetting the carpet beneath them.
Anaxa panted hard, his mind hazy from the delicious orgasm.
Instinctively– just like he used to– he tilted his head up, staring at Khaslana with his love drunk eyes to ask for a kiss. But Khaslana didn’t reward the silent plea.
Instead, he pulled his drenched fingers out of Anaxa’s cunt and showed it to him.
He didn’t need to say anything for Anaxa already opened his mouth, sucking his glistening fingers clean while keeping an eye contact with Khaslana.
His wet tongue traced them slowly, taking his sweet time as if he’s savouring something else– something far bigger and thicker than Khaslana’s fingers. The tension between them grew thicker.
Anaxa saw how Khaslana’s eyes were flickering with lust and need.
He smiled faintly around Khaslana’s fingers before finally releasing them and let his hands romaed lower, boldly palming the obvious bulge under Khaslana’s pants.
“So,,,” Anaxa murmured, squeezing it lightly to push him further, feeling the hardened erection. “What are you going to do about it, dear Khaslana~?”
Without warning and hesitation, Khaslana lifted Anaxa effortlessly into his arms as if he weighed nothing at all. Anaxa barely had time to react before Khaslana turned and began walking towards the grand ballroom filled with guests.
“I’ll show him and everyone,” Khaslana said, his voice calm but dangerous, “to remind you…”
There’s a heavy pause.
“Exactly who you keep coming back to, Anaxa~♡”