I was getting ready as I had to go on a dinner date with my girlfriend when the doorbell rang. It was past eight and this was quite an unexpected time for anyone to visit me. I went to answer the door anyways, it was the postman, he handed me a letter which had a luxurious feel to it. I turned the letter and almost gasped. It was a letter from Victor Miller, the most influential and affluent man in the town. I didn't even give it a second thought, thinking it was a prank I left it at the dresser and grabbed the car keys and left for the restaurant. I had booked tables in one of the oldest and luxurious restaurants in town. Upon reaching the restaurant I sat at the table patiently waiting for Belle to arrive, she always arrives late so I wasn't surprised. She finnaly arrived, she looked ethereal, her perfect eyes, her glossy red lips and charming demeanor made my heart glitter. I quickly got up and rushed to pull out the chair so she could sit comfortably. After a while, the waiter arrived and took our order. While waiting, I thought it'd be a good time to ask her if she'd be willing to finnaly meet my parents. As persuaded her to meet my parents, she got extremely agitated and started to lecture me about how it's too early for her to meet my parents. I was pretty upset so in the heat of the moment I said "Okay Fine, Shut Up!". I didn't even say it in a angry way just a cold way but it was enough to cause her to have a full on mental breakdown. As soon as our wine arrived she threw the glass of wine across the table and everyone watched us. She then told me to fuck myself and left. I was beyond embarrassed, I paid the bill and left too, I was almost on the verge of tears. I reached home, I didn't even have the energy to change so I slept in my clothes drenched and stained with wine. In the morning when I woke up I was still feeling quite tired from whatever had gone down last night but I was sure I wasn't gonna be the one to apologize this time. I left the bed and decided to go grab coffee, while on my way to the kitchen my eyes fell on the letter which I had received yesterday, allegedly from "Victor Miller". I went to the dresser and picked the up the letter and began to read it.
"Dear Daniel,
I would be highly honored to have you present at my mansion party being hosted next Saturday, you can message the number XXXX-XXXX to recieve the details of the party. I request you to not share this information as that would be a dishonor my prestige. Hope to see you soon!
Yours Truly,
Victor Miller."
Not only did this look like something Victor Miller would write it also had his signature on it. It was him after all. I was delighted but extremely confused as I wasn't exactly the kind of person that Victor Miller would invite to his party. I am a typical influencer with somewhat a large following, nothing special other than the fact I come from quite a wealthy family. I was highly excited to attend this party, it was a once in a lifetime opportunity. I quickly messaged the number and received the details.
The days leading up to the party felt like they crawled by. I was a mix of excitement and anxiety, unable to focus on anything else. I didn't tell anyone, not even Belle. Things with her were still strained after that disaster of a dinner. When Saturday finally arrived, I spent more time than I'd like to admit getting ready. I wanted to look perfect-like I belonged in a place like Victor Miller's mansion. I chose a suit that was stylish but not too flashy, trying to strike the right balance between looking impressive and not like I was trying too hard.
When I stepped outside my apartment, I was startled to see a black car waiting for me, just as the message had said it would be. The driver didn't say a word, just opened the door for me with a nod. I slid inside, my nerves jangling as the car glided through the city streets.
The drive felt like it took forever. We drove through the wealthier parts of town, and I tried to steady my breath, but the anticipation was too much. Finally, we arrived at the mansion, and even from the outside, it was more impressive than I'd imagined. Grand, with warm lights spilling out from every window, making the place look like something out of a movie.
I stepped out, handing my keys to the valet as if I did this sort of thing all the time. Inside, the mansion was breathtaking. The foyer alone was larger than my entire apartment, filled with people who looked like they were born into this world of wealth and power. I recognized a few faces from social media and television, but it was all a blur.
A waiter passed by with a tray of champagne, and I grabbed a glass, grateful for something to do with my hands. I wandered through the rooms, trying to blend in, but I felt like an outsider. What was I even doing here? This wasn't my world.
I was contemplating when I suddenly heard a smooth and commanding voice,
"Daniel, I'm glad you could make it."
I turned, and there he was-Victor Miller. I'd seen him in the news, of course, and in photos, but in person, he was even more imposing. He had this air of authority about him, like he owned the very ground we were standing on. And in a way, he probably did.
"Mr. Miller," I managed, shaking his hand. His grip was firm, his eyes intense as they locked onto mine. "It's an honor to be here."
"The honor is mine," he said, with a small smile that made my heart skip a beat. "I've heard a lot about you, Daniel."
I was completely thrown off guard. "About me? I'm just an influencer. I didn't think I was on your radar."
Victor chuckled, the sound low and warm. "You'd be surprised how small this town really is. People talk, and I listen. But tonight, I'm more interested in getting to know you personally."
My pulse quickened at his words. The way he said it, with that look in his eyes-I wasn't sure if he meant it as a simple conversation or something more. Either way, I was hooked.
He gestured for me to follow him, and I did, feeling like I was being pulled into something much bigger than I understood. He led me down a long hallway lined with portraits-his ancestors, I guessed-and into a study. The room was cozy, with dark wood paneling and a fire roaring in the fireplace, a stark contrast to the lively party outside.
Victor poured us both a glass of scotch, and when he handed mine to me, our fingers brushed. That brief contact sent a shiver down my spine, and I struggled to keep my hand steady. We sat down, the fire casting a warm glow over everything, but I couldn't focus on anything except Victor. He was studying me, his gaze so intense it felt like he was peeling away all my layers exposing something raw and vulnerable beneath. I'd never felt anything like it before.
"You're probably wondering why you're here," he said, breaking the silence. His voice was smooth, but there was an edge to it, something that made my pulse race.
I nodded, feeling my mouth go dry. I wanted to say something clever, something that would impress him, but all I could think about was how close he was, how much I wanted him to close the distance between us.
He leaned back in his chair, taking a sip of his scotch. "I see potential in you, Daniel. You've got influence, and you come from a good family. But there's more to you than just that, isn't there?"
His words were like a caress, and I felt my face heat up. He was seeing right through me, stripping away all the superficial things I hid behind. I swallowed hard, trying to find my voice. "I... I don't know what you mean."
He smiled then, slow and deliberate, and it made my stomach flip. "You're ambitious, Daniel. Ambitious and... curious."
That word-curious-hung in the air between us, heavy with meaning. He knew. Somehow, he knew what I was too scared to admit even to myself. My breath hitched, and I felt a flush of heat spread through me, a mixture of fear and something else-something dark and thrilling.
Victor leaned forward, his eyes locked on mine, and the air between us crackled with tension. "Tell me, Daniel," he whispered, his voice like velvet. "What do you want?"
The question hit me like a punch to the gut. I could hardly breathe, my heart pounding so hard I thought he might hear it. What did I want? I wanted him, with an intensity that terrified me I couldn't say that, could I?
Yet as I looked into his eyes, I saw that he already knew. And somehow, that made it easier. I took a deep breath, my hands trembling slightly as I set my glass down.
"I want... you," I finally whispered, the words coming out in a rush before I lost my nerve.
Victor's smile widened, and before I could process what was happening, he was out of his chair, closing the distance between us in an instant. He stood over me, his presence overwhelming, and all I could do was look up at him, completely at his mercy.
Victor reached out, his hand sliding around the back of my neck, and pulled me to my feet. The glass of scotch slipped from my fingers, but I didn't care. All I could focus on was the heat of his touch, the way his breath felt hot against my skin.
"Good," he murmured, his lips brushing against my ear. "Because I want you too."
Then his mouth was on mine, and all the tension between us exploded into something electric. The kiss was hungry, demanding, and I couldn't get enough. I pressed against him, feeling the solid muscle of his chest beneath his suit, and I moaned as his tongue parted my lips, taking control in a way that made my head spin.
His hands were everywhere-on my back, my chest, pulling me closer until there was nothing between us but fabric and heat. He pushed me back against the wall, his mouth never leaving mine, and I was lost in the feel of him, the taste of him, the sheer power of him. He then started to undress me, his hands quickly unbuttoned my shirt, revealing my bare torso. In no time, his hands went down my torso and opened my pants. He grabbed my thick cock which was throbbing uncontrollably, he then started to jerk me off. I couldn't control and I started to undress him, in no time, both of us were naked and our clothes on the floor. He whispered in my ear, "Should we take this further?" i moaned and yelled yes. He then held my body and pushed me against the wall and buried his huge cock covered with pre-cum into me. He pounded me with a dominance i had never encountered. I could feel his cock in my intestines, i whimpered like a dog in heat. He held me from the back firmly and jerked me off while pounding me. I was in uncontrollable heat, i came soon after exploding all over the wall and his hand. He took my cum and massaged his cock with it and continued to pound me. After a while he filled me entirely with his cum. When he finally pulled out, I was gasping for breath, my body trembling with need. Victor looked down at me, his eyes dark with desire, and I knew that I was completely and utterly his.
"Welcome to my world," he said, his voice rough with lust, and I shivered in response.
I smiled, a thrill running through me at his words. Whatever this was, I was in, completely and without reservation. Victor Miller had just opened a door to a new world, and I was more than ready to step through.
The days that followed were a blur of anticipation and stolen moments. Victor and I met in secret, his presence consuming my thoughts, his touch burning into my skin long after he’d left. He was everything I’d ever wanted—powerful, confident, and utterly intoxicating. I found myself constantly thinking about him, craving the next time we would be alone together.
We’d meet in hidden corners of the mansion, away from prying eyes. Sometimes, he’d summon me to his office in the middle of the night, and I’d slip out of my apartment, my heart racing with the thrill of it. Victor was always in control, always one step ahead, and I couldn’t get enough. The sex was intense, almost primal, and every encounter left me aching for more.
But as exhilarating as it was, there was also an undercurrent of something darker. Victor was possessive, sometimes to the point of being overwhelming. He wanted all of me—my time, my thoughts, my body. And I gave it to him willingly, even when it started to feel like I was losing myself in the process.
One night, after a particularly intense encounter, we lay in bed together, the sheets tangled around us. The fire in the hearth had burned low, casting flickering shadows across the room. Victor was silent, his arm draped over my chest, his breath warm against my neck.
I turned my head to look at him, feeling a strange mix of emotions—contentment, desire, and something else, something I couldn’t quite name. “What are we doing, Victor?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
He didn’t answer right away. When he finally spoke, his voice was low, almost hesitant. “You know what I want, Daniel. I want you—completely.”
I swallowed hard, a knot forming in my stomach. “And what about Belle? What about… everything else?”
He tightened his arm around me, pulling me closer. “Forget about her. Forget about everything. This is what matters—us, here, now.”
His words were like a drug, soothing and dangerous all at once. I wanted to believe him, to let myself be swept away in the fantasy he was offering. But the reality of it all was starting to weigh on me. I was living a double life, caught between two worlds, and it was only a matter of time before it all came crashing down.
As much as I wanted Victor, I couldn’t deny that I was losing myself. The man I had been before I met him—carefree, confident, happy—was slipping away, replaced by someone I barely recognized. I had become consumed by him, by us, and it was starting to scare me.
The breaking point came one night when Belle called me out of the blue. We hadn’t spoken since that disastrous dinner, and hearing her voice sent a jolt of guilt through me. She wanted to meet, to talk things through, and for the first time in weeks, I realized how much I had missed her. How much I had missed *myself*.
I agreed to meet her, knowing that it would mean confronting everything I had been avoiding—my feelings for Victor, the lies I had been living, and the person I had become. But I couldn’t keep running. I needed to find a way out, a way back to the person I used to be.
When I arrived at the café where we’d agreed to meet, Belle was already there, sitting at a table by the window. She looked up as I approached, and I saw the uncertainty in her eyes—the same uncertainty I felt in my own heart.
“Daniel,” she said softly, as I sat down across from her. “What’s going on? You’ve been so distant, and I… I don’t know what to think anymore.”
I took a deep breath, the words catching in my throat. “Belle, I… I haven’t been honest with you, or with myself. Things have gotten really complicated, and I’m sorry. I never meant to hurt you.”
She looked at me, her expression softening. “Complicated how? What’s happened, Daniel?”
I hesitated, my mind racing. I couldn’t tell her the whole truth—not about Victor, not about the way he made me feel. But I needed to say something, to give her—and myself—some kind of closure.
“I’ve been… seeing someone else,” I admitted, the words tasting bitter in my mouth. “It’s not what you think. It’s just… I got caught up in something, and it spiraled out of control.”
Belle’s face fell, her eyes filling with tears. “Why didn’t you tell me? Why didn’t you just… talk to me?”
“I don’t know,” I said, my voice breaking. “I was scared. I didn’t want to lose you, but I didn’t want to lie to you, either. I was stupid, Belle. I’m sorry.”
She was silent for a long time, her gaze fixed on the table. Finally, she nodded, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. “I guess I should have seen it coming,” she said quietly. “But… I still care about you, Daniel. I just want you to be happy.”
The pain in her voice was like a knife to my heart. I reached across the table, taking her hand in mine. “You deserve better, Belle. You deserve someone who can give you everything, someone who’s not… broken, like me.”
She looked up at me, her eyes searching mine. “You’re not broken, Daniel. You just… need to figure out who you are. And I hope you do.”
We sat there for a while, holding hands, saying everything and nothing all at once. When we finally parted ways, it felt like the end of something important, something I wasn’t sure I would ever get back. But it also felt like the beginning of something new—a chance to start over, to find myself again.
When I returned to the mansion later that night, Victor was waiting for me. He could tell something had changed, that I wasn’t the same as I had been before. I could see it in his eyes, the way he looked at me with a mix of concern and something else—something like fear.
“Daniel,” he said, his voice uncertain for the first time since I had met him. “What happened?”
I looked at him, the man who had become my entire world, and I knew what I had to do. It wasn’t going to be easy, and it wasn’t going to be painless, but it was necessary.
“I can’t do this anymore, Victor,” I said, my voice trembling. “I’ve lost myself in you, in us, and I need to find my way back.”
He stared at me, his expression unreadable. “Are you saying you’re leaving?”
I nodded, feeling the weight of the decision settle in my chest. “I need to. I need to figure out who I am, without you, without all of this.”
For a moment, I thought he might argue, might try to convince me to stay. But instead, he just nodded, his face a mask of calm. “If that’s what you need, then I won’t stop you. But just know that you’ll always have a place here, with me, if you ever change your mind.”
His words hit me harder than I expected, but I knew he meant them. Victor was a man of power, but he wasn’t a man who begged or pleaded. He respected my decision, even if it hurt him.
I packed my things that night and left the mansion, stepping out into the cool night air with a sense of finality. I didn’t know where I was going, or what I would find, but I knew that I needed to take this journey on my own.
As I drove away, the city lights reflecting in my rearview mirror, I felt a strange mix of sadness and hope. I had lost something precious, but I had also gained something—myself.
And in the end, that was the only thing that really mattered.
(This is currently only a short story however if you'd like me to continue you can let me know in the comments, I decided to release this before I can again start focusing on the multi chapter "Stay In Bed". Hope you enjoyed!)
