Dominic's POV
I've been in front of my laptop for hours, my eyes glued to the images from my Google search. I squinted, clicking on one that caught my attention, a sly smirk tugging at my lips as I zoomed in, mesmerized by his foxy golden eyes—lustful and bold.

I tapped on the keyboard, adding it to a folder titled "Mark's sexy pictures." That was the 100th photo, completing my collection.

I glanced at my secretary behind me. He was as stiff as a tree, his expression a mix of terror and disgust. I had forced him to admire the beauty I was now obsessed with. "Isn't he beautiful?" I grinned, slowly browsing through my folder—careful not to miss important details like the tiny curves on his hips and slender waist.

"Y-Y-Yes, absolutely," he stammered, forcing a smile.

A dark glint crossed my eyes. Bewitched by his alluring charms, I gazed at his unique acrobatic poses, fantasizing about the different positions I would love to put him in. "Find out where he lives" I commanded.

"B-But isn't that against—"

I shot him a glare, making him swallow the rest of his words.

"Y-Yes, sir!" he stammered.

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I pressed the doorbell of the mansion, which rang out with a loud ding—no answer. I would have thought he wasn't home if I hadn't dug up some information about his daily schedule.

I reached to hit the doorbell again, but the door opened automatically, and I walked in, taking in the exquisite icy blue room aesthetics. "Mark?" I called, noticing the television playing with no one there to watch.

"Yeah?" his voice replied from the sofa. My eyes gleamed as I moved closer.

My eyes nearly popped out of their sockets; I forgot how to breathe, staring at his naked body, glowing in radiance.

He tilted his head backward, lifting his gaze from the movie, and our eyes met. "Dominic? What are you doing here?" He raised a brow, sitting upright.

"I... I, um." I stuttered. For the first time, here I was, muttering nonsense, blushing like an idiot with a spiked heartbeat as if I were in love. I shouldn't react this way to a man's nude.

"Never mind, you can sit anywhere," he said, waving his hand.

"T-Thank you,' I answered, sitting on the same sofa but at arm's length, worried he might hear my heart thumping.

"Can I get you a drink?" Mark asked, walking to the door. My gaze narrowed down to his rounded, plump ass, moving as if begging to be chomped on.

Sensing my intense stare, he turned around, catching my gaze before I diverted my eyes. "Are you bothered by my appearance? You've been looking since you got here," he said.

I chuckled, a faint shade of pink flashing on my cheeks. "Not at all" I replied, a glint of mischief in my eyes. "And for my drink, I want cock."

He paused, spacing out for a moment, his eyebrows creased. "A cocktail?"

I licked my lips, smirking slyly. "No, just cock."

"Oh?" Mark froze, wide-eyed.

A naughty smile tugged at the corner of my mouth, a lustful gaze lingering on his body. "Hey, let's do it."

"Hard pass... super hard pass"' he replied.

"Why? But you love sex," I asked, confused by his answer.

Mark frowned, crossing his arms and snorting. "Hmph! I'm mad at you, so, no."

"What did I do?" I asked, shrugging.

"I tell you something in private, and then you take it to the press? Do you know it's rude and disrespectful to 'out' people like that? We know Damian's a rainbow, but Bentley was still in the closet until you outed him. That's low, even for you," he said harshly.

"I'm sorry, I won't do it again," I apologized.

He turned his face away, pretending not to hear. I waited a while before repeating myself. "I'm sorry. Do I have to go on my knees for you to forgive me?"

I had no idea what I was thinking when I knelt, walking on my knees to reach him and hugged his thighs. I raised my gaze, faking a remorseful look. "No one ever told me that; I'm very sorry. Please, forgive me, I said softly, gripping him and forcing a sob.

He rolled his eyes. "Alright, stop crying!"

"Have you forgiven me?" I whispered with a small pout, gazing at his angry face.

"Yeah, now get up. What's a billionaire doing on his knees? Have some shame, would you?" he sighed, shaking his head in disappointment.

I smirked, getting up and adjusting myself. This man was So gullible that he fell for the act. "Let's do it," I said, reaching for my zipper.

"Can we reschedule? I'm going out tonight."

I paused, hands in mid-air. "Where?"

He shrugged. "I don't know, anywhere the gays are at. It'll come to me on the way."

"How about a strip club?" I suggested. He grinned, gasping. "Yes! A gay strip club."

"No, a regular one with female strippers."

Mark's smile faded. "Nah, I'll pass. Go alone and knock yourself out."

"C'mon, it'll be fun."

"I have no one to sleep with; It'll be boring," he grumbled.

"You can sleep with me," I said, grinning dubiously.

In a strip club like that, I'd be the best and only option; there'd be no other man in the competition. His eyes would be on me, and me alone.

"Hmm, works for me," he agreed, turning to the stairs. "TIl go get dressed; wait here, it won't take long."

"Take your time, honey-gold," I replied, admiring his beautiful long legs as he ascended the stairs, stepping like a prom king going to receive his crown.

Author's note:
Sadly, I'm going back to school tomorrow, so the next chapter will come on Saturday. Then, I'll be dropping the weekly update.