No one should be this attractive.

No one in this damn world should look like they were carved by God himself.

But this man did and he knew he was the shit, looking like sin delivered straight from the devil. I hated that I couldn't stop staring at him. I hated that I couldn't stop myself from thinking about him, his tall stature, how muscular he must be under that black suit he always looked so crisp and effortlessly attractive in. I hated that no matter how much attention I secretly gave, he gave me nothing at all. I had only met him twice after all.

Him.

Milo Fernandez.

"God," I slapped myself on the forehead. "I really need to get laid soon." I let out a sigh, staring at my computer. It had been a long time since I had sex. I had a girlfriend once upon a time, but she left me because I was too dedicated to my job. I was merely just trying to work a lot so that I could get more money and buy our future house. It was safe to say that I have been pent up and jealous of everyone else's relationships. I hated that I couldn't have what everyone else had. What was wrong with me? Was I not good enough?

"Alexandrov!"

I hissed at the loud voice of my partner as he came bustling over to me, his green eyes wide in mirth, twinkling as he grinned brightly. He ran a hand through his sandy blonde hair, tilting his tan head. "That's me." I muttered humorlessly as I lifted my gaze up to him. "What's got you so happy, Brad?" He clapped his hands together, putting them on his hips. "Santi is having a dinner party for his close friends as a way of moving past everything that has happened," He began and I furrowed my brows, wondering why he was telling me about his kingpin boy toy. I had nothing against him, but if he hurt Brad, I was going to waste no time in arresting him. "It's going to be tight-knit though. People like me, Terrence, Rosalee, Sierra, Lorenzo, Zion, Milo-" I darted my eyes to him as soon as he said the name of power. He narrowed his eyes, smirking with knowledge as he caught on.

"Does someone have a little crush on Mr. Fernandez?" He pointed a finger at me and I blushed, scowling. "Miss me with that gay shit." I folded my arms, looking away. He grinned wider, unfazed by me. "Have fun," I murmured plainly, knowing that I was going to go nowhere near that sinful man. He was already making me crazy just by standing. Brad leaned down, peeking into my face. "Santi did tell me to invite you, but if you don't want to go..." He trailed off, watching my every move. I reddened, letting out a long sigh. I wasn't going to go, but if he wanted me there, then I was going to be a good partner.

"Fine." I curtly said and he cheesed like an idiot. "But you better not leave me by myself or I will skin you alive." I threatened and Brad put a hand up to his heart. "Scout's honor," That's what he said, but his eyes said differently.

The fuck was he planning?

Sooner or later, I was back in my lush apartment, deeming myself appropriate for the sixteenth time. I had to make sure my grey hoodie matched my jeans and my leather jacket. I thought I looked great with my black ripped jeans, a grey hoodie with my black leather jacket, donned with sleek black boots and my silver chain. I put in my silver earring on the left, slipping on my glasses.

I sprayed some cologne and ran a hand through my hair. Once I was good, I stepped out of my apartment, locking it as I held my keys. "Took you long enough." I heard a bored voice and I turned to see Brad standing there, wearing denim jeans, a sweater, and Timberland boots. "Shut up," I motioned for him to lead me to his truck. "Oh, Santi sent a car for us." He pointed to the black car on the curb and I nodded. The driver opened the limo door for us and we slid inside the grand vehicle.

I would never be able to get used to how much money this man had.

"Santiago and his team are already at Lombardi's," Brad cut in as he texted on his phone. I felt a wave of nervousness hit my core as I bobbed my leg up and down, looking out the window. I had no idea why I was so anxious but the thought of seeing that man stirred me up. What was it about him? I couldn't answer that. "No need to be so tense. You've met them before," There was this tone that he had in his voice like he was taunting me and I found it disgusting. "You little—" I went to reach for him but the car came to a stop and my door was opened. "We have arrived." Brad cheered in glee, ushering me to get out.

I wobbled on my knees as we stood in front of the lavish restaurant, its signs daring me to come in. "Let's go," Brad pulled me along with the grab of my sleeve and I gulped, wondering if it was too late to turn around.

The bitch left me as soon as we entered the restaurant.

"Santiago!" He beamed once his eyes landed on the dark man. He all but scurried over to him like a rat, leaving me standing there awkwardly. That asshole broke his promise. I let out a breath of nervousness, scanning the crowd for that tall and broad stature, but it was no use. He wasn't here. Did Brad lie to me? "Hmm," There was a deep and guttural hum from behind me and my heart thundered in my chest. "Looking for someone?" The sound of crisp footsteps cracked the air behind me as a hot breath tickled my earlobe.

There was no way that I didn't recognize that voice.

I gulped as I slowly turned around, the breath slowly leaving my entire soul as my eyes landed on the temptation before me. Him dressed in a suit and tie was enough to make me want to faint on the spot, but this, this sight took the god damn cake. "Like what you see?" That dark voice chuckled as I took in his tan suede boots, his ripped dark jeans, up to his beige sweater that showcased his taut muscles, up to that chiseled jawline, those soft lips drawn up in a smirk with those pearly whites peeking through and up to those dark eyes hiding behind a pair of gold shades.

My lord who art in heaven, please give me the singular strength.

"Mr. F-Fernandez!" I squeaked in alarm, wanting to sink myself on a blade for this level of embarrassment. That beautiful arch of his brow spoke to me. "No need to be formal, Alex," He chuckled a bit and my cheeks flamed at the way he said my name. Maybe I should arrest him for making my heart beat this face. "Just call me Milo." He waved a hand at me and I softly smiled, thinking of how nice his name was, how befitting it was for a delicious man like him. "Mi..." I trailed off as I stared at him, watching him remove his shades, fixating those obsidian eyes on me.

"Or you can call me that too," His voice was sultry as he pulled out a seat at the bar. "Trust me, I won't mind." He winked at the smell of his cologne invading my nostrils, a swoon leaving me as he motioned for me to sit down next to him. From the looks of it, he wasn't asking but he was demanding that I do it. So I sat my ass down in the chair next to him, fidgeting like an idiot. Why was I like this?

Alexandrov Tadeo Cruz, please find your chill.

Milo motioned to the bartender and before I knew it, two glasses of whiskey, neat, were placed before us. My eyes traveled to him as he picked up his glass, drinking the fine alcohol. "So Alex," He drawled as he looked at me from the corner of his eyes. "Tell me about the partner of the man who captured my boss's heart." He relented, turning to me and giving me his full attention. There was no fucking way in hell that I would be able to have a conversation with the man who haunted my dreams without stuttering, so I picked up my glass and downed it all in one go.

The smooth liquid traveled down my throat, the honey and vanilla smoky blend burning my taste buds as I shook my head with a snap of my tongue. "Oh?" There was a word of amusement. "You waste no time, I see," I panted, the alcohol nulling my senses as I turned to him, devastatingly aware of our proximity. "You know my name and you know that I am now the lieutenant of the NYPD. My birthday is October 10th and I'm 28, I like the color white, I had about three speeding tickets on my record before I became a cop, I live alone, I love chicken grilled cheese sandwiches, and I have aquaphobia." I stated in one go, my mind hazy with the alcohol. Milo stared intently, nodding.

"But what I want to know is," He slowly inched closer and closer to me, a hitch in my breath. "How do you see guys like me and guys like yourself? You are a man of the law and here you are, conversing with me," His honey breath fanned over my face as his dark eyes scanned from my eyes to my lips. "As long as you don't cause me problems," I smirked, leaning closer just so he could feel the heat of my skin. I had no idea why I was doing this. I wasn't interested in men by a long shot. "I don't care what you do."

Then he smirked.

"Then what about your special someone?" His voice took a deep tone as the smell of his cologne continued to swirl around us, coating us in the moment. He was staring so intensely into my eyes and I had to fight a gulp. "I uh," I paused, trying to regain some self-control. "I don't have one," I whispered and he drew away slowly like a snake, a hint of satisfaction poking at his features. "Interesting," He rubbed his jawline, eyes never leaving me. "Completely interesting." He smirked and I narrowed my eyes, telling myself not to fall under his charm. "So tell me about you." I pointed and he nodded with ease.

"The name's Milo Fernandez and I am 24." I blinked at his age because holy shit. "My birthday is July 3rd, my favorite color is black," Like your soul. "I am the right-hand man of Santiago. I was in a bad place in my life when he found me. I didn't have any goals before him and like you, I have a house all to myself. I love enchiladas and I don't think I'm afraid of anything." He pondered and a smile graced my lips as I stared at him, wondering why he was so damn attractive. "At some point, I was married," He rolled his eyes and I frowned at the disgust on his face. "But that doesn't matter. I am a single man," His eyes flashed to me and he reached a hand out to rub my cheek.

"No need to look so upset. It was what it was." His voice was calm and reassuring and I needed, thinking of a question.

"Have you ever been in the back of a cop car?"

His eyes widened as he shook his head, "No, I haven't," His lips quirked up into a devious grin as his finger lifted my chin up. "But I gladly get in if you arrested me."

I choked on nothing but air as I registered his words, blushing heavily and he laughed, handing me a slip of paper. "You seem like good company," Milo grinned and I sensed something evil lurking under those lips. "Text me, kitten." He slid out of his chair with grace as Santiago approached him. "I'll be waiting." He sent me a signature wink as he followed Santiago out, taking my common sense with him. "Ooh," Brad came up next to me. "I see someone has been putting his charm to use," I scoffed as I got out of my seat.

"Yea," I didn't want to admit it to Brad of all people, but it felt as if his charm was working.

"Are you going to text him?" I shrugged, staring at the numbers on the paper. "I don't know." This was the first time in my life that I had ever felt so unsure of something. I was straight, had been my whole life, and here came this man who made me question who I was.

"Well, I know this must be tough for you, Alex," Brad put an arm around my shoulder. "But do what makes you feel good and question it later."

Such simple words yet so powerful meanings.

He was right. I could think about that later after I managed to fuck everything up. I wasn't sure what Milo wanted from me, but the nagging voice in my mind told me to go find out as this was the first time in a long time. I sighed as I entered the numbers into my phone, knowing that my dignity was no longer.

Alexandrov Cruz: hi.

It sounded so awkward in my head and I wanted to take it back but I couldn't. Shit, would he know that it was me?

Alexandrov Cruz: This is alex.

Milo Fernandez: I kinda figured :)

I closed my eyes as my chest started beating erratically, willing myself to find some calmness within me. "Are you blushing over there?" Brad teased as we walked outside of the restaurant, our chauffeur waiting for us. "Shut up, asshole." I threw back, sliding into the back of the limo when the door opened for us.

Milo Fernandez: Had fun with you. Thanks for entertaining me.

The blood almost shot out of my nostrils as I read the words, my heart palpitations going through the roof. This was not good for me or for my health.

Alexandrov Cruz: ...i guess i had fun too.

Milo Fernandez: Lol, your shyness is too cute.

Alexandrov Cruz: shut up.

Milo Fernandez: Why don't you make me?

Milo Fernandez: It seems I made the kitten speechless.

Alexandrov Cruz: no you didn't! I was just processing what you said!

Milo Fernandez: Don't lie. you were too shellshocked to respond. I know ;)

Alexandrov Cruz: fuck off.

Milo Fernandez: I will if you bend over.

I started to choke on my saliva, locking my phone instantly as I stared out of the window, eyes widened in pure mortification. Yea, I wasn't going to text him back. He made my mind conjure up images that I didn't need. I had to think about things deeply and clearly. Was this something that I wanted or was this just my body acting out? "Thanks, Brad," I said once the car stopped outside my apartment. "I'll text you later." I waved to the man as I opened my door. "Before or after you text Milo?" He winked and I hated myself for letting my cheeks redden as I stepped out of the vehicle. "Die." I muttered, closing the door and walking to the lobby.

Once I was in the space of my own living room, my phone chimed as I landed on the couch with a garbled sigh.

Milo Fernandez: Did you get home safely?

Alexandrov Cruz: Yes, I did.

Milo Fernandez: Good. Make sure you lock all of your doors and windows. Have a good night, kitten :)

Alexandrov Cruz: You too.

I huffed with a vengeance, staring up at my ceiling. I had no idea what to do about this. I mean, what did he want from me? Was I just a game to him? What did I want from him, first of all? "Shit," I palmed my face, screeching. I had no idea where this attraction even came from. I remembered seeing him for the first time from afar at the Zonglovia base when Terrence made that 10-50 and he had caught my eye instantly. "Damn it, no Alex." I blew air out, telling myself that it wouldn't work out. I was straight and whatever ideas he had would not work on me.

Then I saw him again at the hospital and that thought vanished.

"How are you feeling?" I asked Brad as I approached his bedside, his stomach just small enough for me to see the pudge. "I'm feeling fine. I coughed up a small amount of blood and Santiago nearly died on the spot," He motioned to himself. "Hence why I am here." I blinked in alarm as I stared at him. "The doctor said that it was a complication of bronchitis that I had. I was coughing too much and as a result, my airways shed. It's just now coming up though." I grimaced at the thought.

"Well, it's good that you're okay." He nodded before grinning at something behind me. "So good to see you, Milo!" He all but screeched and I internally hissed, feeling a hand come upon the small of my back. "Good to see you too, patin. How are you, Alex?" I could feel the intensity of his body heat and I had to force my knees not to buckle as I looked up at him, dressed in his impeccable suit. "Hi, Milo," I greeted weakly and he smirked, knowing exactly what he was doing.

Remember your fucking resolve, Alexandrov!

"Heh," I stepped casually from his touch, knowing that he didn't notice. "I'll be down the hall if you need me." Milo stated to Bradley before making his leave. Once he was gone, Brad started to chortle. "Oh, you should've seen the way that he was looking at you, Alex! I'm almost jealous," He wiped a tear from his eyes and I scowled. "I don't know what he wants from me." I murmured. "Hello? He wants your booty and your heart, not in that order." Brad cheesed and I shuddered.

Being surrounded by vaginas my whole life took a toll on me.

But dicks, I wasn't sure.

"I'm going to go before you say things that make me want to check myself into an asylum." I growled, turning around to exit as he howled with laughter. "That fucker!" I snorted in disbelief as I walked down the semi-vacant hallway. I was about to pass a hidden space and turn the corner but all of a sudden, hands grabbed onto and yanked me over.

"What the hell?" I groaned as I hit the wall, a familiar cologne hitting me in the face. "Mi?" I blinked at how close we were. "Just what the hell do you think you're doing?" I grumbled in annoyance as his hands gripped my waist, sending bolts of pleasure through my body. Damn it! "I just wanted to see you," He stepped closer. "Maybe give you a kiss if you wanted me too." He smiled devilishly and even if I wanted that, I wasn't going to fall for it even if this relationship had deepened in its timeframe.

"I'm not gay!" I hissed, trying to push him away and Milo all but smirked, unfazed. He clicked his teeth, narrowing his onyx eyes at me as he leaned down, the close proximity of his lips to my ear making my whole body shiver. "Oh, you aren't?" He whispered, his hot breath making me clench. "Ah, that's a shame. The things I'd do to you," He tsked, shaking his head and my eyes widened as he inched closer and I could feel the soft skin of his lips touching my earlobe. "Stop looking at me like that then." His voice was calm and calculated, yet washing over my body with tranquility and hunger: a paradox.

"It turns me on."

He pulled back with a shit-eating smirk on his face as I stood there in shock. He winked at me, pressing my collar down, giving me one last caress to the face before he walked off. I breathed heavily, trying to stave off how hot he made me feel.

But that was the last time I saw him.

It had been two going on three weeks and it was driving absolutely fucking nuts. "Mierda!" I cursed as I stubbed my toe on the side of my desk, wanting to die on the spot. "Damn," Brad whistled as he walked out of his office. "You've been doing that a lot lately. Something on your mind?" He raised a brow, taking a seat next to me. "Does it have to do with a certain right-hand man?" He tilted his head and I nodded, sitting down with a throbbing foot. "Not gonna lie, you did tell him you weren't gay, so he's most likely not going to pursue you anymore," Brad stated, the calls for 10-10s, 10-20s, and 10-39s filling the air behind us.

"But is that what you truly feel?" He peered into my face and I bit my lip, thinking about it. "I mean, he's been on my mind all this time. I can't help but reread what little texts we have. I can't help but think about all of the things he had done for me," When he called me one night and I told him that I was still at work, he offered to keep me company as he ordered my favorite sandwich from a joint up the street. When I locked myself out of my house, he came to pick the keyhole. "In the short amount of time, I have become used to him, Brad. It's almost weird to not see or hear from him." I explained and he nodded.

"So do you like him?"

"Huh?"

He nodded again. "You heard me." He clasped his hands together. "Do you smile when you think about him?" I nodded. "Do you wish that you could be with him all the time and make him laugh and smile?" I nodded again. "Do you wish that you could alleviate the burden from his life with that everything that he has told you about where he came from?" Once again, I nodded. I wanted nothing for him to be able to relax without constantly looking over his shoulder. "Do you fantasize about him fucking you?" I blushed and sputtered all the same, but I nodded as I looked away.

"So you like Milo," Brad tapped the table. "Well since you basically told him no, now it's your turn to go after him. I'm not going to let your little brain talk you out of this," He took a pen and wrote something on one of my sticky notes. "Here," He handed me the note as he pointed to the door. "Now take your ass to him. Today is his free day and if I don't hear from him that you saw him personally," Brad narrowed his eyes. "I'm firing you and don't you dare think I won't." I gulped as I grabbed my keys, nodding.

I got up and ran towards the entrance. "Make sure to have fun!" Captain Thorpe yelled after me and I had to stop blushing. Once I was situated in my GMC Sierra, I typed the address into my navigation system. "15 minutes, okay," I started the directions and I immediately took off, one thing in my mind: getting to Milo.

I was a big ball of anxiety and nerves as I pulled up to his lavish two-story home. I parked my car and locked it, jittering all the way up the stairs and to the door. "You can do this, Alexandrov," I breathed, closing my eyes. "Just tell him how you really feel." And with that, I knocked on the door. My hands were sweating and clammy as I heard footsteps and it wasn't long before the lock turned and the door was opened. "What are you doing here, Alex?" Milo stood in the doorway with nothing but grey sweatpants low around his hips as he folded his arms. "Mi, I—" I fumbled with my fingers as I stared at him with a blush. "I wanted to talk to you." He looked at me for a bit before sliding the door open to let me in.

"What is it that you want to talk to me about?" He closed the door and I forced myself not to gape at the beauty of his house. He lived here by himself, what a shame. "Remember what I told you at the hospital?" We were in his living room, looking at each in the eye. "Yea. Loud and clear." His voice was distant and I pushed myself to fix everything as I rubbed the back of my neck, wishing this uniform wasn't so tight. "I wasn't exactly telling the truth." I murmured, watching as his eyes furrowed, a slight bit of hope in them.

"What do you mean?" Milo raised a brow and I sighed. "I'm not gay, but," I hung my head low, looking into his eyes.

"I like you."

Milo was clearly taken aback as he blinked rapidly, cheeks stained red as he tried to process this information. Yep, I was indeed chasing after this man. "You...what?" He stammered, a small smile filling his face and I nodded, watching as he crossed the distance between us. Within two seconds, one hand was on my ass, squeezing it and the other was entangled in my hair, pulling me close so that he could blunder my lips with a passionate kiss.

This kiss was everything that I was hoping for. It was that kiss that all of the fairy tales talked about: magical. I had never gotten a kiss from a guy but from Milo, it was perfect. The way that he held me so possessively, how small and protected I felt in his arms, the love, and affection radiating from him.

We pulled away with panting grins, eyes boring into each other as we both knew where this was headed. With ease, he shed my uniform down my body, enticing me to step out of my shoes. I was naked, save for my underwear, and I felt uncomfortable and shy under his probing stare. All of a sudden, I was lifted up into a pair of strong arms and I yelped, feeling how hot his skin felt on mine and my dick throbbed. With silence, Milo carried me up the stairs, his hand clad on my ass we entered a black bedroom. Without warning, he tossed me gently on the bed, climbing over me like a predator zeroing in on its delicious prey.

There was nowhere for me to go, not that I'd want to.

His tongue reached out to caress my stomach up to my chest, the appendage swirling around my nipple as I arched my back in unseen pleasure. I panted as he continued his ministrations, his hands gripping my body. I could see the large imprint beneath his sweatpants and I gulped, imagining how it would feel inside of me. I wondered how hard he would fuck me, considering that he appeared to be a rough and ferocious beast. He kissed up my neck, leaving dark marks as he went, eliciting a moan from me.

"Is this what you want, Alexandrov Cruz?" His hand trailed up my thigh, leaving behind its warmth as he breathed deeply into my ear, all thoughts of conviction leaving my brain as I begged for more. My underwear was gone, exposing all of me to him and by the looks of it, he planned to ravage me. "Because there is no way out after this. You will be mine." His voice was dark with certainty and I shivered, nodding. "Do it." I whispered and he chuckled, leaning back. "Good choice, kitten." He winked as he leaned over into his nightstand, pulling out a bottle of lube.

I had a vague idea of how men did it, but it didn't mean I did.

He put the liquid on his fingers, rubbing it around as he spread my lips open. I blushed prettily as I put a hand up to my mouth, feeling fingers swirling around my butthole as he stroked my erection with an evil grin on his face. "You were hard already, huh?" He chuckled, muttering something in his mother tongue as a finger entered me, causing me to tighten with a tinge of pain. "Relax," His voice was calm and I took a breath, the finger easing in and stroking my walls. "Feel good?" I nodded, biting my lip as another finger came, stretching me widely.

Then they hit that spot.

"Fuck!" I almost jolted up as tears sprung to my eyes, the fingers fucking my hole with a vengeance. "There it is," Milo licked his lips, staring at me with lust-blown pupils. "You have any idea how fucking hot you look, Alex?" I had no idea how many fingers were inside of me, or how many moans left my body. This enticing Brazilian man knew what he was doing to me, no doubt about it. "Please, Mi," I whimpered, wanting to be filled with him already. He was torturing me by scraping his fingers against that spot. "Alright, fuck," He breathed as he pulled his snake out of his pants, sheathing it with a condom that he ripped with his teeth.

My mouth watered at the sight of his dripping cock, long and thick and ready. Damn. I opened my arms for him to come to me, wanting him to fuck me already. I licked my lips, eyes widened as sweat dribbled down my temple, his member positioned at my open entrance. "Ready?" His eyes were carnivorous and his mouth was open. I nodded once more and that was all it took before I gave way to his animalistic, carnal desires.

There was nowhere that I'd rather go but here, having my back blown out and devoured by this hungry beast as he pounded me deeply, making me see pleasure that I had never experienced before. He was making me scream his name louder than I thought I ever could. He kissed me so hard, that my lips were starting to bruise. His hands gripped and scratched at my skin, embedding love so deep that I would never be able to get it out. Hm, not that I ever wanted to.

That was right.

I wanted Milo Fernandez, so I chased him.

And I caught him.