Menacemaker

He’s gay. She’s a girl. So why does it feel like gravity is pulling them into each other anyway?

When Eliana lands a job under fashion icon Luca, she never expects her chaotic new life to include Nicholas/Nicky—gorgeous, untouchable, and openly gay. But nights turn into stolen touches, heated glances, and secrets pressed between bodies that shouldn’t want. Eliana knows she shouldn’t fall for a man whose heart was never meant for her. And Nicky? He’s caught between the life he’s always known and the fire he can’t stay away from. Their love doesn’t make sense. It’s messy. Unlabeled. Addictive. But when every moment together feels like a confession, how long can they pretend it’s not real?

Mature Rating so please no 17 and below.

Fooling Secretly

The coffee didn't help. Neither did the lip gloss or the floral blouse she'd picked because it felt soft. Pretty. Normal. A pale pink with buttons like petals, a scent of peony clinging to the fabric. It had been meant to ground her. Make her feel like herself.

It had been two days since that call with Nicky.

And in those two days, the world had exploded like a match to gasoline.

Paparazzi staked out corners, kept calling Luca. Headlines popped up like weeds. The tabloids had a field day, dissecting every pixel of that photo. The angle, the background, the tilt of Nicky's head, the shine in Eliana's hair.

They called it "Kissgate". They called her a nobody. They speculated, screamed, twisted.

"Is she the reason Luis Apostolou's engagement collapsed?"

"Mystery girl in floral caught locking lips with fashion elite."

"Nicky Saint-Claire's new scandal—who is she?"

Chapter 92: The Rumor Machine