Sweetest Taboo

es. Typically, he was an open book, never concealing anything from me. I was intimately familiar with my boyfriend,

sidence as the perfect setting. Kyle was well aware that, given the opportunity, I might have organized

owcased in glossy advertisements and magazines. Its standou

footsteps, Kyle had developed into a young man of substantial means. Although I had limited knowledge about his fa

ambiance of romance. I couldn't help but admire the thought and care he had put into making the evening special, even though something

to dispel the quiet that enveloped us. Recognizing that it was our inaugural nigh

rafted a delectable dish of Gnocchi for our meal and a delightful Gelat

it didn't quite reach his eyes. "Would you like m

his father's business. The age difference was not a concern for us; I was nineteen, soon to be twenty. He possessed a level of maturity, affection, a

ng business matters, as he described it. During that afternoon, my father received an unexpected call and had to leave urgently, leaving me alone with

ng bag I was holding. It wasn't his birthday present, but rather the

the strange man we had encountered at the auto grill a week ago. As I began to explain this to Kyle, his phone rang, interrupting my words. I was on the ver

said, getting up t

ox containing Kyle's birthday gift. I had bought him a watch for his b

otsteps approaching the backyard. Kyle was sprinting toward me, with one of his large bodyguard

K

tching my handbag and thrusting it into my

ulling him back as my confusi

face as he gently cradled my cheeks. "Trust me, okay?" He pl

in a different direction, leading me towards the beach. My bag had slipped from my grasp, and I continued to

of people reached my ears. I turned my head back toward the house, the orig

e from the man's grasp. I yearned to run back to Kyle, my heart racing in my ches

tures, but their imposing presence sent a shiver down my sp

onto the cold, gritty beach sand, falling to my knees. Instinctively, my hands shot up to cover my ears, shielding them from the horri

ded target. The strong figure hoisted me to my feet, but I had li

nds emanated. I might have lost control of my bladder or perhaps felt dea

moans echoed from within. It felt like they were preparing to use us fo

loor, landing next to someone else. As I glanced up, I recognized the person