As They Walked to the Bar – Tom’s Inner Conflict
As they walked toward the bar, Tom tried to push the thoughts away, responding with short, dismissive words.
But Derek wasn’t someone who could be fooled so easily.
"Look at you," Derek said, raising an eyebrow. "This silence… It means you’re trying to suppress something."
Tom kept walking, not saying a word.
"Or maybe…" Derek smirked. "You’re in love?"
The moment he heard those words, a strange tension flickered across Tom’s face.
That was ridiculous. The mere thought of it was absurd.
"Don’t be stupid," he said, trying not to sound too defensive.
But his tone wasn’t convincing enough.
Derek’s smirk widened. "That reaction tells me everything I need to know. So, tell me… who’s the girl?"
Tom hesitated.
Should he actually say it?
Derek noticed his hesitation and seized the opportunity. "Come on, man. I’m good at this. If you want, I can even tell you how to win her over," he said, his tone dripping with amusement.
Tom sighed.
No matter how hard he tried to dodge the conversation, Derek wasn’t letting this go.
Straightening his posture, he locked eyes with him. "I’ll tell you. But this stays between us."
Derek’s curiosity flared instantly.
"Now you’ve really got my attention."
Tom hesitated.
Should he really say it?
And if he did—what would happen next?
Derek watched him impatiently. "Come on, man. Stop with the mystery. Who is it?"
And at that moment, the weight of his own confusion settled over him like a crushing force.
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Derek’s Arrogance and Tom’s Inner Struggle
As they sat at the table, Tom was still unsure of how much he should share.
He knew exactly how far Derek would take things, but now that he had started, there was no turning back.
Taking a deep breath, he began explaining what had happened that morning—the way Scharline’s outfit had looked on her, the words that had slipped from his mouth without him even realizing.
At first, Derek listened carefully.
But as Tom kept talking, a cocky grin spread across his face.
"Wait a second," Derek said, narrowing his eyes slightly. "Are you telling me… you got caught up staring at your sister’s tits?"
Tom’s muscles tensed. "It wasn’t like that," he tried to brush it off.
But Derek wasn’t about to let it go.
He leaned back in his chair, grinning. "Well, were they nice?"
Tom clenched his jaw.
Derek’s smug, careless attitude irritated him, but he didn’t know how to shut him down.
Derek let out a laugh. "So that’s why you’re so tense! Damn, don’t tell me you’ve never noticed before?"
Tom shot him a glare, but Derek wasn’t fazed at all.
Then, Derek locked eyes with him, his expression shifting slightly into something more serious. "Alright, tell me this. If someone else had been in your place, what do you think they would’ve thought?"
Tom’s throat went dry.
This was the question he had been avoiding.
The one that forced him to confront the truth.
"I don’t want to talk about this," he muttered.
But Derek wasn’t stopping.
"What if it had been someone else looking at her that way? Would you care then?"
Tom knew exactly where this conversation was going.
And more than that—he knew what Derek was really pushing him to admit.
But the worst part?
He wasn’t in a place to defend himself.
Because no matter how much he tried to erase it…
The morning’s events were still burned into his mind.
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The Weight of Pressure and the Spark in His Mind
Derek leaned back in his chair, grinning smugly.
"So, what happened next?"
Tom clenched his jaw, his gaze shifting away.
He knew exactly where these questions were leading.
"Nothing happened," he muttered, his voice clipped.
But Derek wasn’t about to drop it.
"Nothing? Then why do you still look so tense?"
Tom’s expression tightened, but he didn’t have an answer.
Derek studied him carefully, then tilted his head slightly.
"Why didn’t you take a picture?"
Tom was caught off guard.
His eyes widened. "What the hell are you talking about?" he snapped.
But Derek only smirked, his tone playful yet twisted.
"Think about it. You could’ve immortalized that moment. If I were you, I definitely would have."
A surge of anger shot through Tom. "Cut it out, Derek."
But Derek pushed further.
"If I were in your place, I wouldn’t have just watched."
Tom’s face instantly hardened. "What the hell does that mean?"
Derek’s lips curled at the edges, his expression utterly careless.
"You really are an idiot, Tom. If I were you, I wouldn’t waste the opportunity. And neither should you."
Tom’s stomach twisted.
He understood exactly what Derek was implying.
"Your mind is completely rotten," he growled through gritted teeth.
But Derek only laughed, undeterred.
"Oh yeah? Then tell me—has the thought never crossed your mind? Be honest with me."
Tom’s breathing quickened. He was fighting something inside himself.
Because the truth was—
If someone else had been in his place…
What would they have done?
That question lodged itself into his mind like a parasite.
And no matter how much he tried to ignore it…
It was already growing.
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Tom – The Thoughts He Couldn’t Suppress
Tom didn’t want to admit it, but he couldn’t silence his own thoughts.
Derek’s words had burned into his mind, sinking in like a spark waiting to catch fire.
"When you think about that moment, didn’t anything else cross your mind?"
Had it?
Tom’s breathing grew heavier.
That morning, Scharline standing in front of the mirror, the way the dress hugged her body, the way she asked how she looked…
He had tried to shake the thought, but now Derek’s voice dragged it back up to the surface.
"Then tell me—why do you think that is?"
Tom frowned. "Why what?"
Derek rolled his eyes, leaning forward slightly.
"Why did your sister dress like that?"
Tom’s throat went dry.
He wasn’t ready for that question.
Derek smirked, pushing further. "I mean, do you really think it was just a coincidence? That she put on that dress and then asked you how she looked?"
Tom quickly shook his head, breaking eye contact. "You’re talking nonsense."
But Derek didn’t back down.
"Are you sure?"
For a moment, Tom hesitated.
Was he sure?
Did Scharline do it intentionally, or was it just something that happened?
That question set off a storm inside him, one he had never expected.
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Tom – The Pressure and the Spark in His Mind
Tom realized he could no longer suppress the unease growing inside him.
Derek’s insistent gaze and mocking tone were too overwhelming to escape.
Taking a deep breath, he remained silent for a few seconds before the words slipped from his lips.
"If you were in my place… what would you have done?"
Derek’s grin widened instantly, his eyes lighting up like a predator sensing its prey.
This was exactly what he had been waiting for.
Leaning back in his chair, he threw his arms behind his head, locking his gaze onto Tom.
"Do you really want to know?"
Derek’s Temptation – The Unspoken Desire
Derek basked in his victory, savoring the silent battle unfolding in Tom’s eyes.
He had him exactly where he wanted.
But his work wasn’t done.
Watching every shift in Tom’s expression, he leaned in for the final push.
“You know,” he murmured, voice smooth and deliberate, “there’s a way to fix this.”
Tom clenched his teeth. “What do you mean?”
Derek leaned back, speaking as if what he was suggesting was the most natural thing in the world.
“If you want, I can help you.”
Tom’s brows furrowed. Something stirred inside him.
“Help me?”
Derek tilted his head slightly, flashing a knowing smirk. “If you listen to me, if you do exactly what I say, you won’t just watch Scharline.”
“You’ll have more.”
A weight settled in Tom’s stomach.
Deep down, he knew these words should have disgusted him.
But at the same time… he was curious.
More?
What did he mean by more?
And the worst part was…
Did he even want to know?
Tom’s eyes locked onto Derek’s, his voice quieter, more cautious.
“How?”
Derek’s smirk deepened as he leaned forward, eyes glinting with something dangerously close to satisfaction.
“First, tell me the truth, Tom.”
“Do you want her?”
Tom held his breath.
Because deep down, he knew…
He wasn’t sure of the answer.
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Tom's breath became uneven. His chest rose and fell rapidly as the emotions within him began to take control. But the real challenge… was his body's reaction to the situation.
No matter how hard he tried to suppress it, he was already painfully hard.
Derek leaned in, his arrogant smirk widening. When his gaze met Tom's, his expression shifted into something almost triumphant.
"It's not that hard to admit, is it?" he said, not even bothering to hide the mockery in his tone. "So you really do want it."
A deep sense of unrest twisted inside Tom, pulling his thoughts into a darker place.
Because… he knew Derek was right.
Somewhere in the depths of his mind, filthy but intoxicatingly pleasurable fantasies began to take shape.
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Scharline… what if she looked him in the eyes as she offered herself to him?
Tom’s hands clenched into fists involuntarily. These thoughts were like a fire growing inside him.
And Derek noticed. Every second, he watched Tom sink deeper.
"Look, man," Derek chuckled lightly. "You've already taken the first step. Now, it's just a matter of what you're going to do next."
Tom took a deep breath, but the urges burning inside him were stronger than ever.
And by now, it was far too late to turn back.
Tom regretted asking the moment he said it.
But he didn’t back down.
He simply waited.
Derek tilted his head slightly, his smirk growing as he continued.
"Listen, man. Some things… Women sometimes do them without realizing, and sometimes on purpose. But the real point is—if someone presents themselves like that, there’s a reason for it."
Tom’s throat went dry.
Derek’s words forced him to question the meaning behind what happened that morning.
But Derek wasn’t finished.
"If I were in your place?" He repeated, his smirk widening.
"First of all, I wouldn’t have been so clueless."
Tom frowned but remained silent.
Derek was completely in control of the conversation.
"She stood so close to you, looked at herself in the mirror, and asked how she looked."
"And what did you do?"
"You froze. You made yourself look like an idiot."
"But if it were me..."
Derek paused, chuckled slightly, and spread his hands as if presenting an obvious truth.
"I wouldn’t have just watched."
Tom’s breathing became shallow.
Those words were tearing open something he had been trying to bury deep inside.
Derek’s gaze flickered across Tom’s face before pushing further.
"I would have looked straight into her eyes and told her the truth."
"I would have said, ‘You look incredible.’"
"Maybe I’d step a little closer, pretend to fix her hair—just a casual touch."
"But I wouldn’t stop there."
Tom’s hand gripped the edge of the table involuntarily.
Every word Derek spoke made the conflict inside him grow stronger.
Then, Derek leaned in slightly, lowering his voice.
"And if she reacted to it?"
"Then I’d know… she wanted it, too."
Silence settled over the table like a heavy weight.
Tom knew he couldn’t escape this conversation.
Every part of him wanted to believe Derek was wrong.
But at the same time…
He couldn’t stop those words from echoing in his mind.
Derek leaned back comfortably in his chair, completely satisfied.
He knew he had planted the thought.
And now, Tom was fighting not to ask himself the most dangerous question of all.
"What if… I thought the same thing?"
Derek watched the hesitation in Tom’s eyes, the conflict raging within him.
He knew he had him.
But he had saved the real blow for last.
Slowly, he lifted his hand and gripped Tom’s shoulder, lowering his voice as if whispering a secret meant to cut deep.
"But you know what?"
"She’s probably showing those breasts to someone else right now."
Tom’s eyes widened.
Something inside him twisted, a cold spark turning into fire.
Derek’s grin stretched wider.
"And you?"
"You’re sitting here, pretending to be moral."
"You’re just watching while someone else takes what you didn’t."
Tom’s breath quickened.
The heat rising in his chest was no longer just frustration.
He turned, shooting Derek a sharp glare.
But the problem wasn’t Derek.
For some reason, he felt an inexplicable anger toward Scharline.
But why?
And then, like a flashing signal, the image from that morning surfaced in his mind.
The photos.
Scharline, standing next to Braun.
That damn smirk on Braun’s face.
Derek’s voice still echoed in his head.
"She’s probably showing them to someone else."
Tom clenched his teeth.
The feeling rising inside him—was it anger?
Jealousy?
Or something far worse?
All he knew was that he had to do something to silence it.
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