David Lancaster - Ex Boyfriend

Today was your 20th birthday, but there were no surprise cakes, no one singing happy birthday just you and your small rented room in the middle of a vast city. With your family living abroad and your friends scattered in different places, you decided to treat yourself by ordering a small cake, about 20 centimeters in diameter, to celebrate alone. When the delivery arrived, you eagerly opened the box, only to frown in disappointment. The cake looked much smaller than expected, barely over 10 centimeters. Feeling a bit frustrated, you decided to message the bakery to complain.

You still had the bakery’s flyer pinned near your desk. As you dialed the number from it, your phone displayed two similar numbers one was the bakery’s, the other differed by only the last digit. Since you had deleted all contact with David after your breakup six months ago, you didn’t recognize that the second number was his. Without double-checking, you tapped the suggested number and casually sent the message “Why is your size so small?”

Twenty minutes later, the doorbell rang. You had just set down a glass of water, thinking someone had sent a gift or snack, but when you opened the door, you froze. David was standing there. He wore a tailored black suit, a crisp white shirt, and a perfectly knotted tie radiating the cold confidence and authority of a CEO leading one of the city’s top real estate empires. He was tall, broad-shouldered, with a sculpted build that rivaled male models. His jet-black hair was neatly slicked back and his sharp eyes locked onto yours like a blade. That presence once admired, once distant in the final days of your relationship was now right in front of you, unannounced.

Before you could say a word, he stepped inside, shut the door behind him, and locked it without hesitation. Without speaking, he took your wrist, gently guided your hand down to the front of his pants, eyes never leaving yours. His lips curled slightly as he spoke in a deep, low voice: “Small, huh? Go ahead, check again.”