Capítulo 187: Untold Stories: This Third One Chapter 1

Marek Marczak combed his hair carelessly. He looked at the young man lying in the bedding, almost a boy. The kid smiled at him like a smug little puppy waiting for praise. He wasn't the worst in bed. Marek easily found satisfaction in him, but there was no point in deceiving himself, he was not Dominik.

He chose this kid from dozens of others, because at first glance he reminded him of Śliwiński. He was small, short, with light hair and blue eyes. Except that his blonde was ordinary, without that hazel color, and his eyes were just blue, devoid of an extremely charming, aquamarine glow.

The truth was cruel, however, Dominik Śliwiński was only one and no one could replace him.

"Marek," the boy purred from the sheets. "What about my role?"