The chandelier, a monstrosity of crystal and gaudy gold, dripped light like honey, coating everything in a syrupy sheen of wealth. I took a sip of my lukewarm champagne, the bubbles doing little to soothe the acid churning in my stomach. "Gilded cage," I muttered under my breath, the phrase feeling particularly apt. This whole scene, this extravagant charade, was a cage built of borrowed money and desperate hopes, and my family were willingly locking themselves inside.I surveyed the room, a grotesque tableau of forced smiles and strained conversations. My parents, Mr. and Mrs. Moreau, were the ringleaders of this circus, their faces plastered with an almost manic joy. They flitted between guests, their bodies practically vibrating with the effort of appearing relaxed and affluent. My mother's dress, a shimmering emerald number, was undoubtedly purchased on credit, a fact that only I seemed to recognize. My father, usually slumped and defeated, stood ramrod straight, puffing out his c
The Moreau mansion, a monument to faded glory and burgeoning mildew, sagged under the weight of its own disappointment. It was a stark contrast to the Davenport estate, a place Liam had only glimpsed the night before, a glittering promise of wealth and power he felt entitled to. Here, paint peeled like sunburnt skin, revealing layers of neglect beneath. The air hung thick with the scent of dust, regret, and Mrs. Moreau’s perpetually simmering anxieties.Liam navigated the creaking floorboards of the library, the only room in the house that still held a semblance of its former grandeur. He ran a finger along the spine of a leather-bound book, the title long since obscured by age and grime. He didn’t care about literature; he cared about leverage. And Julian Davenport was the ultimate lever.For the past few hours, Liam had been devouring every article, every blog post, every whispered rumor he could find about Julian Davenport. His search history was a testament to his growing obsessio
The 'Obsidian Lounge' was a monument to excess, all polished chrome and strategically placed lighting designed to flatter the obscenely wealthy. Liam, dressed in a tailored black suit he'd nearly starved himself to afford, felt like a particularly gaudy ornament amidst the human chandeliers. He’d spent hours agonizing over the outfit, wanting to project an image of effortless sophistication, a stark contrast to the Moreau family’s perpetually strained finances. He needed to be noticed, not just seen, by Julian Davenport.He perched on a high stool at the bar, nursing a single, exorbitantly priced martini. He’d chosen a spot with a clear view of the entrance, his senses on high alert. He practiced nonchalant sips, his eyes scanning the room, his mind a whirlwind of rehearsed lines and calculated gestures. This was it. The first act of his carefully crafted play for revenge.He spotted Julian Davenport the moment he walked in. He was a silhouette of power, his dark suit impeccably tailo
The address Julian’s assistant had sent me led to a penthouse apartment that practically scraped the sky. Stepping out of the taxi, I felt a familiar prickle of anxiety. This was it. The point of no return. I was about to walk into the lion’s den, armed with nothing but my wit and a hefty dose of self-loathing.The lobby was all polished chrome and hushed whispers. The doorman, a man who looked like he’d been carved from granite, eyed me with suspicion before reluctantly buzzing me up.The elevator doors opened directly into the apartment. And what an apartment it was. Floor-to-ceiling windows offered a panoramic view of the city, spread out like a glittering carpet at my feet. The furniture looked like it belonged in a museum, all sharp angles and minimalist design. It was breathtaking, and utterly sterile.He was standing by the window, a glass of amber liquid swirling in his hand. He turned as I entered, and all coherent thoughts momentarily fled. He was even more devastatingly han
My phone buzzed insistently on the nightstand, dragging me from a fitful sleep. It was 2:17 AM, according to the glowing display. Who the hell was calling at this hour? Probably Clara, needing validation for some perceived slight against her perfect existence. I swiped to answer, my voice thick with sleep and irritation."Yeah?""Liam?" The voice was low, a smooth baritone that sent a shiver down my spine despite my annoyance. Julian Davenport."Speaking," I managed, suddenly wide awake. "What do you want?""I want you. At the Grand Royale Hotel. Penthouse suite. Be there in an hour."My eyebrows shot towards my hairline. "Excuse me? We didn't exactly exchange numbers, did we? How did you even get my contact?"A chuckle, dark and amused, echoed through the phone. "Darling, getting your number wasn't exactly rocket science. Let's just say resources are not an issue. Now, are you going to waste time asking questions, or are you going to get your ass over here?"The audacity. The sheer,
My head was pounding. Not a gentle, "too much cheap wine" pound, but a jackhammer-to-the-skull, "did-I-get-hit-by-a-bus?" kind of pound. I pried my eyes open, the afternoon sun slanting through the gap in the curtains like a searchlight. Groaning, I managed to sit up, immediately regretting it as the room spun.Where the hell was I?The last thing I remembered was…wine. Lots of wine. And then…nothing.My blurry gaze finally focused. Plush carpet, a panoramic view of the city stretching out below, and the hushed luxury of a hotel suite that screamed "expense account." And then I saw him.Julian Davenport.He was perched on the edge of a chaise lounge, bathed in the glow of a Macbook screen, all sharp angles and focused intensity. He looked every inch the CEO, even in a casual (but undoubtedly obscenely expensive) cashmere sweater. The click of the keys stopped as he registered my movement."Ah, you're awake," he said, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down my spine, even when I
The champagne flute nearly shattered in my grasp as Clara’s voice, sharp and brittle as spun glass, cut through the murmur of the art auction. "Liam? What in God's name are you doing here? And with Julian?"I forced a careless shrug, the expensive silk of Julian's suit whispering against my skin. It felt like a shield, a buffer against the storm I knew was brewing. "Just enjoying the… ambiance, Clara. Found myself with some free time. Fancy seeing you here too.""Don't play coy with me," she hissed, her eyes narrowed to glittering slits. "You didn't just find yourself here. He brought you, didn’t he? You actually let my fiancée make you his date for the evening." Her voice cracked on the last word, betraying the tremor of hurt beneath the anger.I took a slow sip of champagne, enjoying the way it burned its way down. "Actually," I said, letting the lie slide off my tongue with practiced ease, "I bumped into Julian. He was… a little lost, looking for you, I presume. He asked me to play
The cab ride was a blur, the city lights streaking past like mocking reminders of the life I wasn't living. "The most expensive champagne you have," I slurred to the bartender, the moment I was inside 'Obsidian,' a club that reeked of money and desperation. Julian's card felt warm in my hand, a physical manifestation of the power I was about to wield, however briefly.I didn't just order a bottle; I ordered three. Cristal, Dom, the works. Each uncorking was a tiny act of rebellion, a middle finger to the Moreau family and their suffocating expectations. I bought shots for the entire bar, for crying out loud. "Tonight," I announced to no one in particular, my voice already thick with alcohol, "tonight, the drinks are on the black sheep!"Next, I decided the club's pathetic excuse for art (some neon monstrosity that probably cost more than my future) had to go. I offered the manager a sum I can’t even bring myself to write down, just to take it down. He refused at first, naturally, but
Julian didn’t hear the door open. He was sitting in the private back room of the lounge, the bottle now almost empty, his face flushed, eyes red.Liam stepped in quietly.“Julian.”Julian looked up, startled. And then, seeing Liam, his expression cracked. Like a wall collapsing. He stood shakily, knocking over his glass.“You came,” he said hoarsely.Liam took a step closer. “You texted me.”Julian’s eyes shimmered. “I’m sorry, Liam.”He stumbled forward and gripped Liam’s shirt like a man drowning. “I’m so fucking sorry.”Liam didn’t answer. But his arms wrapped around Julian before he realized he’d moved. It felt like muscle memory. Like exhaling after holding his breath for too long.Julian buried his face in Liam’s neck, trembling. “You were the only thing that felt right.”“I know,” Liam whispered. “I know.”Julian pulled back slightly, his eyes bloodshot but locked on Liam’s. “Can I kiss you?”Liam didn’t respond.Julian leaned forward anyway.Their lips met like a crash –despe
"Ohhhh fuck yes!" Clara screamed out as Julian thrusted harder and deeper. "Fucking cum for me now!" Julian ordered and Clara came on his cock hard while moaning loudly."That is what is real!" Julian said and pulled out and came on her face.Clara moaned loudly when she felt Julian’s cum shooting all over her face and she used her finger to wipe off his cum and licked it.“I mean it Julian this isn't what's real." Clara said as she stood up to wear her skirt."Can't you take a look at yourself, I mean you just licked my cum, wedding or not, this is all you will ever be to me, a fucking slut" Julian said to Clara and Clara slapped him hard."Fuck you"She fixed her skirt, picked up her panties from the floor, and walked out without looking back.Julian remained there, staring at the mess they'd made. The papers, the broken button, the streaks on the glass that would need explaining.He’d told himself it would fix something. That it would somehow numb the chaos in his chest.It didn’t.
Julian Davenport’s office was dark despite the early afternoon sun outside. The blinds were drawn tight. His jacket was off, sleeves rolled up, and his tie hung loose around his neck like a noose he was too tired to tighten. He stood in front of the massive window overlooking the city, a glass of scotch untouched in his hand.The press had moved too fast.The whispers had turned into headlines. Social media was a minefield. Half the office pretended not to stare when he passed, but he could feel their eyes, their thoughts, their glee at the fall of the golden boy.He hated it.He hated how he hadn’t seen it coming–how Jasper and Liam had turned the tables on him without even trying. He hated how much it hurt to see the man he’d once kissed without thought now looking at someone else like they were his entire world.And he hated Clara.Not for any fault of her own, but because she was part of this mess, this lie. This life he had forced himself into.The door clicked open behind him.“
The living room was silent–too silent. The television still flickered with the rerun of Julian and Clara’s interview. The sound was off now, but their fake smiles and perfectly rehearsed gestures played like an unwanted memory on repeat.Liam sat on the couch, still shirtless, Jasper's hoodie draped over his shoulder. Jasper walked back into the room with two cups of tea, his jaw tight, his eyes heavy with thought.“I turned it off,” Liam said quietly, staring at the remote in his hand.“Good,” Jasper replied, handing him a cup. “We don’t need to see that crap again.”But silence fell again. The warmth from their earlier laughter and affection was gone, replaced by something heavier. The room felt too small, the air too thick.“I can’t believe he smiled through it,” Liam said suddenly, “like last night never happened.”“He’s good at pretending,” Jasper muttered. “Always has been. That's why Dad favors him. He always plays the role. I’m the one who breaks the rules.”“You think he did
Twenty-five minutes later, the front door opened. Julian had been pacing nonstop. When he heard the door click, he turned immediately.Jasper walked in first. Liam followed, dressed in a black turtleneck and jeans, his expression unreadable.Julian’s eyes locked on Liam instantly, ignoring Jasper completely.“You can go,” Julian said to Jasper, his voice rough. “I want to speak to him. Alone.”Liam glanced at Jasper, but Jasper shook his head. “Not happening.”Julian laughed, a bitter sound. “Still protecting him? Since when did my twin brother become your knight?”Jasper crossed his arms. “Since you stopped deserving him.”Julian’s nostrils flared. “Get out.”Liam stepped forward. “If you have something to say, say it now. In front of both of us.”Julian’s eyes searched Liam’s. “So that’s it? You’re really with him?”Liam raised a brow. “Why does it matter?”“Because–” Julian stopped himself. “Because it just does.”“You don’t get to be jealous now,” Liam said, voice calm. “Not after
His cock harder and faster. Jasper used his hand to stroke Liam's cock while he was sucking it. Laim moaned even louder as he felt his orgasm was about to come. “Oh fuck! I’m cummmmmingg” Laim screamed out as he grabbed Jasper’s head and pushed it down to his crotch. Laim came hard inside Jasper’s mouth as Jasper quickly swallowed all his cum. After a while, Laim’s orgasm finally stopped and he let out a sigh of relief as Jasper licked his cock clean before letting it go. “Fuck! That was so good” Laim said as he was breathing heavily.“Yeah, I know,” Jasper replied as he moved up to kiss Laim. Laim kissed Jasper back and he could taste his own cum inside Jasper’s mouth. “You like it?” Jasper asked Laim. “I fucking love it” Laim replied and kissed Jasper again.Jasper and Laim got out of bed after a long session of hot sex, Jasper walked towards the bathroom, he could feel his cock getting hard again when he thought of Laim.“I thought you were tired?” Laim said from behind, he could s
“Jasper…” he cried out. “Oh god, I’m coming!”He arched off the bed, his body shaking with pleasure. Jasper continued to thrust, prolonging Liam’s orgasm. Then, with a guttural groan, he followed Liam over the edge, filling him with warmth.They collapsed together, hearts pounding. Jasper rolled to the side, pulling Liam into his arms.“That was…” Liam started, still breathless.“Incredible,” Jasper finished for him, kissing his forehead.They lay there for a long moment, catching their breath. Then Jasper pulled back, looking.Are you hungry?” he asked with a soft smile. “We never got to eat at the dinner.”Liam laughed. “You want to order takeout… now?”“Why not?” Jasper said, brushing hair from Liam’s forehead. “We have all night. And I plan to keep you very busy.”Liam’s eyes sparkled with amusement. “Busy, huh?”“Oh yes,” Jasper said, trailing a hand down Liam’s chest. “Very, very busy.”He leaned in for another kiss, his body already stirring again. Liam melted into the kiss, hi
“Can we all stop this and let's behave civilized?” Julian said avoiding Liam's eyes and that of Jasper “I don't care but I know what love looks like,” Liam said, hurt obvious in his voice.Clara’s eyes flicked to Jasper and then back at Liam. “You think what you two have is love?”“I know it is,” Liam said softly.“We would be taking our leave.” They turned to go, Liam holding Jasper’s hand again.But Clara stood too. “Liam.”He turned.Clara looked him in the eye. “You’re going to regret this.”“I already regret not walking away from this family sooner,” Liam replied.Jasper and Liam turned together and walked out, heads held high.Outside, the air was cool. Jasper squeezed Liam’s shoulder.“You okay?” he asked.“I should be asking you that,” Liam said.Jasper gave him a small smile. “You handled that better than I expected.”“I just wanted to leave a mark,” Liam said. “And I think I did.”They got into the car. Jasper pulled out of the driveway, his hand resting on Liam’s thigh.“Y
They headed home to rest before the evening. Time passed quickly. The sun began to set, and the nerves started to creep in."Still want to do this?" Jasper asked.Liam nodded. "Let’s shake their perfect little world."That evening, they arrived at Jasper’s family home. The place looked grand, lights glowing warmly from inside. As they stepped through the door, the chatter in the dining room hushed.All eyes turned to them. Liam, hand in hand with Jasper, stood tall.Clara was the first to speak.“Liam? What are you doing here?” Clara's voice rang across the hall, loud and sharp.Liam stiffened.Jasper’s grip on Liam’s hand tightened just slightly, protective, steady.Julian, seated across the long dinner table, raised his eyes slowly. His gaze landed on Liam first, then drifted to where their hands were locked. His jaw clenched.Liam didn’t answer Clara right away. Instead, he gave her a small smile, then said calmly, “I was invited.”“Invited?” Clara scoffed. “By who? Certainly not b