~ Gavin’s POV ~Possession. Obsession. Two sides of the same coin, forever intertwined and engraved deeply I’m my very soul. These two words have been the driving forces of my life, ever since I was a boy. Logan, with his unruly hair, his mischievous grin, and that intoxicatingly sweet laugh. He had since then become the object of my obsession from the moment I laid eyes on him.It had started innocently enough. I was new to the neighborhood, a scrawny twelve years old kid with a nervous stutter and a father whose business was just starting to blossom. Since I was relatively new, I had no friends and the other kids had their own cliques. It was a school only the elite kids got to go and every business man made sure their kids made friends with children of influential business men. My family’s situation was quite unstable and my dad wanted to fit in right with the others so he registered me and that bratty sister of mine, Lily in Queens academy. I found it hard talking to new people a
I had finally gotten a hold of him, and I’m not letting him leave ever again .“Get use to it. This is your new home.” I told him as I stormed out of the house. The guards just at the entrance bowed to acknowledge my presence and I stopped in my heels as I turned to face them. "Logan is your new boss, but never ever let him leave this house. Not even for a single second. If he tries, or if anything happens to him while he's here, I will have your heads on a platter. Understand?"They nodded, their faces grim. I didn't need to elaborate. They knew what I was capable of.With a furious stride, I crossed the lawn and slid behind the wheel of my car. The gates swung open before I even reached them, the guards anticipating my impatience as I sped past the gate. My grip on the stirring wheel was tight as the memory of Logan's crying face flashed before my eyes. The raw wounded expression he had just a few minutes ago, the tears welling up in his eyes as he asked me, "Why are you doing
After that argument with mother and Lily, I had most of my things moved to the private mansion. I do not think I would be coming back here anytime soon. It was almost six pm, so I called that secretary of mine to see if she had handled the work I had assigned to her.“Yes sir, everything has been handled and signed.” She informed.“Okay, I’ll come get it now.” I said curtly as I hung up. Jaxon was indeed a bastard through and through. He used my desperation and haste to hike the prices. I had to pay ten times what Stephen Cove was originally offering the bastard. It didn’t matter anyway, as long as I had gotten them back for Logan. I drove back to the private mansion and I was welcomed by Mrs Lola who has already started her duties."Mr Gavin welcome back.” She greeted.“What about Logan.” I said ignoring her greeting.“I am yet to see Master Logan sir. He hasn't left his room since and also hasn't come down for lunch or dinner yet." She informed politely.I nodded, a frown crea
The quiet road stretched out before me as I sped through the desolate street. Where I was going, I didn't know exactly. I just kept driving, the engine low, and growling like a crazy beast, and my foot heavy on the gas pedal.My mother's warning kept playing on repeat in my head, her sharp and disapproving voice "He would leave you Gavin. You're suffocating him."Suffocating him? I was trying to protect him, to keep him safe. But Logan, with his stubborn defiance, was pushing me to the brink.Frustration surged through me and I slammed my fist against the steering wheel, the horn blaring a discordant note across the empty street. I yelled angrily as the kept honking the car, the sound echoing through the car. It was a cry of despair and desperation.My hands trembled on the stirring wheel, and my heart pounded aggressively in my chest. I stepped on the brake abruptly, bringing the car to a stop in the middle of the empty street, and I covered my face with my hands, trying to calm
The sterile scent of the hospital filled my nostrils. I always hated hospitals. The smell of antiseptic, drugs and sick people. Hospitals were supposed to be a place to get treated for your sicknesses, but for some weird reason, the smell made me more sick.I sat on the edge of the stiff plastic chair, my fingers fumbling tightly and my legs drumming a frantic beat against the white hospital tiles. My jaw was clenched so tightly, I could feel the edges digging into my skin.Mrs Lola stood by the door, her face full of worry and concern. Her hands were clasped tightly together as she kept muttering prayers under her breath. I averted my gaze from her, because her distress only added to my own by a thousand degrees.The door to the ward room Logan was in finally swung open, and two nurses flanking a tall dark skinned doctor walked out.I sprang to my feet at once , "How is he?" I demanded, my voice hoarse.The doctor’s expression was calm and collected as he assessed my gaze. "He's
The damp afternoon air hung heavy as Mrs Lola meticulously loaded the last of Logan's belongings from the hospital into the boot. I gently lifted Logan and settled him into the car. He barely acknowledged me, his gaze fixed on the scenery with a distant, almost melancholic air. It stung painfully of course, but the relief I felt was stronger. He was safe and out of danger. We couldn’t talk properly the last time and there were still so many things left unsaid.The drive to the mansion was short but agonizingly long because Logan remained withdrawn, his silence uncomfortable and a burden to me. I tried speaking to him but he ignored me and he only ever replied if Mrs Lola was the one speaking to him. I hated this feeling so much. Finally we arrived at the mansion, as I drove in carefully and parked the car. I hurried to open the car door for him and help him out since he was probably still weak, but hurriedly unbuckled his seatbelt himself and pushing past me, his face a mask of anno
~ Logan’s POV ~The cool wind from the window ruffled my hair. I watched the trees blurring past, as the car sped past the road surrounded by greeneries. Peter remained silent as he drove, his focus solely on the road. I sighed, but I was contented. That mad man Gavin finally let me out of the house. I had just babbled nonsense about dating properly and he fell for it. “Thank goodness!” I muttered quietly to myself. Staying in his place like that was dangerous and if others knew what he wanted me to be to him in that way and that we were cohabiting....I would be too embarrassed to face anyone. Words do fly around quickly in our circle. I do not want such attention on myself.Before this, I have never dated men. I dated a few girls back in college, but I knew guys found me attractive too, but I have never ever dated them. I had nothing against same sex relationship since my best friend Alexander Miller was openly gay anyway before he went on self exile to God knows where some years
It was a new day. A new day to burn in corporate hell. I actually missed this feeling and at the same time I didn’t. The continuous slamming of keys on my system, the calls, screaming orders..God I missed this so damn much.I had gone back to work and it was so fucking hectic just on the first day. Well we should not forget to thank the ever so compassionate Jaxon who had nearly brought the company to its knees, and the task of rebuilding felt monumental. Most of our staffs had resigned and only a loyal few remained, so we were basically short staffed and we didn’t need to have less hands on deck at this point.Peter, ever the efficient one, was meticulously filing the last of the interview notes since we needed more workers and quickly. Thank goodness a good number of them turned up for the interview today and I could finger point some really smart ones. I stretched, my back protesting the hours I spent hunched over the desk. "I'm starving," I groaned, my stomach rumbling in ag
~ Logan’s POV ~My heart was practically tap dancing in my chest. It was today. Today was the day. My wedding day. My wedding with Gavin. A silly, goofy grin felt permanently plastered to my face, and every time I looked in the mirror, it just widened.Peter had been surprisingly invested. I still remember his dramatic sigh when I first mentioned needing a suit, only for him to drag me to some ridiculously expensive boutique three weeks ago to get suits. "Darling you need to look royal," he complained as he picked up fabrics. In the end, he chose a dark blue suit that actually made me look… well, royal. He said going for white was too basic. And this morning, he was here earlier, buzzing around my hotel room like an over caffeinated hummingbird."Logan, for the love of all that is holy, are you even dressed yet?" he shrieked, barging in for the tenth time in the last hour. "The ceremony starts in an hour! Gavin's already there, probably a nervous wreck, and you're still fiddling wit
It’s been a few months now and I must say, it has been the happiest for me. Peter had, quite simply, moved in. Or rather, I hadn't let him leave. The house felt hollow without his easy laughter, and the mornings dull without the aroma of his coffee brewing. Even the incessant meows of his three ridiculously fluffy cats, had become a comforting soundtrack to my days. They had taken quite a liking to me too, much to Peter’s amusement who thought they wouldn’t like me, especially Claws. They would often choose to nap on my lap while I tried to work on my laptop.Our days were so comfortable. I still went to the office, the pressures of work feeling somehow lighter knowing Peter would be waiting for me at home. He would often text me throughout the day, sending silly memes or asking about my progress even while still at work. Evenings were the best. Sometimes, I would come home to the tantalizing smell of something delicious Peter had whipped up in the kitchen. He genuinely loved to cook,
My jaw clenched as my damn phone started ringing, tearing me away from the warmth of Peter's embrace. Reluctantly, I pulled back as I answered the call."What?" I snapped curtly without even checking the caller ID."Sir," my secretary's voice said through the speaker. She sounded troubled too. "I just received a call.. your father is..well his health has deteriorated significantly. You need to come home immediately."I was quiet for a while as I processed the information."I'm on my way," I finally managed, I hung up without another syllable.Peter's brow was furrowed with concern, his hand reaching out to gently touch my arm. "What is it Alex? What's wrong?""It's my father. His condition… it's gotten worse. I have to go.""I'll come with you," Peter said immediately, I shook my head because there was no way I was going to allow that. "No Peter. You can't. You don't understand… my father… he's… vehemently homophobic. It won't be pleasant if he..."But Peter's jaw was set stubbornly
~ Alexander’s POV ~It’s been fourteen agonizing days since the light had been stolen from Peter’s eyes. It felt like an eternity, a cruel suspension of time where the only constant thing was the fear that his eyes might never open again. Everything else became so insignificant to me. The company, deals, every single thing, I abandoned it all, and I was basically living in the hospital. I felt alien to anything else but the beeping of the machines that kept Peter’s fragile body alive.I didn’t want him to remain in the public ward so I had him moved swiftly to a private hospital, two weeks ago in a VIP ward, where the best doctors and nurses could attend to him. Every morning, I would arrive before dawn to watch over him. I would gently bathe him, clean him careful around the bandages. Then I would comb his messy hair. I didn’t want the nurses to do it. I wanted to do it myself. Seeing Peter like this made me so mad and I regretted listening to Gavin’s weak suggestion of dumping Ja
~~ TRIGGER WARNING!!! For those who doesn't like torture. I tried to make it less graphic though ~~There was a slow curl of Alex’s lips. It was not a smile, not really, but something far more unsettling. He didn't speak further, just nodded his head towards Marco. Marco in turn immediately barked a series of sharp commands at the other guards. "Get him secured! Set the bastard up!"My gut clenched. A cold dread began to seep into my veins as I watched them move with efficiency. Alex, meanwhile, was on his feet, his gaze dropping to the figure of Jaxon huddled on the floor. There was no pity in his eyes, only disgust. Jaxon was already a mess of whimpers and desperate pleas, his voice cracking with terror as the men descended upon him.Two of them hauled Jaxon up, his limbs flailing uselessly, and dragged him towards a heavy looking iron surface that lay in the center of the room, I didn’t even notice it before. He was laid face down, his body trembling violently against the cold meta
“I want in,” I stated, my voice firm, brooking no argument. Alex turned to me, his emerald orbs that had turned so dark locked in my gaze. “Can you handle it Gavin?” he asked. I met his gaze, and I felt a bit offended. “What do you take me for?”His eyes narrowed, a hint of something dangerous glinting within them. “What I’m about to do isn’t about ordering someone around Slade. I’m going to do this myself. With my own hands.” His voice was colder now, devoid of any warmth. “Can you handle that?”I stared into the abyss of his eyes, seeing the raw hate that resided there. It was unsettling. I swallowed hard before replying. “Yes,” I finally said, my voice low but resolute. “I can.”Alex nodded, a grim satisfaction flickering across his features. He stood up abruptly. “Let’s go. We need to be back before Peter wakes up.” He started towards the door, then paused, turning back. “Where’s Logan?”I snorted. “I thought you’d never ask.” I told him about Logan’s internal bleeding, the shar
~ Gavin’s POV ~The meeting was going well and there were hardly any oppositions to my proposal by the board members. We were deep into the final stages of the presentation for the new tech launch, a project I had poured months of relentless work into. Then my phone buzzed. I saw it was Logan, then a smile tugged at my lips. Even during boring and nerve wrecking meetings like this, a call from him would always make me so happy.I raised a hand, silencing the presenter mid sentence. “Excuse me for one moment,” I said. The board members exchanged curious glances, but they knew better than to question me. I stepped away from the table, answering the call with a light hearted, “Hey love. Everything alright?”The voice that came through the receiver was anything but alright. I couldn’t hear anything but sobs and incoherent words. My smile vanished immediately replaced by a frown. “Logan! Logan, calm down. I can’t understand you. What’s wrong?” My voice was sharp with urgency. All I could
It was a bloody mess, and Peter’s face looked so pale against the white hospital sheets. The frantic energy of the paramedics as they wheeled him through the automatic doors of the emergency room was a blur of movement, all I could recall was the chaotic ballet of life and death. My legs felt like lead, but I stumbled after them, my vision swimming with unshed tears, with the taste of my own blood still thick in my mouth.“He needs immediate surgery! Trauma one!” a voice barked, it was sharp and urgent. They disappeared behind another set of swinging doors, as another shouted.“Intensive Care Unit.” I followed after them but a nurse, placed a firm hand on my chest, stopping me from following. “Sir, you can’t go in there. Please wait outside.”Wait. The word was like poison, a cruel reminder of another time, another emergency room. My mother, pale and still, being rushed behind those same daunting doors. And then… silence. The finality of it all. Death. The memory slammed into me wi
“Hello brother,” he drawled, the last word dripping with a mocking sarcasm that made my blood run cold. Before I could even process the shock, my back was slammed against the car with force.“Jaxon! What the hell are you doing here?” I gasped, my eyes wide with disbelief and a dawning sense of danger. I shouldn’t be here alone with him. He grinned, as his eyes were bloodshot. “I have been trying to reach my dear little brother for weeks now. But your precious Peter has been quite the effective gatekeeper, hasn’t he?”My gaze flickered downwards, no wonder I haven’t been getting those weird text. Peter was keeping him away without me knowing. I could already guess that it was Jaxon sending those messages. Only two people has called me disgusting gay. Stephen Cove and Jaxon. And Jaxon was my biggest guess. Jaxon’s smile widened, “So Logan. How have you been? Enjoying the fruits of your… newfound happiness?”“I’m fine Jaxon.” I attempted to straighten up, but he continued to block my m