I swear, my life has become some kind of twisted reality show, and I'm the unwilling star forced to play in it. Where are the cameras? I don’t want to be in this crazy rollercoaster anymore. Now it’s just the four of us, standing here in the parking lot with tension like electricity, like we are about to reenact some cowboy gun standoff, and I'm stuck in the middle, playing the goddamn tumbleweed just tossing about with the wind.Gavin and Alexander stared each other down and they were practically radiating heat, like two suns about to collide. If they do clash, it could burn down the whole earth. I don't even know what the hell they are fighting about. Or maybe I do. It's me, isn't it? Of course it is."Gavin," I finally manage, my voice sounding strained even to my own ears. "What are you doing here?"He snaps his head towards me, the intensity in his eyes making me want to flinch. "Logan I," he says, his voice breathy as his trying to make his tone soft. "I've been doing some thi
I hung the damp towel so it will dry before tomorrow morning. Water droplets from my hair traced a cold paths down my neck. I grabbed the hairdryer and switched it on as I began blow drying my hair. I had just showered and I was really exhausted. When I was done, I switched off the hairdryer, the sudden silence amplifying the thrumming headache that had taken root behind my eyes and at the back of my head. That damn lunch was a total and complete waste of time. The fact that three grown men could squabble like little kids was such an irony. Actually, Peter was just unbelievably quiet through out and only Alexander and Gavin acted like over grown babies.I had barely managed to choke down a few bites of my food, the whole damn thing tasting like stale regret. I had wanted to talk to Gavin, because we still had unresolved issues, and I also couldn’t talk to Alexander, to maybe figure out what the hell was going on between him and Peter because they had been ignoring the hell out of eac
“Really? That’s why you came here?” I asked, my voice laced with disbelief. “To talk to me about Alexander?”“It’s a serious matter Logan.” He pressed on like he was talking about saving the world or something. “He keeps calling you Baby Gan like you are some damn toddler,” he said visibly annoyed. “I feel like Alexander is going to cross a line one day. I can see it in his eyes.”Fuck. I wanted to scream, I wanted to seriously punch something. Preferably him. “Stop,” I hissed “Just… stop talking. And leave.”He gave me that look. Like I was the one being unreasonable. “You’re impossible,” I muttered, running a hand through my hair. I felt like I was losing my mind. Matter of factly, I was.I gripped my hair tighter, a strangled sound escaping my throat. Frustration, pure and raw, bubbled up and overflowed from my mouth. I just… screamed. A short, sharp burst of pure rage. I was so mad at this point. At Gavin, at myself. Gavin just watched me vent, his expression unreadable.I glared
"How the hell do you know he has a tattoo on in his hip crease?"He froze, and when he regained himself, he’s a stammering mess. "Uh..I ..I just... rubbish Logan. I’m just spewing rubbish.” He looks away from me.I scoffed, "Rubbish? You think I'm an idiot don’t you? It isn’t rubbish Peter, because as a matter of fact Alexander does have a tattoo there. A broken chain link like you just accurately said. You couldn't have just pulled that out of thin air." My eyes narrowed, focusing on the bead of sweat trickling down his temple. I have to corner him so he’d confess everything.He waved his hands in the air, a desperate attempt to brush me off. "Look, I got work to do. I’m heading back to my desk." He wanted to scurry off again to avoid confrontation."You take one step out of that door and you're fired," I snarled, my voice measured. I did that to scare him and I hope it worked. I need the tea and he must give it to me. He sucked in a harsh breath, "Stop asking Logan." He forced out.
TRIGGER WARNING!!!~ Peter’s POV ~For as long as I could remember, I have always felt worthless. There has always been this ringing in my ears, it was the sound of my own insignificance. A hunger ate at me, a desperate urge to be seen, to be valued, to be loved, to be needed. Because without that, what was I? Just a shadow, a ghost drifting through a world that didn’t seem to notice my very minute existence.Even as a kid, I understood, on some instinctive level, that my worth was a commodity, traded and bartered. I was held on to based on how much I was wanted. My mother… she was a rising star in her youth, a fascinating presence on the stage that captivated all that beheld her. Being young and beautiful, she had caught the eye of a wealthy man who already belonged to someone else. A powerful politician with a supposed happy family. She thought she had seen a chance, a way out of the shadows, a ticket to a life of comfort like she had always dreamed. They struck a deal, “Be my wom
TRIGGER WARNING!!!The first thing I noticed was a loud beeping sound that was ringing in my head. Then the faint scent of antiseptic. I tried to open my eyes, but it was very hard to even breath as I kept feeling an excruciating pain in my abdomen level. I could hear weak sobbing and when my eyes finally opened, I saw my grandmother by my side with her head down, she was sobbing uncontrollably."Grandma?" My voice was a croak whisper.She gasped as she raised her head "Peter my baby, you're awake." Her voice broke, and fresh tears streamed down her face.I tried to sit up, but a sharp, searing pain ripped through my side. I hissed, falling back against the pillows. "What happened?""Hush, child, hush." She gently pressed me back down. "You were hurt, very badly. But you're safe now. The doctor stitched you up nicely dear." she smiled sadly.My hand instinctively went to my side. Beneath the bandages, I could feel the tight, prickly sensation of stitches. I looked around the room but
Persistence and hard work. Those were my motto in life to keep me going and striving. If I wasn’t persistent, I would give up, and if I don’t work hard, I’d die of hunger..or maybe end up being sold by the loan sharks. Two long years, I had sacrificed them, clawing my way out of debt. Two years of watching my classmates move on, their lives unfolding in a way mine couldn't. I couldn’t go to college with my classmates because I had to work and pay off all my debts. Finally, I could finally say I was debt free, thanks to my persistence. But I had lost two years of my life and all my age mates were already ahead of me. But being behind didn’t mean I couldn’t still catch up. I started an academy again and worked hard for my exams, finally I got a scholarship into the most prestigious college in the country. The chance to prove myself, to build something solid from the wreckage my life had become. And I did. I studied and I excelled. Then I became… desired.Soon enough, I became known a
I couldn’t put into words how excited I was right now. We had just closed the Miller deal, after snagging a quarter of their profit. Even Mr Miller himself, that crusty old man, had actually cracked a smile. I did see it. It was for a faint second before his terrible frown returned again. Logan was happy too, but there was this dark cloud hovering over him and I knew the cause. His one and only Gavin had done something stupid again and they were fighting and making me suffer in between. It was exhausting for real. So I suggested we go to Ignito to celebrate our recent victory with Miller. "We need to blow off some steam." I said to Logan who was busy acting like a princess in need of saving.But Logan was not buying the idea as he gave that his ‘I'm too important for fun’ look. But me being me, I persisted, knowing that a night of loud music and questionable drinks was the only way to get him to loosen up. After a bit of my relentless nagging, he finally gave in.But, I also had a s
~ 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