“I want to be inside you so badly,” he murmured against my ears, “Will you let me?”My mind went blank for a split second there. That was one sexy way of saying ‘I want to fuck you senseless’ and it made me flush so red that my cheeks looked like they were on fire.But my emotions were mixed up in a stupid jar that I couldn’t pick which exactly I was feeling. The excitement was sharp and insistent, but it battled with a deep seated fear in my mind. Fear of pain, fear of… everything. Honestly speaking, I had been curious like a little kitten so I had looked up and watched videos explaining well...this topic. It was definitely a pathetic attempt to prepare myself for something I had never truly imagined happening. But videos were just mere videos. They didn’t show the vulnerability, the intimacy, the sheer terror of laying yourself bare, physically and emotionally, to another person completely.I couldn't meet his gaze and the cramped space of the car suddenly felt more suffocatin
In no time we arrived at the Lito Art Gallery. The name itself dripped with sophistication, as it was the biggest art gallery in the country. I stepped out of the car and took in the view, I had to admit, Bryce had a knack for picking good locations for his parties. He always knew the right people and places. And knowing this gallery was under Gavin's company's umbrella added another layer of… anticipation. Gavin really did outdo himself with all these successes he has bagged at such a young age.Sophisticated cars lined the entrance of the gallery. I smoothed down my jacket and ran a hand through my hair one last time. “He’s got a good eye, doesn’t he?” I muttered, more to myself than Peter who just got down from the drivers seat.Peter chuckled. “Bryce? For venues, yes. For… other things, I would reserve my judgment.”I chuckled and shaked my head. “Let’s go.” I said. As we approached the entrance, the flash of cameras and the murmur of voices intensified. The red carpet stretche
The so called charity event continued and my baby...Gavin still wasn’t here. I actually wanted to call him and ask if he was actually going to come like Bryce had said, but I was too nonchalant for that. I enjoyed being pursued by him and I knew..I knew if I ever...if tables turn, I would be so desperate for him.I was used to getting attention since I was a kid. But no one has ever made me feel this type of way before. Of course he’s aggressive and he gets on my nerves, but he’s the only one who can get me to touch myself and moan out loud. I wasn’t going to admit that though. So I tucked my phone back in my pocket as Peter kept exchanging flirtatious glances at the guests and even the servers. Ugh! A small crowd began to gather near a makeshift stage where a velvet draped easel stood just right at the centre. The charity auction was about to begin. They were a lot of paintings on display that belonged to renowned artist. Call me none artistic, but most of these so called masterpie
TRIGGER WARNING!!!!!!!!"What the hell Gavin!" I yelled, my voice cracking with a mix of anger and humiliation. "Why did you drag me out like that? Everyone was staring!" I hissed a rage filled sound.He didn't answer but I could clearly see his jaws was clenched tight, and his eyes were fixed on the road ahead, with a muscle twitching in his cheek. No matter what I was saying to him, this big bag of toxicity was playing dead to my words. I sat down without saying anything else, but my stomach was churning with frustration and the damned silence was so thick and suffocating. My chest heaved as I finally let out another word. "Pull over," I demanded, the word catching in my throat. "I want to get out."He ignored me again as the car sped up, the streetlights blurring into streaks of yellow and red. We were going to crash with this rate he was driving. It was a quiet and lonely road but he was obviously not following the speed limit."I said pull over!" I shouted this time, my voic
~ Gavin’s POV ~I let my mind wander aimlessly as the wind whips through my hair. I held onto the balcony railing tightly with one hand, as it’s cold surface digs into my palms, but the physical discomfort was nothing compared to the ache in my chest. I grab my whiskey bottle with my other free hand from the pile of empty bottles on the ground as I take a swing again, the harsh burn not so much of a distraction to my misery I was feeling inside. Last night… fuck, last night was a blur of rage, uncalculated moves and misplaced jealousy. I can still see Logan’s face, the way his eyes softened in pain and then filled with a hurt so profound it twisted a knife in my gut. “You are just the same with Stephen,” he had said to me, his voice was trembling as he spoke. He cried. My God! He had cried so hard his small frame was shaking terribly under my weight. The image of his tears is plastered into my brain, a brand of my own making. The worst part? I know, deep down, that I misread e
The phone clicked, and I almost dropped it. It was surprising to me that Peter answered in the first ring. My breath hitched in my throat all of a sudden. I hadn't expected him to pick up at all, let alone so quickly. "What," he barked, his voice rough and clipped through the speaker. I could tell it wasn’t a pleasure speaking with me. Same with me also, but at this moment, I could only reach Logan through him."Where is Logan?" I clenched my free fist as I asked Peter scoffed, the sound he made sounded like he had just heard the most incredible joke of his life. "He's anywhere but near you Gavin."My jaw tightened and I closed my eyes, just for a second, trying to regain some atom of control. I inhaled, then exhaled. I opened my eyes again, "Peter, I need to speak to Logan." I said calmly.A sneer laced his voice. "Then call him yourself Mr Gavin.” There was no particle of respect attached to that ‘Mr’ he had just used."He's blocked me, so I can’t call him." I said rubbing m
They were stacks of files arranged on the table, each one of them demanding my immediate attention, but there was only so much I could do. I had buried myself in work these past few days as a desperate attempt to drown out all the memories, the fear, the sheer humiliation that threatened to resurface with every quiet moment I spent alone. Work was a form of shield to me, my distraction and my self imposed prison.But I’ve also been quite current. I heard Stephen has been discharged from the hospital already, he sustained a lot of injuries but he was better now. Well, the mere thought of him brought a wave of nausea, but I wanted to make sure the fucker wasn’t dead at least. Good for him, he wasn’t suing Gavin for the assault. It was a smart move, probably. I wasn’t going to sue either. It was the best choice. If things gets out of hand and becomes public knowledge, the things that had happened, I would be too embarrassed to face anyone. Letting people know I was almost sexually as
Soon I was out of traffic so I hurried home because my eyes were already so tired. I got to the street leading to my mansion when a notification chimed from my phone. I glanced down, my eyes widening in disbelief. It was a text from Alexander Miller. -Hey nerd-The text was as simple as that but the excitement bubbling in me could barely be contained. I pulled over to the side of the road and killed the engine, I reread the message just to make sure I wasn't hallucinating. Alexander actually sent it. After all this time. I called his line that has been unreachable all this while and he picked up almost immediately."Alexander?" I breathed, my voice breathy."Logan my man!" His voice was much deeper and richer than I remembered. "Hey," I said, a wide grin spreading across my face. "How are you? Where are you? Fuck! I’m already asking too many questions, I should shut up now." He just chuckled into the line. "I didn't think you'd call so quickly." He finally said."Of course
"Do you want to sleep with me?" He asked with the straightest of expressions."Wait, what?" My brain stuttered for a second there. Did this guy just flat out asked if I wanted to have sex. No build up, no playful touches, just that question? Of course I wanted to have sex with him but he didn’t seem a bit interested so I had given up on him hours ago, figured he was just some cold, handsome statue and I settled for just being a drink buddy. Or is he just bad at expressing himself?I chuckled, still a little confused. "Are you already drunk?" I asked, grabbing my shot glass, he was definitely drunk already. Maybe one of those who you can’t tell is already drunk. I guess I won the challenge then. But before I could down my shot, he grabbed my wrist as his emerald orbs locked onto mine. "Do you want to have sex with me?" he repeated, as if I hadn't heard his previous question.Wait...was he actually serious? There was just something about the raw intensity of his question, the way his e
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
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
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
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
"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.
“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
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
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