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
I opened the door and sat down, the leather of the car seat was cold against my skin, as it was quite windy tonight. Gavin slid into the seat beside me, his presence filling the small space with a tension that sucked in the air out of my lungs. I shifted uncomfortably and held my breath. I needed to do something, anything, the get rid of this awkwardness I was feeling.Right? I reached for the seatbelt, my fingers fumbled with the buckle, clumsily and awkwardly. Definitely not what I was going for. Before I could secure it, his hand, strong and warm, reached over, gently guiding mine as it brushed against my skin. Gavin leaned closer, his breath fanning my neck, sending a jolt of electricity through me. Our eyes met, a silent conversation passing between us in that fleeting moment. Time seemed to slow down as the world faded away and I was lost in the intensity of his gaze.He pulled the belt and clicked it into place, his hand lingering on my shoulder for a heartbeat longer than
The icy water slipped from my grip as I attempted to grab it from him and it splashed across Gavin's chest, soaking his shirt. The thin fabric clung to his skin, outlining the hard lines of his muscles in a way that sent a jolt of unexpected heat through me. I swallowed hard, my gaze fixed to his chest, the way the water droplets traced the contours of his body."Look what you've done," Gavin grinned, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Now I have to also take a bath.""I… I…" I stammered, completely flustered."Don't just stand there," he said, reaching for me and pulling me closer. "Get me a towel." He murmured against my neck."No," I managed to get out of his hold, "you can't have a bath at my place." I tried to insist.Gavin's eyes narrowed in displeasure as he stared at me. Clearly, he hated not getting his way. "Then I'll just strip here and wait for my clothes to dry off then." He suddenly uttered.Before I could even register what he has said and was about to do, he sta
TRIGGER WARNING!!!"Logan," he growled, his breath hot against my ear, "I’m afraid I’m going to do more than just touching.”His words sent a jolt of current through my entire body. It was like he released a horny monster inside of me with his words. "You can do anything you want," I breathed, my voice hoarse. "Just… don't penetrate."My eyes darted down to where his dick pressed against my thigh, a hard, insistent reminder of his need. He was already rock hard, a testament to the potency of his desire to fuck me. I don’t want his dick inside of me. At least not now. I’ve never done that before and I’m afraid I might not like it.Gently, I tapped his shoulder, indicating that I wanted him to put me down. He lowered me slowly, his gaze never leaving mine, a possessive glint in his eyes.I knelt before him, my hands tracing a path down his chest, across his stomach, finally settling on his waist. He shuddered, a low groan escaping his lips.My lips followed the path my hands had taken,
"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
I narrowed my eyes. “You tell me.”He gave me that look, the one that screamed ‘you’re being ridiculous’ before he rolled his eyes. “How am I supposed to know what you two argued about?”“That’s not what I’m asking. I want to know what the hell is going on between you and him. You’ve both been acting… off.” There was definitely tension between the both of them and I needed to know. It’s not fun not knowing.Peter’s shoulders tightened. “I’m not acting weird. You’re the one who’s got a bee in your bonnet. Just drop it and tell me why you pissed off Alexander.” He gave that annoying look of his as if I’m the one pissing him off. He’s the one not telling me anything and he keeps complaining that I’m tight lipped when he’s worse off than me.I sighed, running a hand through my hair. Fine. If he wanted the story, he’d get it. “He came over last night, wanted to crash at my place like old times. That was no problem, right? Except I didn’t have any clothes that fit. So, I gave him… Gavin’s.”
“I thought so.” I looked away too, as I let my mind wander in the compressing silence of the car.Then he spoke up, his voice barely audible. “I’ll return the other shares Logan. But fifty percent stays with me. And this is non negotiable.”My blood spiked. How dare he? I turned, my gaze locking with his. “How much?” I asked, the words clipped and precise. “How much do you want for them?” I asked him outright.He didn’t flinch, as if he was expecting me to say this. “I’m not selling.” His eyes were as hard as rock and unyielding. “And you can’t afford it anyway. You are still rebuilding the company Logan. Remember?” he arched his brow. “Do you really think you can afford to take out such an amount when you are still struggling to put things in order?”The reminder was a big slap. He was right, and damn him too. But I wasn’t about to let him have the upper hand. I had to do something. Anything. And that’s when I had the idea. Was it foolish? Maybe. But I needed it to get me what I want
It was morning again. I usually got up early since I had to work, but honestly, I hated being an early bird. It was exhausting. I sometimes wish I could sleep in, but then Hartley Holdings will be drowning in debts. I dragged myself out of bed and straight to the bathroom. I stared at my reflection in the mirror, and yep! I needed to shave. I did a clean shave before finally getting under the shower to let it’s wet droplets wash me clean for the day. After shower, I sorted out my clothes and placed them on the bed when I heard my ringtone. I picked up since it was Peter."Good morning boss, I’m almost at the house. I hope you are out of bed and ready," his voice chirped through the speaker, a little too bright for this ungodly hour.“Oh! So you can get here this early huh?” I teased him."Of course Mr Logan. I certainly wouldn't want to get a slash on my pay, would I?"I snorted. "You're making damn sure, aren't you?""Hey Logan, I was late once it’s just one time!" he protested with
"These are actually Gavin's... they should fit you." I said stupidly without reasoning, but as soon as my words got to my own ears I knew I had definitely fucked up. I saw the flicker of confusion which changed into a hard, angry stare in Alexander's eyes as his jaw stiffened. He moved his attention back to the shirt, the fabric bunching in his fist, and stared at them like they were contaminated with some sort of infection that could kill a whole nation. Then, his eyes snapped back to mine, a dark, accusing fire in them. "You gave me Gavin's clothes?" he asked, his voice terribly reduced like the undercurrent of a wave, waiting to pick up that fast current and wash you away.I didn’t say anything. I just stood there, cussing myself for my own stupidity. I should know things I should say and things I shouldn’t say at this point. But I keep slipping up.When he didn’t get a reply but the look on my face confirmed it, he sneered, and with a fling, he threw the clothes to the floor. Th
“I thought I was sleeping over?”“Ah.. actually!” I laughed nervously and he gave me a dissatisfied look. "Didn't you plan for me to sleep over?" Alexander asked, his voice going very low, as the playful tone was slowly disappearing and replaced with a more serious touch. "I thought we were going to catch up properly and stuff. Didn't you make preparations?""Definitely. Of course I did," I stammered as I gave a stupid nervous chuckle, my mind was already racing with various calculations and preparation that I hadn’t yet made. I had completely forgotten about the whole sleepover aspect, or maybe I didn’t ? I wasn’t even sure anymore if I had mentioned it to the servants this morning or not. My brain which was usually sharp and quick, was a complete blank book at this point. "It's just… it slipped my mind."“No problem. You can just ask the servants to clean out a room or I can just sleep in yours... like old times.” His voice dropped to a low baritone.“Oh no, there’s a room ready so