~ Logan’s POV ~“Damn it.” Just… damn it all. Things just went out of hand really fast that I didn’t even know what to do when Peter stormed out of the office like that. I ran a hand through my hair, the rough stubble catching on my fingers.I sank onto the edge of the desk, and rubbed my temples, trying to massage away the throbbing ache that had taken root behind my eyes. One thing was very clear to me, and that was the fact that Peter was hurting, really hurting. I knew deep down that he was the one person I couldn’t afford to lose, the one person I needed to make things right with no matter what because he was too damn important to me.He never talked about his feelings, and that was Peter’s way. He carried the weight of the world on his shoulders, convinced he was a burden if he showed any sign of weakness. But this… this was different. This was a crack in his carefully constructed armour he had built around himself for years that even I was afraid to temper with, but it was also
After all the emotional talk with Peter, I decided to do to him what he always did to me whenever I was having a bad time. And that was to feed him.Okay I know I can’t cook, but I can at least take him out, so I decided to take him to the restaurant he had taken us to the last time. Even though I could barely register the taste of the food over all the chaos the last time, I was sure it tasted heavenly, so I brought him back here. After Peter had talked to the waiter that welcomed us this time, and we were settled in our corner, I breathed in deeply, the scent of spiced lamb and roasted vegetables filling my lungs, "Hear that Peter?" I asked him, as I gestured with my hands.He quirked an eyebrow, a flicker of confusion crossing his face. "Hear what?"A smirk tugged at the corner of my mouth. "The quietness. I can finally choke down a few bites.” I grinned as his face lit up with a chuckle, “You are quite something, aren’t you Mr Pierce,” he chuckled. “But you are right. I remembe
This was not exactly how I planned to spend my afternoon. I was supposed to have a meeting by this time, but here I was being physically hauled into the mall by Lily and her mother. Well, shopping beats hours and hours of meetings anyway. That’s if women shop like men do. But I doubt this was going to be just picking out clothes. "Right this way lady and gentleman," Gavin’s mom said, as she steered us towards the men's clothing section like a general leading her troops. The sales assistant approached us immediately we entered the luxury store."Good day,” she greeted politely. “How may I help you?" she asked."Um, my son needs something...spectacular and fashionable." Mrs Slade declared, her voice ringing with an authority that made me want to shrink into my shoes. She was being so extra and everyone was staring at us. "Something nice and fancy that when he walks, everyone would stop and stare." She smiled proudly. The fact that she just even called me her son made me all giddy ins
Gavin was approaching us like a storm, but Lily couldn’t even care less, she was the perfect picture of detached amusement, "Oh Mom, he looks so mad," she chirped, her eyes glued to her melting ice cream, as she was completely unfazed by the deranged maniac approaching.I instinctively stood up, bracing myself for whatever was about to happen. Gavin reached us in a few long strides, his hand shooting out to grab my wrist possessively, "We're leaving," he growled, attempting to pull me away."Gavin, stop right there," Mrs Slade's voice boomed, cold and authoritative. He froze in place, his jaw tightening more than before, then he turned to face her."Who gave you the right to take Logan?" he demanded, "And who gave you the right to drag people off the street?" she retorted, her eyes flashing. "You're not the only one who can pull that stunt darling son." She gave him a hard look and now they were staring daggers at each other.Caught in the crossfire, I tried to mediate between them.
Peter just had to call by this time and spoil the mood. I hissed as I picked up. "Hey," I said, my voice a little strained."Hey Logan, what's up?" Peter asked, "I'm at your place, and you're not here yet.""I'm sleeping over at Gavin's parents' house," I said, dropping onto the bed, with my hair still damp.Peter chuckled. “I guess you're really becoming part of the family, aren't you?"A smile tugged at my lips. "Yeah, they're...interesting. And they keep calling me son-in-law. It’s kind of weird but cute."Peter burst out laughing as he struggled to speak. "I knew it!" he exclaimed.“Quit laughing jackass,” I was embarrassed and I didn’t need him to make me more flustered than I already am.“I’m sorry,” he choked out as he tried to control his laughter. "Anyway," he continued, his voice becoming more serious, "I called to let you know I handled all the meetings today. It was so stressful since most of those big fishes wanted to see the boss himself.”“Thanks man. You’re a life save
~ Alexander’s POV ~The darkness as I have known It, It was a canvas of pain, and a void of emptiness. I had always hated it, this suffocating blackness, because it was all I ever knew and it showed me how incomplete I was. Even as a child, everyone thought I had a perfect family. A father, a mother, and me. But even then, I knew something was fundamentally wrong.I remember those early years, the naive belief that my father was simply just ‘busy’ Busy with what, I didn’t know. He was probably out making money like other fathers, but other fathers came back home after the days job, but mine didn’t. Growing up, I got to understand the harsh and cruel truth. He wasn't busy, he was just deliberately absent. And that was because he hated my mother. Their marriage was nothing but an arrangement of convenience. My mother, with her desperate and unwavering love, had believed he would learn to reciprocate her feelings someday. But his heart was a fortress, locked and barred. He carried the g
The fragile peace I found with Logan. The one I had desperately clung to was shattered when my mother finally came to pick me up. Logan’s mom had fought with my father and threatened him with some business deal that he couldn’t afford to lose in exchange for letting me be and not sending me back to that deranged correction centre. Returning home was like stepping back into a haunted house, but I was happy that my father was predictably absent as always which made me have a bit of peace at least. But even though my father was rarely here, my consciousness was always reminded of his cruelty and his shadow followed me wherever I went. The trauma of the dark room had burrowed deep within me, so deep that I couldn't bear to sleep without the lights on. I had become so afraid of the dark. The darkness that reminded me of all my trauma in life. How my parents fought, how my father had locked me up for days without food and that damned correction centre. I hated the darkness so much that I
The weight of the past five years I spent abroad pressed down on me like a physical force, a constant reminder of the life I had left behind. I had become a ghost of myself, drifting from one country to another, a soul adrift in a sea of loneliness. Others might see it as a life of luxury to be travelling so much, but I saw it as torture. I was trying to find myself, to live. But no matter where I went, or who I met, all that was left was a big gaping hole in my chest.My mother's death had shattered me completely and my soul was refusing to heal. The world felt muted, all the colours I experienced dulled, and every sound a jarring reminder of the silence that had enveloped my life.My father, the man who had never been a father to me, had abandoned me completely now. He hadn't even shed a single tear at my mother’s funeral, instead, he had jetted off on a business trip the very next day. I hadn't spoken to him since I left, nor had he tried to reach out to me. I had been a stranger
~ 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