Panic set in at once as I heard those words. I got out of my pajamas and into an ordinary outfit as I hurried out of my suite. I drove fast, through the chill evening air, muttering and praying to every higher being in the universe. “Dad please be okay!” I kept saying as my eyes locked onto the GPS, trying to find the route to the hospital dad had been admitted into.I admit, I hate that darned old man because of the way he treated me and my mother. But he was still my father, the only real family I have left, and I didn’t want anything to happen to him. I arrived the hospital and got out of the car swiftly, I ran fast and skidded to a halt in front of the hospital, my breath coming in ragged gasps. The fluorescent lights of the entrance cast long eerie shadows across the pavement. I didn’t like hospitals. It held horrible memories of how my mother spent her last days. I pushed open the heavy doors and hurried down the sterile corridors, the smell of antiseptic and medications
I stumbled back, knocking over Peter's shot from his hands with a clatter. He stared at me, his face a mixture of concern and confusion."Logan what's wrong?"I ignored him, my gaze frantically searching the room. "Keys," I demanded, my voice hoarse. "Car keys, where is it?”Peter hesitated, his brow furrowed. "Sir are you alright? What's going on?""Just give me the damn keys!" I snapped, my patience wearing thin.“I’m sorry but I cannot do that. You seem drunk and.....”I turned around, ignoring him as I strode towards the exit, leaving him confused.I burst out of the bar, the cool night air doing little to calm my racing heart. I hailed a cab as I fumbled in my pocket for my phone, my fingers trembling slightly. I dialed Gavin's number, my voice strained as I waited for him to pick up."Gavin," I rasped, "Where are you?"He chuckled, his voice low and even. "I'll send you an address. Hurry little bunny, I don’t like to wait.”Before I could question him further, he hung
The intensity in Gavin's eyes was almost suffocating, sucking out every breath from my lungs. His gaze, a burning brand, seared into my very soul, leaving me disoriented. “But I don’t know how.....I’ve never done it before.” I said shyly looking away from his piercing gaze. He pinched my chin and brought my gaze back to him as if to tell me to never look away. “You know the part of yourself that gives you the most pleasure,” he said softly as he bit his lips making me to swallow hard, “now, use that instinct and you’ll naturally know what to do.” The part of me that wants to be pleasured? Surely that’s one hell of a way to teach a first timer how to give a blow job. I stumbled back, needing to put some distance between us and he released me, I watched mesmerized, as his long slender fingers expertly undid the knot of his robe, the silken fabric dropping down from over his broad shoulders and down his legs, exposing his huge and erect cock. My breath hitched in my throat, my
His words hung in the air. “What?” I broke the unnerving silence. “Lost? What do you mean lost?” I said as tears were already welling up in my eyes.“Please calm down. Tell me where you are and I’ll come pick you up.” “I asked you a freaking question Peter, what do you mean by we lost him!” I yelled into the phone. “he is not some toy that would go rolling off somewhere.” I said painfully, refusing to admit what I actually knew the word meant.“I’m sorry Mr Logan.” He muttered and I hung up immediately as tears streamed down my face.“Are you okay sir?” the cab driver inquired.“Just fucking drive.” My voice cracked as I snifled. He doesn’t say anything, but keeps driving. The cab screeched to a halt just in front of the hospital and I jumped out, my heart pounding."Hey!" the cab driver yelled, his voice raspy. "Where's my fare?"I stumbled back, cursing under my breath. I fumbled in my wallet, pulling out crumpled notes and tossing it through the open window. I didn't w
"What do you think about the mark Logan? Do you..." Peter asked, his voice low and cautious.“I don’t know, but it doesn’t look right.” He definitely didn’t die naturally. "I think he was murdered," I said, my voice rough with suppressed rage.That is most definitely it. The mark was still fresh, and the way he just suddenly died. They must have done something to him. The thought of Hilda, her crocodile tears and feigned grief, filled me with a burning fury. I clenched my fists, my knuckles white, I wanted to storm out there and confront her, but Peter stopped me in time as he placed a hand on my shoulder."Logan please calm down. We can't act on assumptions.""Calm down?" I scoffed, my voice rising. "How can I calm down when the woman who undoubtedly killed my father is out there, pretending to mourn him? How can I stand idly by while she enjoys the fruits of her wicked deeds?"Peter's gaze was steady, "We need evidence Logan. We can't just accuse her without proof. The police w
"What?!" I roared, my fist slamming against the desk the wood groaning in protest. "They can't actually do this, can they?"Peter nodded slowly, his expression grim. "I'm afraid they can. Hilda has been given charge of your father's body according to his will. She has the right to refuse the autopsy.""That witch!" I hissed, frustration overwhelming me. "She's trying to sweep everything under the carpet! Bury the truth with him!"Peter placed a hand on my shoulder patting me lightly. "Sir we need to stay calm. We'll figure something out. We can't let her get away with this." His voice was soft and soothing, but there was no soothing the anger that was simmering within me. My phone rang, the insistent chiming jarring me out of my thoughts. It was Gavin. I hesitated as I stared at the screen, then I cut the call. He called again, and I could imagine him yelling at me to pick up the fucking phone. I hissed as I turned on the screen and blocked his number in a fit of frustrated anger
The drive away from my home was a blur. It was the place I once thought was my comfort place. I had grown up there, built my first little snowman during winter, I did everything with my mom in that house. Now a stranger had taken it over. I slumped in the passenger seat, the weight of my despair crushing me like a big boulder. Peter glanced at me, his expression concerned."What's the plan Logan?" he asked, his voice gentle."I… I don't know," I admitted, my voice a mere whisper.The world outside the window seemed to move too fast for me to be able to get a grasp of even a perfect view. I felt hollow and empty. Everything I had known, everything I had worked for was gone just like that. My mind raced desperately searching for a solution. The only thing I could think of was the small cottage my grandmother had left me, a dilapidated old place out in the country. And the money in my bank account, a meager sum that wouldn't last too long. Just a few hundred millions in my persona
“Now, let’s talk.” I swallowed hard as I adjusted myself on my seat. “Why are you helping me?”“Because I can.” He replied at once.My eyes narrowed. “Because you can? That’s a very unbelievable reason.” I said doubting him all the more. I’ve been wary of him since the start, and hearing him give just this simple reason makes me all the more suspicious of his intentions.He chuckled lightly as he got up from his seat and strided towards me. I moved uncomfortably in my seat as he leaned in, placing both his hands on the handle of my chair. “Actually...” he said breathing lightly on my face. “the last time, I did take more than I had asked.”Confusing was etched on my face, “What are you talking about? What did you take?”He rolled his eyes. “I meant the kiss Logan. It wasn’t part of the agreement so I feel like I owe you something at least.”“So you’re taking me in just because of a kiss? That’s ridiculous.” I pushed his hands off.“Harassing me in my own home, that’s not th
~ 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