“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
“Say it nicely.” he teased.I was hot and very horny that I didn’t care how I sounded. I just needed him to put his hands on me and fast. I needed to feel him on my skin. I wanted him to touch me so badly.I bit my lips softly, “Please touch me,” I whispered as a blush crept up my lips.He grinned victorious as if he had just won something as he captured my lips with mine again, his hands tracing my belly botton all the way to the line of my short. I moved my body closer to his as his hands moved to my hard erection, stroking my meat softly. I moaned loudly as he cupped my balls with his hands. He squeezed softly and pleasure spread through my body.“It’s getting in the way.” I hissed as I moved up a little and got the little damn thing off my waist and down my legs and I flinged my shorts to the side. “How eager are you.” He sounded.... surprised? But completely turned on as well. I placed my hands on his shoulders as I spread my legs on the table. “Stroke me please....I’m abo
Through and through, Gavin was a man of his words. A monster if I might say. He was such a powerful person who could even snatch my father's body from that mistress of his, Hilda and damned the consequences of the law, because the law could literally do him nothing. My phone had been buzzing incessantly, a testament of my victory, as Hilda and Jaxon kept calling and sending text to threaten.......try to appeal to me that she’d let me into the house if I agree to the cremation and bring back the body. I ignored them all, the insistent vibrations a mere annoyance against the comforting warmth of the gingerbread Mrs Lola had baked for me. I switched off my phone with a huff as I continued munching on my gingerbread. I'd already informed Peter of my whereabouts, and he'd be arriving soon.Mrs Lola approached me with a warm smile. "Would you like anything in particular for lunch Mr Logan?" she inquired, her voice gentle."Chicken curry and rice please," my smile mirroring hers."Of
I held the forensic report tightly in my hand, the stark black and white confirming all my suspicion. Hilda’s fingerprint were indeed on the syringe used to commit the crime. It was undeniable now. The police investigation had moved swiftly, the evidence irrefutable. She'd been found guilty by the court and sentenced to a term that felt too short. Twenty two years was barely enough in my opinion. She confessed that she did it all by herself so Jaxon wasn’t incriminated. That day, she had gone to give him his drugs, then the evil thought crossed her mind and she carried it out to give him an overdose resulting to his death. Thankfully, she was paying for her crimes now. Peter said we got justice, but I wasn’t really satisfied in the least. Just when I thought it was all over, that with the truth finally out, I could finally breathe. I had even moved out of Gavin's apartment and back to the house I grew up in, the house that held all my memories, both good and bad. It was supposed to
Living like this wasn’t so bad. I had a roof over my head, ate nice meal and watched a lot of TV. I can’t even remember if I actually sat down to watch television back then. I don’t think I did, never had the time to. Peter was mostly at his cat cafe overseeing things while I stayed home with his cats, whiskers, paws and Minnie which he called his children. Occasionally, I would feel guilty. I was basically leeching off of him, taking advantage of his kindness. I was a regular boss to him back then, but now he was taking care of me like he owed me his life or something and I felt horrible about it. It’s been months now and I don’t want to feel like a free loader. Feeling the need to contribute, I offered to help at the flower shop since he was mainly focused on the cafe. He had initially protested, insisting I needed to rest and recover, but I was fine now.....not exactly...but I needed to at least make a contribution. My insistence had finally worn him down and he had no choice
“Welcome what can I...” the words got stuck in my throat. Bryce? What the hell was he doing here?My smile faltered immediately. Bryce with his slicked back hair and that arrogant smirk plastered on his face, looking every bit the high powered annoying prick he always was. He was wearing a crisp linen suit, the kind that screamed ‘I come from money so bow before me peasants’ even from across the street. He looked as surprised to see me as I was to see him."Logan?" he exclaimed, his voice a mixture of disbelief and amusement. He pushed his glasses up his nose, his eyes scanning me with a curious intensity. "What in the…?"I managed a weak laugh. "Long time no see Bryce." I forced the words out.He chuckled, the sound hollow. "Indeed. What are you doing here? Selling flowers? I never thought I'd see this day in my life."I felt a prickle of unease. This was the last thing I needed. A reminder of the life I was living now. A humble flower seller. "Just trying to make a living,"
I sat uncomfortably on the couch, biting my finger nails as I waited for Peter to arrive. Whiskers jumped on my laps and purred softly before settling comfortably there. She had just finished eating her meal that I served for the three of them when I arrived. Whiskers was clingy, Paws....not so much, and Minnie didn’t even let me anywhere near her. She wasn’t very friendly. I stroked whiskers fur lightly as I sighed, the door clinked open and Peter came in as he dropped his coat on the hanger just by the side of the door."Logan what’s the problem. You sounded distressed on the phone.” I could see his brows arched with worry. I sank deeper into the chair and whiskers leaped out from my laps and jumped to her scratching pole. "I ran into Bryce at the flower shop today." I said but my eyes were still on whiskers as I watched her activities.Peter's brow furrowed. "Bryce? What's he doing in this side of town?""Apparently he was buying flowers," I moved my focus back to him. "And he
“You talk like you are even going to give me a chance to negotiate.” I rolled my eyes.Stephen leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with sadistic satisfaction. "I'm a reasonable man Logan. I'm willing to come to a concession."I looked at him, my gaze unwavering. "Concession? What do you want in exchange?"He shrugged. "Use your head Logan. What have I always wanted from you?"I frowned, utterly bewildered. "I don't read minds Stephen. Speak plainly so I’ll know damnit." I said irritated.He smirked, leaning even closer. "If you…indulge me…just once, I'll let you have the company."“Indulge you?” I said confused, then my eyes shot up as I got an understanding of what this disgusting pervert meant. Disgust washed over me immediately, that I could feel my skin crawl. I couldn't believe it. This wasn't a business proposition, it was a vile degrading offer. And from an ugly brat even.I didn't even hesitate. I grabbed the glass of water, the ice cubes clinking against the glass, and t
I slammed the bathroom door behind me, the sound echoing the rage pounding in my head. Fuck. Just fuck. I yanked my pants trousers on, the soft material surprisingly rough against my skin, a huge contrast to the slick heated feel of… last night. My jaw tightened as I recalled my night with Logan. Last night had been… perfect. God, it had been everything. Logan and I, pressed together in that cramped shower, the steam fogging the mirror, his warm mouth against my throbbing dick, his tongue swirling my whole lengthy. The way he had… the way he had moved and bucked his hips against mine. My fingers in his warm hole, loosening him up. It was perfect.My fingers clenched at the memory, a phantom sensation lingering. And this morning had started so well. We had been laughing, for fucks sake, almost getting at it again even, then Peter’s name had slithered into the conversation, like a goddamn snake. Just the mention of the man’s name was enough to ignite a fire in my gut. And L
“Teach me how to court Logan.” Those were the embarrassing words I had said to Lily last night. But now, I stood outside of our family mansion and Lily’s words echoed in my head.“If you want my help, you come home.” Help. As if I had a choice. I was utterly lost in the struggle to gain Logan Pierce’s affections, a lack thereof I had and Lily, that manipulative little… sister, was my only lifeline. So, here I was, at the house. Mom had also given me an ultimatum to return home today or actually get disowned for real. I let out a frustrated hiss, a small act of rebellion against the inevitable, and pushed the front door open, and walked into the house.The familiar sounds of morning filtered through the house. The clinking of silverware, hushed conversations. I knew exactly what awaited me. The ritual of forced civility disguised as family breakfast. As I entered the dining room, the scene unfolded precisely as I had imagined it to be. My father, as always, was engrossed in hi
~ Gavin’s POV ~My head pounded against the mattress as I dived in head first. I couldn’t stop thinking about a certain stubborn little bunny called Logan. Just because we had an argument, he had refused to eat for three whole days, just to prove a fucking point. A stupid, reckless and almost fatal point. The memory of his pale face, when I found him passed out in his room churned in my gut. I knew I had messed up, royally. My usual tactics, the leverage, the veiled threats , they had backfired spectacularly which almost maybe made him almost lose his life. Imagine if I hadn’t gone back that day, what would have happened? I couldn’t bring myself to imagine it. And the worst part? A tiny, shameful voice whispered that I deserved it. I deserved to lose him forever.I shifted, resting my head on my hands, staring blankly at the ceiling. Logan’s words after we got back from the hospital couldn’t stop echoing in my mind. “If you really want to date me, then come over once in a while.
The warmth I was feeling right now from the body pressed against mine was a pleasant surprise. A deep comforting heat that seeped into my bones, chasing away the lingering chill of… what? I couldn't quite place it. The feeling was familiar, though. Like a half remembered dream or memory. I snuggled closer, a small smile tugging at my lips. It was the kind of warmth that reminded me of… my mom. Her soft body pressed against mine, the gentle weight of her arm draped across my back when I was still a kid. She would hold me like that all night, a constant, reassuring presence in the darkness that clouded our lives back then. I clung to the warmth beside me now, seeking that same comfort I used to feel. But something was… off. It wasn't quite the same. The texture, for one. Mom was… softer. This was firmer, harder and more… defined. And the smell. Mom always smelled of lavender and something faintly sweet, like warm milk and honey. This was different. Sharper. More… masculi
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,
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
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
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
~ 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