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
"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
My entire body ached. Not in a bad way exactly, but like I had been run through a particularly delightful marathon. A heavy arm rested across my waist possessively, and the lingering scent of his skin..smelt so damn good. An involuntary smile tugged at my lips as I snuggled closer, burying my face in the crook of his neck, and he responded in kind, pulling me tighter into him.He was muttering something in his sleep, I opened my eyes, trying to hear the words he was saying. He was still deeply asleep, his face relaxed, but his brows were furrowed like he wasn’t having a not so pleasant dream. I strained to hear, but only got one syllable, "Gan," repeated over and over. What was he mumbling about? Gently, I reached out and touched his shoulder, trying to ease him.His eyes snapped open, and for a fleeting moment, I saw shock register on his face. Then, just as quickly, it morphed into something cold and hard, a look of pure irritation. Then he shove me hard instantly, sending me sprawl
"It's me, Alexander."A frown graced my face immediately. Why the hell would Alexander?... I pulled the phone away from my ear, staring at the screen like it was a hallucination. Just to be sure, I brought it back to my ear. "How did you get my number?" I asked completely surprised."It's not hard to find out such things," he paused, "If I want to."I rolled my eyes. "Look, I'm not in the mood for your rich boy drama okay, I'm going to hang up." I hissed totally unimpressed."I'm outside your door," he said, cutting me off.My hand froze immediately. “What? You're definitely joking right?” I gave a small disbelieving laugh. Logan said he was going to his place tonight so there’s definitely no way he was outside my house.He took a breath, then there was a slight rustle on the other end of the line. "Your front porch is painted a faded teal. The number on your door is 21B." He narrated.My eyes widened he shock. He was here. He was actually here."Open the door Peter. I need to talk t
I felt extremely restless as sleep suddenly felt like a luxury. I tossed and turned on the bed, the sheets tangling around me. What the hell was I even doing? That damned Alexandra had only recently entered my life, and already, he was throwing it into disarray. The night before, and tonight... it shouldn't have happened. I knew Alexander didn't have any genuine affection for me. I was sure I felt the same way too. But yet, there was an ache, a strange mix of hurt, jealousy, and possessiveness, warring inside me. I couldn't understand my emotions myself.~~~~~~~It was barely dawn and I hadn't slept a wink at all. I was tired but just couldn’t sleep. I dragged myself out of bed, and decided to shower and get ready for work. At least I’d be early this time. As I dressed up, my eyes caught a glimpse of a crimson mark on my neck in the mirror. I touched the spot carefully, the spot Alex had marked last night. I frowned immediately as I quickly buttoned my shirt, concealing the mark benea
This annoying piece....He’d actually come. And there was this infuriating smug smirk playing on his sexy lips, and I found myself momentarily speechless. What the hell was he thinking in that head of his?Logan peeked forward and saw Alexander, "What are you doing here?" he asked completely surprised as well and I lowered my gaze instantly.Alexander shifted his eyes to Logan too. "I told you I was coming, didn’t I?" he replied casually.I moved my focus to the ground, because I was unsure whether to go back or just stand around. But one thing was clear, I wanted to be no where near Alex. At least for the time being since I’m still very much confused about this whole emotional stuff that’s happening with me."Were you going to lunch?" He asked Logan. "I can take you.""Oh, I was actually already going with Peter," Logan said completely unaware of the tension passing between Alex and I."Actually," I interjected, my voice betraying my nervousness, "you can go with him. I’m not hungry a
I take a swing of beer and the sting was nothing compared to the burn of anger I was feeling in my chest. I swirled the golden liquid in my hand as the memory of this afternoon's chaotic lunch replayed in my mind. The sheer audacity of Alexander, showing up like a possessive brute, and his blatant affection for Logan on full display right in front of my face made my blood boil. I felt... I felt terribly jealous, even though it was a feeling I had no right to. I reminded myself of that. I was simply an outsider when it comes to Logan and Alexander’s relationship.I downed the rest of my beer in one long gulp, the bitter taste was a reflection of my mood. I had deliberately chosen this dive bar, it was very different from the elegance of Ignito, but I came all the way here even though it was at the other side of town just because I wanted to avoid any chances of running into Alexander. "Need another?" The bartender grinned at me. He was tall and handsome with grey slate eyes that coul
~ 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
~ 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