~ Logan’s POV ~The past week had been a slow, agonizing burn. Not for me though, but for Peter. I could see the cracks in his carefully constructed facade, the way his focus drifted during meetings, the forced smiles that didn’t quite reach his eyes. He tried to play it cool, act like everything was normal, but I saw the truth in his side eyes. Alex wasn’t any better. I had promised to help these two hopeless romantic because it was getting depressing at this point.As for my relationship with Gavin… well, that was a whole other level of complicated. We were… progressing. That’s the polite way to put it. His family though was really lovely. They always invited me to family dinner and Gavin’s mom always tried to feed me. It was cute and wholesome. I always made sure to drag Gavin along, of course. It was a weird mix of comfort and tension. But there was still a dark cloud hanging over our relationship. The share thing still bothered me so much, but it was like a bubble floating in th
Who the hell...? I glanced around the car, as I couldn’t get the feeling of being watched out of my mind. The sudden thunk of the car door opening jolted me. Gavin slid into the driver's seat, his presence filling the small space. My breath hitched. "Jesus! Gavin," I muttered, my voice tight.He looked at me, his eyebrows arched. "You okay? You look like you've seen a ghost." His eyes were sharp as he observed me.I forced a smile, my fingers instinctively turning off the phone screen. "Yeah I’m fine. I was just... thinking." I lied. He was still staring at me so I changed the topic. "What did that guy say?"Gavin sighed, "It was a family emergency. He said his kid had to pee, like, right then. So he parked right in the middle of the damn road.""I hope you didn’t tell him off?” I asked as I watched his brows furrow.He chuckled lightly , "I gave him a piece of my mind first. Then told him not to pull that stunt again. People also have places to go you know. You can’t stop traffic li
My hands trembled as the phone dropped from my hand and the screen shattered to pieces as it hit the cold marble floor, hard.Peter’s eyes snapped to mine instantly. He was across the room in a heartbeat, his hands closing around my shaking ones. “Logan what happened? What was that call about?” he sounded so panicked as his eyes searched mine.“Nothing,” I mumbled, my voice a rough rasp, and I tried to pull my hands away. I bent to retrieve the shattered phone, the sharp edges digging into my palm. “I just mistakenly… dropped it.”“Dropped it? Like that?” Peter’s voice was sharp and completely disbelieving. He gave me that hard, penetrating look he reserved for when he knew I was lying, the one that made me feel like a kid caught stealing cookies from the cookie jar on the top shelf. “That wasn’t just ‘dropping it’ Logan. You looked like you had seen a ghost.”I sighed feeling so pressured. I looked up at him, my eyes burning. “I’m sorry I was lying.”“Well I got that part obviously!
The prickling sensation on the back of my neck intensified as I slowly turned around, the silence stretching out like a drawn bowstring, with the arrow about to be released. But before I could complete the rotation, before I could confirm the presence of whatever was lurking behind me, the blare of a car horn startled the hell out of me. I was practically jumping on my heels at the sound.I whipped my head around, my heart hammering against my ribs, but then relief flooded through me. It was Gavin's car, its headlights cutting through the dim light. I let out a shaky breath and quickly walked over, my footsteps echoing with my hurried steps.I opened the car door and slid inside carefully.Gavin gave me a searching look, his brow furrowed with concern. "You okay?" he asked, "You looked terrified when I honked. Did something happen?" He shifted closer.I forced a laugh, trying to brush off the lingering fear. "Yeah I'm fine. I’m just a bit jumpy, being alone in the parking lot was...yo
“It’s a surprise,” he smirked.I couldn't help but raise a skeptical eyebrow. "A blindfold? Is that really necessary for a date?" I asked, a hint of amusement in my voice.Before Gavin could answer, Peter swooped in like a dramatic superhero, snatching the blindfold from Gavin's hand. He turned to me, "Trust Gavin a little Logan," he said, a warm smile gracing his lips as he gently placed the soft fabric over my eyes, plunging me into darkness.Now all I could hear were their voices. "Take care of him Gavin," Peter said, his tone suddenly softer. Then I felt a hand on my arm, and Gavin’s voice, close and warm, whispered, "I've got you. I'll lead the way."Slowly, I followed his guidance, my hand instinctively reaching for his. He carefully steered me out of the house, down the porch steps, and then gently helped me into the car, making sure my seatbelt was securely fastened. I heard his door open and close as he slid into the driver's seat, then he started the engine and he started
I stuttered. “My… shares?” I was genuinely surprised that he had it with him. Was he taking more shares again? It can’t be. “I don’t… I don’t understand.” I said completely confused.Gavin simply offered a small, almost hesitant smile and extended the document further. I took it, my fingers brushing against his. I unfolded it, my eyes scanning the content. My breath hitched as I read the whole content of the first page. I blinked, once, twice, trying to make sense of it. “Gavin,” I began, my voice thick with disbelief, “are you… are you serious about this? About giving me all my shares back?”He nodded, his gaze steady and sincere. “Turn the page Logan.”My fingers trembled slightly as I flipped the document. The next page detailed the transfer of ownership, not just of the shares, but of the entirety of my inheritance, the properties, the assets, every damn thing that Pierce owned. My jaw dropped. It was a complete and unconditional handover. It was… everything.Words failed me. A
Gavin’s gaze was unwavering, locked onto mine with a depth I hadn’t fully comprehended before. He shifted closer, his hands still warm and firm on my waist, drawing me nearer to him. “Do you… do you want to?” he asked, his voice a low murmur, laced with a vulnerability I rarely heard. He seemed...scared. Afraid that I would say no.I was however thinking deeply about his question. Moving in together was also a huge step, but this… this was the ultimate commitment, we were going to be intertwining our entire lives forever. Thinking about it felt like a beautiful terror.I must have been silent for too long. I saw fear in Gavin’s eyes, a shadow of doubt that mirrored the confusion in me. His grip on my waist tightened. “If you don’t want to,” he began, his voice a little rougher now, “I understand. It’s… it’s a lot, and I..”“Yes.” The word burst out of me, a surprised gasp that cut through his hesitant sentence.Gavin blinked, his expression shifting from fear to utter disbelief. He s
~ Peter’s POV ~My grin was practically splitting my face as I listened to Logan. “I’m so happy for you really.” I said with pure joy.Then, a shuffling sound came through the speaker, followed by a possessive voice that could only belong to Gavin. “Peter,” he said, “You’ve had your moment. Now you are not to disturb us for the rest of the night. Understood?” And just like that, the line went dead.I chuckled, shaking my head. Oh, I knew exactly what Gavin was planning. The man had been practically vibrating with suppressed romantic energy ever since he had bought those rings, which I helped him pick by the way. He was about to buy a gigantic diamond stone instead. Ugh! Such a clueless brute. A slow smile spread across my face as I placed my phone on the counter and turned my attention back to the set table.Alexander would be here any minute for dinner. I had kept dinner light, knowing Alex wasn’t a fan of anything too heavy after a long day at work. The aroma of my food filled the
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
~ Logan’s POV ~It’s been three glorious weeks since I said yes to Gavin’s proposal. It still felt like a dream, a beautiful fantasy I was afraid to wake up from. It was the happiest I had ever been, a feeling so profound it sometimes felt like my chest would burst with it.Meeting his parents had been another milestone we had crossed, one I had approached with a stomach full of nervous butterflies. I knew they approved of our relationship, but marriage was a different matter. Especially since we are both guys, and not everyone is okay with it. They are a big family with a big reputation, so I kind of had my own fears. But the moment his mother had enveloped me in a tight hug, all of my anxieties had melted away with her embrace . “Finally,” she declared, squeezing my hand, “a son who isn’t a complete blockhead!” she smiled so widely.Lily chimed in with a mischievous grin, “Honestly, I always wanted Logan to be my brother, not you Gavin. You marrying him is the best decision you ha
“We can finally live the life we deserve Peter.” Her voice pricked at my ear drums.Her touch felt like a violent burn, as if I had grasped hot metal. I recoiled instantly, yanking my hand away with an irritated expression. I could feel my skin crawl and itch all at the same time. My heart was the worst. It was like it wanted to combust. “Peter?” she said surprised. “Are you alright?” She reached out again, her brow furrowed, but instinct took over as I slapped her hand away, the force of it surprising even myself. “Don’t touch me,” I choked out, the words laced with a fear I didn’t understand.Alex, who had been a silent all this while, reacted instantly as his hands settled lightly on my shoulders, to reassure me that he was here and I at least still had an ally.Her breath hitched, it came out ragged and uneven. “Peter, why are you… why are you reacting like this?” Her eyes, the same shade of warm brown I remembered, now held shock and hurt.My jaw clenched so tight it ached and
“Peter,” she called out to ne. I blinked rapidly, trying to dispel the image I saw in front of me, desperately trying to convince myself it was a cruel trick of the morning light.“I… I don’t know who you are,” I stammered, “You must have the wrong person.” I started to walk away, my steps shaky and uneven, desperate to put distance between us, between her and the fragile peace I had managed to build.“Son, please… please just listen to me.” Her voice, though softer now, still carried that sickening tone.The words from her mouth made my skin crawl. Son? My blood boiled, a sudden, violent surge of anger suppressing the fear. I spun around, my eyes blazing as my chest heaved. “Don’t you ever call me that!” My voice was raw, laced with years of buried resentment and pure hate. “My mother is dead. She died the day she walked out of the door and never looked back. Go find your own son.” I spat.She took a step closer, her hand reaching for mine again. The contact, even the anticipation o
~ Peter’s POV ~My grin was practically splitting my face as I listened to Logan. “I’m so happy for you really.” I said with pure joy.Then, a shuffling sound came through the speaker, followed by a possessive voice that could only belong to Gavin. “Peter,” he said, “You’ve had your moment. Now you are not to disturb us for the rest of the night. Understood?” And just like that, the line went dead.I chuckled, shaking my head. Oh, I knew exactly what Gavin was planning. The man had been practically vibrating with suppressed romantic energy ever since he had bought those rings, which I helped him pick by the way. He was about to buy a gigantic diamond stone instead. Ugh! Such a clueless brute. A slow smile spread across my face as I placed my phone on the counter and turned my attention back to the set table.Alexander would be here any minute for dinner. I had kept dinner light, knowing Alex wasn’t a fan of anything too heavy after a long day at work. The aroma of my food filled the
Gavin’s gaze was unwavering, locked onto mine with a depth I hadn’t fully comprehended before. He shifted closer, his hands still warm and firm on my waist, drawing me nearer to him. “Do you… do you want to?” he asked, his voice a low murmur, laced with a vulnerability I rarely heard. He seemed...scared. Afraid that I would say no.I was however thinking deeply about his question. Moving in together was also a huge step, but this… this was the ultimate commitment, we were going to be intertwining our entire lives forever. Thinking about it felt like a beautiful terror.I must have been silent for too long. I saw fear in Gavin’s eyes, a shadow of doubt that mirrored the confusion in me. His grip on my waist tightened. “If you don’t want to,” he began, his voice a little rougher now, “I understand. It’s… it’s a lot, and I..”“Yes.” The word burst out of me, a surprised gasp that cut through his hesitant sentence.Gavin blinked, his expression shifting from fear to utter disbelief. He s
I stuttered. “My… shares?” I was genuinely surprised that he had it with him. Was he taking more shares again? It can’t be. “I don’t… I don’t understand.” I said completely confused.Gavin simply offered a small, almost hesitant smile and extended the document further. I took it, my fingers brushing against his. I unfolded it, my eyes scanning the content. My breath hitched as I read the whole content of the first page. I blinked, once, twice, trying to make sense of it. “Gavin,” I began, my voice thick with disbelief, “are you… are you serious about this? About giving me all my shares back?”He nodded, his gaze steady and sincere. “Turn the page Logan.”My fingers trembled slightly as I flipped the document. The next page detailed the transfer of ownership, not just of the shares, but of the entirety of my inheritance, the properties, the assets, every damn thing that Pierce owned. My jaw dropped. It was a complete and unconditional handover. It was… everything.Words failed me. A
“It’s a surprise,” he smirked.I couldn't help but raise a skeptical eyebrow. "A blindfold? Is that really necessary for a date?" I asked, a hint of amusement in my voice.Before Gavin could answer, Peter swooped in like a dramatic superhero, snatching the blindfold from Gavin's hand. He turned to me, "Trust Gavin a little Logan," he said, a warm smile gracing his lips as he gently placed the soft fabric over my eyes, plunging me into darkness.Now all I could hear were their voices. "Take care of him Gavin," Peter said, his tone suddenly softer. Then I felt a hand on my arm, and Gavin’s voice, close and warm, whispered, "I've got you. I'll lead the way."Slowly, I followed his guidance, my hand instinctively reaching for his. He carefully steered me out of the house, down the porch steps, and then gently helped me into the car, making sure my seatbelt was securely fastened. I heard his door open and close as he slid into the driver's seat, then he started the engine and he started