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His Sworn Enemy; His Deepest Desire Twenty
William's POV My entire face felt soaked in perspiration and moving my tongue was easily one of the most difficult things I had done all through today, still I tried to focus my attention on Caleb, his form swirling in front of me. I tried to reach out to touch him, just to be sure that he was real, and tumbled forward. I was propped back up. Caleb’s smell hadn’t changed either. I wanted to vomit. “It’s alright,” he said sweetly. “I’ve got you.” “Unhand me,” I muttered with a leaden tongue. “What was that?” “Unhand me,” I said more forcibly. “I’m fine.” I imagine that Caleb must have pouted like he was so used to and given me a look. “William, you are anything but fine. I don’t even know who told you to come here in the first place, trying to drown your sorrows? You’re a lightweight and you’ve consumed so much already. You’re not fine.” His words pierced my head like thumbtacks, but they brought along some needed clarity. Not much, but enough to focus if I really trie
Last Updated : 2024-11-30His Sworn Enemy; His Deepest Desire Twenty- One
William's POV I went straight to my room and tossed myself onto the bed, rubbing at my eyes. I had no idea what was going on. There was so much I could not wrap my head around, with Tristan, with Caleb… I was completely lost, but for now, all I could do was sleep until much later in the day when I woke up, took a shower and decided to see Adrian. But on second thought, I decided to call him instead. He answered on the second ring. “William,” he said flatly causing a lump to form in my throat. I had not really thought about how I was going to broach this topic with him. “Hey, Adrian,” I said. “How’s it going with you?” “Could be better.” “Right.” “And work?” There was silence on the other end, the duration of which I felt like stabbing myself several times in the head. How could I have forgotten that he was no longer working at the company? Tristan had fired him, after all. Because of me. “Listen, Adrian, I’m sorry. I know I’ve apologized before about the entire thin
Last Updated : 2024-11-30His Sworn Enemy; His Deepest Desire Twenty-Two
William's POV This had to be a joke! “Because the work I’ve suffered to do has suddenly been made obsolete? You’re absolutely right, Tristan. I’m flipping excited. Look at me giggling and chasing my own tail around goofily.” Tristan put the pen down and pointed at me. “You’re an idiot, William. You should already know this by now, but since you require me to spell it out for you, you don’t need to work on any of those old projects again. Including the ones that you had to redo. I’ve scrapped them all.” “Why?” “Because they were just fine the first time that you sent them. And now you don’t have to do any more work on them.” I stared into his eyes and he stared into mine. The room was charged with something I couldn’t place. Understanding slowly filtered in. “You cancelled the other jobs… you didn’t want me to do extra work.” He scoffed and stood from his chair. “I know you like grunt work, William. You want to feel like you’re useful. Like you’re doing something. But you
Last Updated : 2024-11-30His Sworn Enemy; His Deepest Desire Twenty-Three
William's POV He reeled back, hand to his lips. There was no blood, but of course he was going to be dramatic about everything. “You hit me.” “I’m going to do a lot more than that if you don’t start talking. How many more times do I have to tell you to leave me the hell alone, Caleb?! Are you suddenly retarded?” “I’ve been trying to speak with you for God knows how long now, William! You don’t give me a chance. I call, I send text messages… you don’t even want me to open my mouth at all.” “I want you to leave me alone, Caleb. I don’t want to talk with you because you never listen. All you want to do is what you think you should do. You don’t ever listen.” “I listen.” He said, scandalized. “No, you don’t! You’re not listening even right now. You’re only interested in whatever you have to say, but you don’t understand. I don’t want you, Caleb. I don’t want to have anything to do with you anymore. Is that so difficult to understand?” He stepped away from me, opening and closing hi
Last Updated : 2024-12-07His Sworn Enemy; His Deepest Desire Twenty-Four
William's POV It was dark when I finally got back home, and feeling a mix of anger and stress, I collapsed unceremoniously onto my bed. I exhaled for a long time, my eyes closed as I tried to even my breathing. I had not meant to cuss in the middle of the road, but the minute I took in the mangled metal that was supposed to be the driver’s door of my car, all of the frustration from the time when Caleb had shown up at the office came to the fore, and I shouted loud enough for a pew passersby on the pedestrian walk to give me funny looks. It was horrible. It was so horrible. The gash on the side of the car was not going to buff out easily, I knew, but where the heck was I going to be able to repair the door of the car, especially now that it was almost sundown? At the very least, no one would see me clearly, driving around in the heinous atrocity that was now my car, but oh, it was going to be such a difficult thing. I wondered if I was going to be able to haul the door into the
Last Updated : 2024-12-08His Sworn Enemy; His Deepest Desire Twenty-Five
William's POV After Adrian had left, I stayed outside staring at the direction his car had left in, wondering just what kind of game the universe was playing. It had been months since I broke up with Caleb and I wasn’t healing any easier from that. But oh, when things just started to look like they were beginning to get even remotely better or make any sense at all, Tristan steps into the play. My father and the weight of Bracknell Inc. on my neck wasn’t enough burden apparently, but then there was also my family honor and the little matter of my dignity. And then Adrian stepped in. That’s three men already and I haven’t even had the chance to gulp in a proper breath of air into my lungs. I sighed tiredly and begin to walk back to the house. I didn’t know that I could deal with things much longer. I could not say or know how much longer I could stand this torturous ordeal until I broke down and snapped and gave everybody a piece of my mind. My father was hardly ever home. As CEO
Last Updated : 2024-12-09His Sworn Enemy; His Deepest Desire Twenty-Six
“Tristan” Was the only word I could manage after gawking for what felt like eternity. I was really playing it smooth.Tristan stood up to his full height. He had been standing before, but it felt like he’d made himself smaller somewhat, just so he could enter the office and speak with me.All at once, I was both angry and amused.I wondered if he did this every time, with everyone—showing off.“I’ve been expecting you in since morning.” He said.I looked at him flatly and the documents in my hand. “I didn’t come in today. I just wanted to grab some more files and see how much more work I could get done.”“Forever industrious,” said Tristan, slinging an arm casually around my neck. “See, this is why I love you, William. You just go full steam ahead without needing directions or validation from anyone.”Gingerly, I took his hand away from my shoulders, trying not to focus on the fact that he had just said he loved me. Again.I chucked it up to casual talk. Endearment in modern context w
Last Updated : 2024-12-10His Sworn Enemy; His Deepest Desire Twenty- seven
William's POV“Caleb.” I repeated the words, because the first time, it had sounded like something that life could still be given to. This time, I squeezed the words out as if I could also wring the neck of the owner of that name.“How did the hell—?”“You keep pushing me away, William. I told you I love you. I’m going to keep on doing everything in my power to make this work. Won’t you give me another chan—”I cut the call and slammed on the steering so that the car honked.I groaned and held the wheel with both hands, eyes closed tightly. When was I going to wake up from this nightmare?I had blocked Caleb. I had blocked his number because that had been the last straw. I had long since unfollowed and then blocked him on all of my social media accounts, and even gotten him removed from my mailing list.And he’d gone right ahead to call me with a different line. Somehow, he seemed to have stocked himself up with a small arsenal of phones, mobile devices…My phone was ringing again. I
Last Updated : 2024-12-11
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His Sworn Enemy; His Deepest Desire Sixty-Seven
Tristan and I fucked a few more times that night, with each time being more powerful than the last. If I closed my eyes, I could feel the bulge of Tristan’s muscles atop me as we contorted and writhed and danced, his beautiful face so delightfully drawn in pleasure.But it wasn’t nearly enough, and I knew that I had not really gotten to him at all. Not in the way that I wanted.I suppose I knew in the way his eyes still hard that dark hunger, his blatant desire made evident by his still hard cock, even after I’d blown him again and allowed him to fuck me to his heart’s content. But with all of the sweaty energy that Tristan had brought—a delight in bed and an explosive maker of love, I could still feel him withdrawn from me, just like his cock after he’d pulled out.For a time, I stayed silent on the bed, my chest rising and falling in sync, as I pretended to be asleep. It was not difficult to pretend to be asleep, seeing how many times we had gone already, and my stamina was nothing
His Sworn Enemy; His Deepest Desire Sixty-Six
I moved to him without thinking, his arms long and familiar and inviting.I made him rise with me, holding him in place as our arms locked. I could perceive the fragrance of is skin—the lingering notes of perfume that had been weaved into him when the makeup team must have given him their makeover. I could see the bright flecks of gold in his hair up close.I inhaled hungrily.My arms tightened around his back as I tried to pull him into me. I needed comfort. I needed life and warmth… I needed him.I felt like I was drowning and the ground had been taken out from under me, but in William’s arms, I felt like everything was going to be alright, like he could right me, hold me…I closed my mind to the hurt of the memory. I didn’t need him. I didn’t need anyone. This was something I had to do on my own. Terra Corporation was mine. I worked for it. I built it with my sweat and blood and toil. Even after my father—I closed my eyes and exhaled deeply.“Tristan,” William’s voice cut through
His Sworn Enemy; His Deepest Desire Sixty-Five
“Adelstein,” I said once I got out of the elevator. I had no time for small talk. He had pulled me out of my date with William. “What’s going on?” The man on the other end of the room, reclining lazily with a flute of wine in his hand swirled the glass some more, then his face broke into an almost genial smile. “Tristan,” he said languidly. “I thought you wouldn’t make it. Good to see that you still take some things seriously—like business. I had a feeling that you were beginning to lose your grip.” His tone was neutral, but his insult was glaring, the threat in his words potent. I tried to compose my mask of calm, of indifference, but I was getting too annoyed. “What’s this all about? We were this close to closing a contract. It’s beneficial to you; it’s beneficial for us. Why are you pulling out now?” Adelstein was silent for a while as he sniffed at his wine. “You know, Tristan, I like you. I like your business mind. Li
His Sworn Enemy; His Deepest Desire Sixty-Four
My teeth grated until I wanted to squeeze the phone in my hand. Not even William’s hand, trying to run circles around my chest, my crotch, could keep me calm right now.“Forgive me, William,” I said through clenched teeth. “Adam, what’s the closest rendezvous point?”Immediately, I felt the tension between us change, become something far weightier with less substance. Fuck.I hated that I had to do this.Adam’s voice was smooth and toned as usual. “Closest is about half a mile.”“Have a car meet us at the next one. You’re driving me out.”I was pulling my clothes out under me, straightening everything again, the swearing just on the top of my lips. William was silent for a while, but I knew that he was keeping his distance. And to think that all the progress I had made so far…“Something wrong?” William asked finally, his voice small and tentative. I hated myself once more for having to do this.“It’s nothing for you to worry about. I just… I’m sorry, William. Something came up and I
His Sworn Enemy; His Deepest Desire Sixty-Three
Tristan’s hand was warm in mine as he held my fingers first, then guiding it to the small of my back. I forced my mind to concentrate on the simple action of breathing steady in and out. If I didn’t, I wasn’t sure that I would be able to control myself. I would abandon all reason and simply jump atop Tristan and beg him with tears in my eyes, fumbling for the zipper of his pants.“Fuck me, Tristan! Make love to me, goddamnit!”But Tristan only smiled at me. A beautiful thing that showed off the impossible brilliance of his perfect strong white teeth. There was no way that those were natural. No single person on Earth could have been born so beautiful—so perfect.And yet, Tristan did not fade from my gaze, even as he helped me to sit at a table for two, his hands simply sliding across the expanse of my back, like a promise, like something more… lingering before it tapered off at the back of my elbow and then like a fleeting kiss, running gently along the sleeve of my suit.I exhaled au
His Sworn Enemy; His Deepest Desire Sixty-Two
“Hey, Adam,” I said as I met him. His smile was more for my benefit than anything.“William. Heard from a little birdie you’re flying out on a date tonight.”“Yeah,” I said tiredly. Then realized that I had just confirmed… “Oh, God, I think I’m going to be sick.”“You’ll be fine,” said Adam in his calming voice. “Jitters is all. Happens to the best of us.”“I hope so,” I confessed as Adam got into the driver’s seat and closed the door. “I really want things to work out between Tristan and I.”Adam chuckled. “Now I wish my wife had been half-devoted.”Adam pulled the car out of the drive-through and turned us in the direction of Tristan’s home, his eyes never once leaving the road. A singular-minded focus that I could appreciate, Adam’s hands were steady on the steering wheel as he rounded the car past potholes and other vehicles.“Adam, you don’t think things between Tristan and I are going to work out, do you?”My voice was small, even to my hearing, but Adam did not take his eyes of
His Sworn Enemy; His Deepest Desire Sixty-One
When I stepped into Tristan’s office, he was standing just in front of his desk. I tried and failed to hide my surprise.“Tristan.” I swallowed. “You sent for me.”“I did?” A pause. Then… “I did. These are for you.”Like magic, Tristan produced a bouquet of flowers from behind him, holding them in a way that showed that he had been holding them in that position for a while, waiting for me to arrive. I edged closer to his gift.It was simply beautiful, and that was the only word I could have used to describe it. It was an assortment of different flowers—those I knew and those I could only hope to. There were lilies and roses and chrysanthemums, and tulips and oh so many colors and smells that somehow combined to form one beautiful mélange, the most beautiful thing anyone had given me yet.The fragrance flooded my senses and a warmth suffused my chest.“Tristan,” I said with emotion, “they’re beautiful.”“You’re beautiful,” was his simple reply. Despite myself, I gave him a look.“I did
His Sworn Enemy; His Deepest Desire Sixty
I had done it again, the exact same thing that I had done when I was trying to mico-manage the Caleb incident, except this time, I didn’t know for sure that I would have the opportunity to explain myself, or for grace to prevail.I typed quickly on my computer, replying to the mail notification that I had gotten on my phone. And then I waited, my legs tense, feet tapping a nervous rhythm on the floor.I waited. The seconds trickled, sweat beaded on my brows. I adjusted my collar, the air conditioning suddenly seeming inefficient.I stretched my fingers, waiting. A small whine escaped from my lips.Suddenly, the ringing of my phone pierced the air. I snatched the phone up a second later, my lips already poised to blow out a string of words into the receiver on the other end of the call.“Ellie, I’m so sorry—”“Way to turn off the world, Bubba,” she said in a singsong voice that sounded exactly like the voice she used to threaten me when we younger. “You’re really making me consider fin
His Sworn Enemy; His Deepest Desire Fifty-Nine
I looked to Tristan, saw the sincerity in his eyes and just how much emotion had been wrapped in his words, and I felt something in my chest for this man. I gave him a gentle smile and stepped away from the door, moving to his side.“Of course.”Dinner was brought up to us, and I was glad that the house staff had taken into consideration the fact that I had also not eaten. It was a light dinner, but a full spread nonetheless, and I found myself digging into the food with such hearty lightness that I had not felt in a few days now.“Don’t leave,” Tristan murmured after a spoonful of soup.I looked up at him. We were seated on the bed, beside each other as we ate from the singular table before us.“I know you want to,” Tristan continued. “Don’t. Stay here tonight. Stay here every night.”“Tristan—”“Don’t argue. You’ve got nowhere else to go, and you’d be plain out of your mind if you think I’m going to let you go back to that ratty motel.”I hadn’t even been thinking of going back to t
