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His Sworn Enemy; His Deepest Desire Sixty-Eight
Everything looked and smelled like something that was been used, so I took that as the first sign that it was good to be here.I walked in and closed the doors behind me.The building was expansive, considering that houses in this city were normally not so, and when they were, they were usually expensive. Polished wooden floors that were worn in some places and the smell of humans and activity.I stood for a while, admiring and absorbing everything in my mind, trying to imagine what it would be like to come here. Maybe there were yoga mats here and then dumbbells, a treadmill, several benches because there would definitely need to be benching and bending over done here.A wonky smile crossed my face at that thought. I could imagine some ridiculously hot trainer with the bod of a fucking superstar asking me to bend over and do pilates.“Hi there!” A cheery voice piped into my short foray into fantasizing. I fumbled my eyes open, the smile vanishing quickly. She was a short woman with a
Last Updated : 2025-01-18His Sworn Enemy; His Deepest Desire Sixty-Nine
The weekend breezed through so quickly that it was as though I hadn’t even gone to the gym on Saturday at all. It seemed like a distant memory in my head that I couldn’t place save for the fact that I still had the pamphlet fro the gym. I turned it over in my hand now.“Good Lord almighty.”I turned to Alexa who was twisting the corners of her mouth into what should have been a frown, except that it felt more judgy.“What?”“How long are you going to look at that thing for?” She asked. I sighed and turned it over again.“I’m not actually sure.”“That explains why you have it. I’ll let you know whenever I’m in dilemma. See if you can help me mull it over with your wonderful powers of indecision.”I shifted in my chair. “I’m not indecisive, I just… it’s a big decision, you know. One does not simply wake up and go to a gym.”Alexa groaned. “Jesus, William. That’s exactly what one does do. You think anybody actually wants to be fit?”“Yes?”“No. No one does. Exercise is grueling work and
Last Updated : 2025-01-19His Sworn Enemy; His Deepest Desire Seventy
This week, I thought.That must have been around the time that Tristan started to act cold and different to the entire world. He had returned from that meeting with whoever, wherever, and he had had that detached but affectedly cool demeanor.Had he been in a meeting with Adelstein? I thought that he had, because that would be the only reasonable explanation as to why he suddenly came back from our date which had gone wonderfully in my opinion, and then he had that distant look in his eyes.All through the rest of the meeting, I was in a fugue state, not really hearing what was being said or the strategies that were being implemented. I just nodded along whenever people nodded and then that was it. The meeting was over.I walked back to the elevator car, oblivious of my surroundings. I could hear the din of chatter of the other people on the team as they discussed more effective strategies, or so I supposed that they did. But I couldn’t think straight.“You’ll get the related files la
Last Updated : 2025-01-20His Sworn Enemy; His Deepest Desire Seventy-One
Adam was standing out there in the centre of the entrance that led to the office, a gleaming white car behind him. He stood straighter as he saw me come out of the office, his face inscrutable even as he gave me a small nod, but that was not what made me stare slack-jawed.It was the sight of the little roses, trailing one by one from the door of the entrance all the way to the white car bedecked with a large bow.My heart broke and I just stood, staring. At the flowers, at Adam in his impossibly white suit and dark glasses, at the white car with the bow atop it, at the flowers…People were starting to come out of the office, pooling around me in a gentle crescent. The murmurs started first, then sighs and gasps and dramatic swooning fits by the ladies. I turned once to look at them, caught them staring and knew that they knew exactly who it was that had done all this. And then I turned forward again, face low and blushing furiously as their applause began.“Alright! That’s how you do
Last Updated : 2025-01-21His Sworn Enemy; His Deepest Desire Seventy-Two
“I know about Adelstein.” Almost immediately, all the good-natured air around us disappeared, replaced instead by something cool, frosty even, and tenable. Like a mood on the verge of breaking. Tristan’s gaze was straight when he looked at me. He slowly brought his fork to his plate. “Do you?” He asked calmly. “I heard all about it from the other employees. Tristan, you didn’t even bother to let me know that people were pulling out because you’re gay.” I hissed the last word out so that it sounded like the compressed air coming out of a squeezed canister. I looked around, trying to be certain that no one had heard—that no one was watching. Tristan was being open in a place like this, but there was still the off-chance that there was some obnoxious person with a blatant disregard for privacy. I bent my head lower, my voice considerably silenced. “Tristan, I don’t like this Adelstein business.” Tristan’s tone was sharp. “It’s none of your business, William. Just leave it a
Last Updated : 2025-01-22His Sworn Enemy; His Deepest Desire Seventy
“I know about Adelstein.”Almost immediately, all the good-natured air around us disappeared, replaced instead by something cool, frosty even, and tenable. Like a mood on the verge of breaking. Tristan’s gaze was straight when he looked at me. He slowly brought his fork to his plate.“Do you?” He asked calmly.“I heard all about it from the other employees. Tristan, you didn’t even bother to let me know that people were pulling out because you’re gay.”I hissed the last word out so that it sounded like the compressed air coming out of a squeezed canister. I looked around, trying to be certain that no one had heard—that no one was watching. Tristan was being open in a place like this, but there was still the off-chance that there was some obnoxious person with a blatant disregard for privacy.I bent my head lower, my voice considerably silenced. “Tristan, I don’t like this Adelstein business.”Tristan’s tone was sharp. “It’s none of your business, William. Just leave it alone.”I was s
Last Updated : 2025-01-23His Sworn Enemy; His Deepest Desire Seventy-Two
I didn’t feel like talking at all. I wanted to sleep. My limbs were languid and felt like I was boiled noodles or an oil panting. My cock lay deflated against my inner thighs, gleaming with fresh semen.I groaned in response to Tristan’s words, but he seemed angry. His cock was still hard and twitching, angling, dipping in and out of a low bow like a lizard doing pumps.“William,” Tristan said. His voice was hard and clear. I hated that my body answered him without my permission.“I can’t, Tristan.” I cried. “Not right now.”“You will have to sit up, William. You’re the one who wanted to force this conversation.” His tone was hard, and I knew that he was punishing me for earlier, down in the restaurant. I knew that he was speaking this way to me because I had stood my ground against him, talking to him that way.But what I had said had been the absolute truth. Adelstein was a person that was in a class all by himself, from what I heard. He was easily bigger than any of the investors s
Last Updated : 2025-01-24His Sworn Enemy; His Deepest Desire Seventy-Three
The next few days were a flurry of activity. Tristan was holed up even more in his office, but even so, I was seeing an awful lot of him, even more than anyone could have said for themselves.A buzz hit my phone. I smiled and bit my lips as I picked up my phone and spun my chair around to read it. I knew without even looking that it was going to be Tristan. I wasn’t wrong.STUCK. NEED HELP. MY OFFICE.I grinned foolishly. He had been sending all manner of nonsense texts to me the past few days, even via email and sometimes, when I chose to ignore them, he called or sent Alexa to come get me.She’d come frowning one other time and slammed her hand on my desk, her eyes burning.“I swear to God, William, if you don’t answer Tristan’s calls the next time…”“I’m working, Alexa,” I said innocently. “Mr. Richmond knows this.”“On God, William, I will wring your neck if you make Tristan make me come get you again. And it’s really peeving, the fact that I can’t tell you not to get pregnant.”I
Last Updated : 2025-01-24
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My breath misted out in front of me as I moved, booted heels clopping against the cold interlocked streets of Paris. It was beautiful this time of year, and impossibly cold, too. I shivered slightly against the cold wind that blew again, hugging my tan trench coat around myself even tighter.I thought I heard someone—something familiar, and turned around, my breaths exhaling into the air with a cold imprecise clarity that frosted the air just in front of me. A picturesque view met my eyes.Pale-faced, fast-speaking French people who moved about, twisting and bowing their heads, nodding in conversation, shivering in the cold and folding their arms and stuffing them in their armpits, others cuddling and pretending they were in some cinematic effect, the tall hazy outline of the Eiffel tower in the background and the occasional honk of a car.I exhaled again and brought my gloved hands to my lips.“They don’t talk about how cold it is in Paris,” a voice said behind
His Sworn Enemy; His Deepest Desire Eighty-Five
I had thought so many times about what it would be like to meet my father again—to confront him about his homophobia and how many things I wanted to say. I had thought about apologizing, for my insensitive remarks and how I had hurt both him and Gran, and I had thought more recently about how he had been the person that Caleb had called… he had been the one to save me.My words choked in my throat, saliva and a thousand unsaid things bulging.“Dad—”“Shh,” he shook his head and stepped back. He motioned for me to come inside. I was shivering. I couldn’t tell if Tristan was right behind me or if I was walking alone. I just knew that I had to follow my father right now, and in we went, past the grand foyer and the waiting room, and then we were in the expansive hall where everyone was standing around in, their eyes swiveling to fix on me the minute I stepped in.Once again, I felt my throat clam up with emotion and the one thing I wanted to do was sink into the floor.There, the person
His Sworn Enemy; His Deepest Desire Eighty-Four
My head felt like a miniature sun was going off in it, imploding, exploding… way too loud and bright. All I could think of was the sound of meat crunching down a staircase and the sharp, clean break of bone… the strong metal scent of blood, and Tristan’s voice drilling into my ears as he crushed my bones in a hug.“You’re going to be alright, William. It’s alright. You’re going to be alright…”My eyes couldn’t leave the sight on the floor, Caleb on the floor, head bashed in terribly and bleeding, a woman that looked familiar to me, in cuffs, crying, “Caleb! Caleb, no!”Adam stepped into view, cutting off my vision.“Tristan,” he rushed to slip an arm under his boss. “You’re hurt?”“I’m fine,” Tristan brushed him away. He was still trying to keep me straight and hold me up. “William’s hurt bad. Can you get paramedic? Damn it, Adam, I’m fine. I’ll survive. It’s just a shoulder wound. Get the medics.”I zoned everything out. The million swarming cop cars and the cacophony of their wailin
His Sworn Enemy; His Deepest Desire Eighty-Three
My body felt like I’d been run over by a train. Everything hurt, and when I tried to grimace, the pain was worse.“Arggh,” I groaned in an attempt to stifle the pain. My face was instantly lit up by a scarring network of white-hot firing pain all over. Slowly, I brought my hand to my face. My nose was horribly disfigured and blood had crusted all over, making crunching noises as I tried to move my mouth.I spat something to the white floor, turning it a bloody mess. It seemed so surreal. I was here in this contained place with all of the white lights and sterile looking white floors, and everything bathed in white, and I was the one thing that was broken and bleeding.I touched a loose tooth in my mouth with my tongue. Caleb hadn’t even bothered to administer any anesthetics. No pain-killers, no meds, nothing.I looked up and there he was, staring bloodily at me. At the very least, I had done some serious damage to his face, too. His eye was still bruised and when he cocked a crooked
His Sworn Enemy; His Deepest Desire Eighty-Two
TRISTAN“What’s going to happen now?” Eric asked, his eyes puffy. He’d been rubbing his eyes with the heels of his palms and groaning into his palms until a few seconds ago. He looked utterly disheveled. How a man could become so reduced in a manner of moments, simply because the one he loved had been taken away…I understood it. But I didn’t want to allow myself to go down that path. All I could do right now was see how I could get to William. And Caleb. FAST.I couldn’t say that I knew much of my brother—I’d abandoned almost every single thing that tied me so that I could focus on running the company. Losing my father had not been easy—but if there was one thing I knew about Caleb, it was that he needed help. He was much too unstable to left alone by himself for too long.I was sad, and broken, but I was angry and that was good. Right now, I channeled that anger into a small stream that had me flexing my wrist in small movements. I was not going to lose focus of what needed to be d
His Sworn Enemy; His Deepest Desire Eighty-One
TRISTAN“Damnit.”I echoed, not for the umpteenth time that day. My thoughts were fixed solely on William. I still could not believe what had happened. All I could remember was the look on his face and how confused he had looked about everything, and the anger that I felt.To think that he’d taken that picture of me…I groaned and rubbed my hands over my face again. I could still feel the weight of Adelstein’s hand on my shoulder, patting me as he led me away from William.“It’s alright, my boy.” He’d said. “You did the right thing.”But it didn’t feel like the right thing at all. Not when I knew that William was being carted away to the police station where I knew that he would definitely spend some time sitting in that cell before bail could be made. If nothing else happened to him, then he would forever bear the guilt on his face, just how I betrayed him.No, I reprimanded myself. It had to be done.I was the CEO of Terra corporations. I was the man who made all of the difficult an
His Sworn Enemy; His Deepest Desire Eighty
“You look good—” Caleb said one day as he watched me eat. “—Better.”I frowned at him. At this point in time, I figured that I had been locked up here for at least five days. There was still no way for me to tell the time, and the white bulb was always turned on here, even when I slept. But I had been eating whatever Caleb brought, devouring it ravenously, and after some time, he no longer hit me. Only stopped and watched me eat.He was doing it right now.I said nothing. Ignoring him was the only way I could keep out the madness from encroaching and devouring my mind. So I ate in silence.“That’s chicken biryani and some lamb curry,” he pointed out rather stupidly. I already knew what I was eating. Did he think I lived at the bottom of a well? I just wasn’t especially fond of Indian cuisine because they were rather spicy. Now, seeing as I had no choice, I ate every single morsel of the well-seasoned food, taking my time and hoping that he would leave me alone.
His Sworn Enemy; His Deepest Desire Seventy-Nine
I didn’t know how much time had passed but I was tired and sitting at the foot of the bed by the time that Caleb came back to the small white room.“Wakey wakey,” he said as he poked his head up from the opening in the floor. He looked at me and frowned. Then he sighed and came fully into the room. The door shut behind him with an almost metallic sound.“William, you poor baby.” He made to touch me, but I shoved his hands away, breathing fire from my flaring nostrils. He looked at me with something akin to pity, then looked at the tray still on the bed, the untouched bowl of soup there.“You’re not doing either of us any favors by not eating, William.”I continued staring at him.“You have to eat something sometime. You think I want to be looking at you all stick-thin and undesirable? You’ve got to eat something. At the very least. Maybe you don’t want soup. Maybe you can tell me what you want to eat.”He drew closer, eyes shining, “If I remember correctly, you’ve never said no to a f
His Sworn Enemy; His Deepest Desire Seventy-Eight
I tumbled through unconsciousness.It was so different from sleeping. This time, it felt more real, more potent, more… I don’t know what else I could have used to describe it except for the fact that it felt like swimming in a black and oily soup.I couldn’t make heads or tails of where I was or where I was moving.Caleb had hit me. Or something had. I don’t know. But I could remember the distinct feeling of something hard making contact with the back of my head. It was a miracle I was alive—I knew I was alive because twice, I had floated in and out of consciousness, and the two times, I could barely open my eyes, but noise filtered into my hearing.I felt my body moving. Breath rushed into my lungs and the pain had bloomed at the back of my head each time I woke, burning red behind my eyes.I closed my eyes again, finally summoning enough strength to scrunch my eyes open. Blearily, I tried to look around and almost lost consciousness again from the pain that flooded my senses.“Fuuuc
