“Why not?” Ethan asked.Brandon chuckled distractedly as the plane climbed higher, the clouds now the only visible thing outside their window. He breathed deeply, taking in his boss’s scent—a blend of expensive cologne and something uniquely Ethan. “Because you don’t do relationships. You have no idea how they work. And you and me?” He chuckled again, meeting Ethan’s intense dark eyes. “It’s ridiculous. No one will buy it.”Ethan didn’t look fazed. His expression remained calm, almost amused. “You weren’t wrong when you claimed that you know me better than ninety-nine percent of people. I don’t see why they wouldn’t buy it.”Trying to ignore the pleased feeling caused by Ethan’s words, Brandon shook his head. “I can claim that I know you better than most people do, but that doesn’t mean much because you don’t let people get close. Couples have a certain intimacy in their interactions—”“You’ve s*ck*d my c*ck,” Ethan said flatly, his gaze unwavering. “It doesn’t get much more intimate t
Aldo Massimo’s villa was breathtaking.They arrived just as the sun was setting over the seaside, and Brandon stopped, awed by the sheer beauty of it. The water glittered like diamonds as it reflected the sunset, and the tall mountains surrounding the beautiful lake made him feel incredibly small.“D*mn,” he whispered, all the tiredness from the long flight gone.He turned his head and found Ethan looking at the lake with a very strange expression, his hands in the pockets of his suit pants. Was that disgust in his gaze?“Did you miss it?” Brandon asked before he could stop himself. “America has beautiful places too,” he added without any change in his voice.“But it isn’t home,” Ethan said quietly.Brandon eyed his hard profile. He hadn’t missed the shift in his boss’s mood ever since they’d landed in Sicily. There was something different about him, in the way he held himself. Even his voice sounded a little softer, more friendly when he spoke in Italian, and Brandon found himself fa
Sharing a bed with his boss was the single weirdest thing Brandon had ever done, and that said a lot. The intimacy, the closeness of their bodies, and the total trust required for such an act were almost overwhelming.Brandon stared at the massive chandelier glowing on the ceiling, trying to will himself to sleep. It didn’t work. He was painfully aware of the man beside him, of his steady breaths and the heat radiating from his body. The room was cool, a fresh breeze flowing in from the open window, mingling with the air conditioning, yet Brandon felt hot.“You’re on fire,” Brandon complained.Ethan made a sound that was part laugh, part sigh. “Thanks,” he said, his voice dry as dust.Brandon flushed, realizing how that had sounded. “Shut up. You’re literally burning up.”“Yeah, I know. I become that hot when I am in clothes. I’m not used to sleeping in clothes.”That was something Brandon hadn't known. Not that he knew much about the man. “And you’re wearing clothes for my sake? I di
Ethan gave a soft snort. “The answer is not what you want to hear. I don’t do relationships because I’ve never met anyone who made me want to build that fairy tale life after my supposed first love betrayed me. I doubt that woman even exists, so I have no intention of making some poor woman miserable when I inevitably cheat on her.”“Careful, you almost sound like a nice person,” Brandon said with a smile. “All right, my turn! Ask away.”Ethan hummed and fell silent for a while.It made Brandon nervous. He tried to think of the worst question Ethan could possibly ask. F*ck, what if he asked if Brandon liked sucking his c*ck?“Do you really hate working under me?”Brandon’s mind immediately went to the dark. In his defense, Ethan was f*ck*ng naked beside him; it was totally understandable that he had imagined being physically under him, which… He pushed the image away, his face uncomfortably warm. God, what the hell was wrong with him?Brandon cleared his throat a little. He opened his
So, that was apparently a thing now. A new game they had been playing the entire afternoon.Brandon wondered intensely how they had come to this. This being the fact that he was sprawled in Ethan’s lap, eating strawberries out of his boss’s hands. But he was determined not to lose, no matter how weirded out he was by the entire situation. After all, he was doing this for the sake of the company and not for Ethan, he encouraged himself. Right? This was not for his own interest in any way at all.Brandon smiled at Ethan and licked his fingers as he accepted the strawberry into his mouth. Ethan’s dark eyes watched it—watched his mouth—a little too parted for that to be just an act. The *ssh*l* was probably imagining stuffing his c*ck into his mouth. Brandon was aware that Ethan was aroused—it would have been hard to miss, considering that Brandon was in his goddamn lap—but the b*st*rd was always somewhat horny, so Brandon didn’t take it personally.Ethan leaned in and captured his mouth
The dinner dragged on, and Brandon was bent on focusing both on his food and ignoring the annoyingly hot boss that sat beside him. But it was impossible. His senses were hyperaware of everything Ethan did, his ears straining to hear his conversation with the woman to his right.They were conversing in low tones, the woman smiling widely and playing with her hair as she looked Ethan in the eyes. Brandon pursed his lips, a little annoyed. Of course, he and Ethan were not actually a real couple, but the woman did not know that. Why the hell was she flirting with a supposedly taken man while Brandon was right there? It was utterly shameless. And it was utterly shameless the way her dark eyes kept roaming over Ethan’s muscular chest—the *ssh*l* had not bothered to button his shirt up. Show-off. It wasn’t that hot in the evening; the weather was perfectly pleasant.Brandon should probably take issue with their flirting, right? If they were a real couple, he wouldn’t have let someone else fl
Brandon felt mortified, wishing the ground would swallow him whole. Avoiding Jacob’s gaze at breakfast, he regretted his haste to escape the bedroom before Ethan woke. He hadn’t considered facing those who had seen them leave yesterday, likely guessing what they had been up to behind the small building. He thought he could stay composed, but that wasn’t the case. He felt on edge at the slightest provocation. What a way to go, Brandon Daniel! Britney would be disappointed at his lack of willpower. He’d never felt so embarrassed in his life.Thankfully, Jacob was the only one in the breakfast room. “Everyone else is probably nursing hangovers,” Jacob answered his unspoken question. “Aldo doesn’t drink, but he likes sleeping in when he can. I kept him up half the night.” Jacob smiled knowingly. “You’ve probably been up for a while too, right?”Ugh. Brandon now understood the expression about wanting the ground to open up and swallow you whole, wishing fervently for just that. “Yeah,” he
“I need to talk to you,” Brandon said, barely managing a smile.A deep wrinkle appeared between Ethan’s brows at the interruption. He glanced at Brandon’s hand on his arm before looking back at Brandon’s face. Finally, he stood up, and Brandon quickly turned and headed out of the room before Ethan could place a hand on his nape. Brandon led him to the library, shut the door, and turned to face him.“Jacob implied that you aren’t actually estranged from your family and that the incident that happened was staged.”Ethan’s face remained impassive. “And? What makes you think I owe you an explanation?”Brandon glared at him. “You’re the one who dragged me here to pretend to be your boyfriend,” he hissed. “When Jacob told me that, I had no idea what to say! Now he probably thinks I’m an idiot who knows nothing about his own boyfriend’s family.”Ethan shrugged. “I see no issue. That’s not something I would tell you even if our relationship were real.”“Right. Because you have no idea how rel
Christmas...The warmth of the fireplace filled the room, the crackling of the flames blending with the soft hum of Christmas carols playing in the background. The Christmas tree stood proudly in the corner, its branches covered in twinkling lights and delicate ornaments that shimmered in the soft glow. Outside, snow fell gently, blanketing the world in a peaceful white. Inside, the laughter of family could be heard through the house, filling every corner with love and joy.Around the large dining table, everyone was gathered. Nana, looking radiant and content, cradled one of her twin boys in her arms while the other rested peacefully in a bassinet nearby. She'd given birth two weeks ago and everyone has been supportive.Her recovery over the past few months had been nothing short of miraculous, and the glow on her face was proof of the happiness she had found. She and Brandon had grown close, their bond deepening as they shared stories and leaned on each other through the ups and dow
A WEEK LATER...The sky was painted in shades of soft blues and blush pinks, with the occasional puff of cloud dotting the horizon. Birds soared high, their wings glinting in the sunlight, as if celebrating alongside the hundreds of guests below. There was something in the air—something gentle and full of love, as though the universe itself was smiling down on this day. The slow ringing of bells hummed throughout the city, the sound weaving its way through the streets and gardens where the wedding was about to take place.The garden itself was like something out of a fairytale. A vast space covered in greenery, with towering trees draped in delicate white flowers. Tiny twinkling lights were strung between the branches, looking magical. The path leading to the altar was lined with blooming roses in every color imaginable, reds and whites swirling together like a painter’s masterpiece. Chandeliers hung from the arches, their crystals catching the sun, reflecting rainbows onto the guests
They made it through every storm, and now, they would live to love and cherish.*****With Aldo's help and Ethan’s connections, it didn’t take long to find Nana. Ethan and Brandon were stepping out of the car, breathing in the damp, cold air of Ireland as they looked at the modest house ahead. Ethan already disliked the neighbourhood. He hadn’t seen his sister in years, and he wasn’t sure how he’d react. He squeezed Brandon’s hand, a nervous energy running through him.Brandon, ever the optimist, linked arms with him and smiled. “We’ll handle this together,” he whispered.The porch creaked beneath their feet as they walked up to the door. Ethan raised his hand, knocking with a hesitation he wasn’t used to feeling. A few moments passed, and finally, the door creaked open.“Na—” The name caught in Ethan’s throat. The woman standing before him, her body hunched as if she'd age five times more. She barely resembled the sister he once knew. But her eyes—those distinct, beautiful blue eyes
Collins stood in front of Brandon, his smile warm, though his eyes held scars and sadness of years lost. His suit, while simple, fit him perfectly, and despite everything he had been through, he looked healthier, more at ease than Brandon had seen in years. There was something peaceful about him now—a quietness that only comes with closure.“He’s just trying to be nice,” Collins said, grinning at Brandon. “But I’ll tell you, your man really went all out to find me. Ethan had me tracked down, got me out of that mess I was in. Then he hired one of the best lawyers in the country. We’re still working on clearing my record entirely, but it’s in motion.”Brandon looked at Ethan, his heart filled with gratitude. He had known Ethan was working behind the scenes to find his father, but he hadn’t realized the lengths Ethan had gone to. It was overwhelming, this outpouring of love, this commitment to not just him but his family.“I... I don’t know what to say,” Brandon whispered, his voice catc
One moth later...A month had passed, and the world outside felt a little less dangerous. The sun hung high in the sky, its warmth spilling over the quiet garden outside Ethan's home. The smell of fresh herbs filling the air, and the birds sang in the trees, oblivious to the trials that had brought Brandon and Ethan to this moment. Inside the house, you could perceive the scent of warm bread and sizzling bacon, the morning routine continuing as usual.Brandon stood in the kitchen, setting out breakfast with careful hands, his mind only half-focused on the task. His heart, though, had never been more full. He glanced toward the living room where Ethan sat, propped up on the couch, still pale but improving with every day. There was color in his cheeks now, though he was often feverish, and his wound—a constant source of worry—had gotten infected twice in the past few weeks. But with a team of specialists and round-the-clock care, Ethan was healing.In the beginning, it had been terrifyi
In the midst of the chaos, a strong hand suddenly grabbed Elizabeth’s arm, yanking her away from the crane’s remote. The container stopped just inches above the crumpled car, leaving Brandon shaken but still alive. His breaths were ragged, his body trembling with fear. He would never forget surviving this near-death experienceEthan’s knees buckled beneath him, the adrenaline fading as the blood loss caught up. He exhaled sharply, fighting to stay conscious, but the world was spinning. Strong arms caught him before he collapsed completely, and through his fading vision, he saw Carter’s worried face hovering above him."We got here just in time," Carter said, his voice calm but his eyes filled with concern. "Hang on, Ethan."Ethan’s voice was faint. "Brandon… is he okay?"Carter nodded, glancing toward the car where medics were pulling Brandon out. "He’s fine. You saved him."Ethan closed his eyes for a moment, the exhaustion too much for him to handle. He had fought with everything he
Noah’s expression darkened. "She found out about my real business—human trafficking, organ harvesting. She was going to expose me. And yes, I killed her with my own hands. She wasn’t afraid of me. She loved you more than she ever loved me." His voice took on a cold edge. "So I made her pay for it."Grief and anger choked Ethan. "She was five months pregnant, Noah. Pregnant with your son. She was everything I ever wanted in a mother, and you took her from me.""I can have as many children as I want, Ethan. But if I were caught, my business, my reputation—everything I built would be gone. I won’t be taken down because of some woman."Brandon, from the crushed remains of his hope, couldn’t stay silent. "It’s always been about you, hasn’t it, Noah? Your ego. Your reputation. You destroyed my family and yours because all you care about is power.""Shut your mouth, bitch," Elizabeth snapped, slapping him hard across the face. "You know nothing about power."Ethan, his voice hoarse from the
Ethan’s fist landed with brutal precision, sinking into Ethan’s stomach. Ethan doubled over in pain, gasping as he felt the burn spread through his abdomen. His hand instinctively flew to the spot, feeling the sting of fresh blood where the wound was."You son of a bitch," Ethan spat between ragged breaths, his eyes burning with defiance.Noah, towering over him with a twisted smirk, gripped Ethan’s jaw, forcing him to look up. "How dare you call me mad, you son of a whore? A mere slave," Noah growled, tightening his hold.Ethan laughed bitterly, the sound more of a wince than amusement. "I see you’ve gone mentally unstable too, father," he mocked. "How am I the son of a slave? Last I checked, you were just a sperm donor. And as for being a slave, well, maybe to your greed, your adultery, and your lies."Noah’s eyes flared, and his grip on Ethan’s jaw tightened, making it difficult for him to speak. "I made you," Noah hissed, his voice dripping with venom. "And I’ll break you.""You’v
Ethan staggered forward, his hand pressed against his stomach, trying to stanch the bleeding. Outside, it began to rain.His breath came in ragged bursts as he pushed through the sheets of rain that poured down on him. Brandon was just ahead, darkness in the storm, sprinting as though he could outrun everything crushing him from behind."Brandon, wait!" Ethan’s voice was hoarse, almost swallowed by the roaring wind and rolling thunder. Each step sent a fresh jolt of pain through his body, but he kept moving, forcing himself onward. He had to catch him.Brandon didn’t stop. He didn’t even slow down. His feet pounded against the pavement, faster and faster, as if the rain pouring over his face was washing away the memories—the lies, the betrayal, all of it. His chest burned, and his heart screamed louder than the storm, but he couldn’t stop now. He wouldn’t.Ethan’s words cut through the rain. "I didn’t kill anyone, Brandon!" His voice broke, desperate.Brandon spun around, his face twis