It was enough that things had gone south, but, man! Could he undo this once it was done? This would be life-changing for him. Very, very life-changing.What scared the sh*t out of Brandon was that this felt right. Like he was getting something that he had been missing for a long time. The slick finger slipped inside him.F*ck.He had his boss’s finger in his *ssh*l*.“It feels strange,” Brandon complained. “I told you I wouldn’t like it.”Ethan gave him a hard look, his dark brows furrowed in concentration. “There’s supposed to be a—”Brandon jerked as Ethan crooked his finger, brushing something inside him.“Your prostate,” Ethan finished, rubbing the same spot.Brandon’s mouth fell open in a silent moan, his eyes going wide.Ethan looked pleased, the *ssh*l*. “Still don’t like it?” he said, slipping another finger into him.“Shut up,” Brandon hissed, painfully aware of how unconvincing that sounded. F*ck, why did it feel so good? It still felt weird, but good, in a weird way.Ethan’
“God, you drive me insane. Maybe I will never be the same ever after dealing with you,” Brandon groaned, surging forward and kissing Ethan hard, his hand burying in Ethan’s hair. Christ, he wanted to kill this insufferable man. He hated him, he loathed him—he couldn’t stop kissing him, his brain turning fuzzy and jelly as soon as Ethan’s tongue pushed into his mouth.Ethan pulled out his dick and took off the used condom, tossing it in the trash. He picked another wrap, tore it and fixed it on his dick.Once he was done, Brandon hooked his legs around Ethan’s hips, feeling like the worst kind of slut but unable to stop. He whined against Ethan’s mouth, and finally—finally—he felt the cock push back into him in one hard thrust.“Ah,” Brandon cried out, his eyes going wide. He would never get used to Ethan’s hugeness.He was so full. So fucking full. A bit painful but more overwhelming.The cock in him felt so thick and big it brushed against his walls without even trying, pressing agai
Jacob laughed at something Ethan said and shook his head. “The violent programs disguised as games are why kids get engrossed in practicing dangerous behaviors. I’m sure of it. There is no better way of tagging it. If only they could be scrapped out and refurbished.”“That would put so many people out of business and annoy the players. It’s not the company's fault. That’s a matter of mindset and nothing else,” Ethan replied, his eyes trained on Jacob.It suddenly occurred to Brandon that Jacob was very pretty. He was prettier than most women.Brandon’s jaw tightened in annoyance. So what? He snapped at himself. It didn’t matter that he looked like a nerd compared to a hottie like Jacob.He was a normal guy. He didn’t want to look pretty, for fuck’s sake. He didn’t give a shit if Ethan wanted to fuck Jacob or any other guy. He didn’t.Irritated with himself, Brandon ripped his gaze away from the pair and looked at Aldo.The Italian seemed confident enough to sip his wine and watch his
Ethan slipped a second finger inside him, scissoring them slowly. "It's funny you ever thought you were straight, considering how much you love this.""Fuck you," Brandon bit out, his eyes rolling back. Christ, he'd never get enough of this feeling."In a moment," Ethan said, steering Brandon slightly without withdrawing his fingers. He sat down on a big rock, pulling Brandon into his lap. It took only a moment to kick Brandon's shorts off.Brandon unzipped Ethan's slacks with a shaky hand, pulling out his hard cock. He stroked it with a mix of reverence and greed before grabbing a condom from Ethan's pocket and rolling it on with practiced ease. The crazy bastard now moved around with condoms in his pocket for moments like this.As soon as Ethan withdrew his fingers, Brandon shifted and pushed himself down on the hard length. He panted, his mouth opening and closing as he took all of that cock inside. God, it was the best fucking feeling in the world."So fucking horny, baby. Love yo
Brandon was surprised that Jacob and Aldo had bothered to get up so early to see them off. Jacob was yawning, and Aldo’s face bore a sleepy trace that gave him a more approachable look. For once, Aldo seemed almost human.“Thanks for your help,” Jacob said, shaking Ethan’s hand firmly. “We really appreciate it.”Ethan nodded, his hand finding its way to Brandon’s nape. “Into the car,” he commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument. It was clear he wanted to exchange a few words with Aldo in private. Keeping his expression neutral, Brandon waved awkwardly at Jacob before striding towards the car.The bodyguards were busy loading their luggage. Brandon muttered a quick “Good morning” to them and received a curt “Good morning” in response. It was still more conversation than he’d gotten from Ethan—his boss—this morning. He had to go back to thinking of him as Ethan. Just his boss. Nothing more.Sliding into the back seat, Brandon watched through the car window as Ethan shook Aldo’s
Have you ever had to battle with yourself? Really wrestle with your brain and heart to stop from calling that one person who made you feel like a clinging fool? It was tough. Even tougher for Brandon. He was desperately trying to prove himself worthy, despite his heart still aching for Ethan.Brandon longed for Ethan to call and admit that he hadn't meant what he said back in Italy. He wanted to hear that it was all a mistake, a reaction born from confusion. Brandon hoped for that apology, knowing deep down that whatever had been brewing between them wasn't one-sided. Ethan was just forcing it to seem that way.But we can’t always get what we wish for, right?There was something profoundly depressing about having your boss looming over you while you tried to focus on your job. Especially a boss who had shattered a growing bond between you and him.Brandon glared at the tall, imposing figure in front of him, forcing himself to concentrate on typing instead of the man who stood behind h
Ethan dropped the shirt to the floor. Normally, Brandon would chastise him for that. But he said nothing this time, trying to fight the wave of dizzying arousal as he gazed at his boss’s muscular, heavenly-tanned torso. His fingers itched to touch those pecs, those brown nipples, that hard stomach, and then...Brandon swallowed and looked up into Ethan’s black eyes. The moment stretched.He had no idea who moved first, but suddenly, they were kissing, so hard it almost hurt. God. Brandon’s mind went absolutely blank with overwhelming want. He sucked on Ethan’s tongue, his hands clutching his bareback helplessly. He was whining, trying to pull him closer, so close there wasn’t any space between them. It felt so good, but he was so hungry for this—for him—after days of not touching him that it wasn’t enough. He unbuckled Ethan’s belt with impatient, shaky fingers and yanked his zipper open.After that... Brandon wasn’t sure what happened. There was just Ethan’s hot mouth, the taste of h
Really, it was a wonder they got any work done. By the time Brandon got home that day, he'd lost count of how many times he'd been fucked. His ass felt a little sore with every step, but after months of this, his body was used to it. The soreness was almost comforting, a constant reminder of Ethan even when he wasn't there."Are we going to finally talk about it?"Brandon stopped in his tracks, wincing. "Hey. I'm tired. Can we talk tomorrow—""No, we can’t," Britney said from the couch, where she had apparently been lying in wait for him. "It's eleven in the night, Brandon. Eleven! This is inhumane!""We had a lot of work," Brandon said defensively. "Overtime pay, remember?""Lots of work," Britney said, practically radiating sarcasm. She got to her feet and walked over, sniffing. "Is that why you smell of cologne? It’s a very nice cologne, I'll give you that. Plus, the new shirt too is admirable.""It’s new," Brandon said. "Do you like it?"Britney gave him a flat look. "You don’t we
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