“It kinda sucks that it’s your birthday and you’re not here,” I rolled my eyes at Indra. Out of all the times, she’d chose now to do a video call when I can’t even find my iPods. I yawned, as I looked through the available fridge to see if there’s anything I can eat.
“It’s just another day, Indra,” I murmured, frowning when I realised that we’re not in Mr Stark’s apartment and there’s room service. “Ugh, there’s nothing to eat here,” I slumped on the isle stood, grabbing the phone. My heart almost jumps out of my chest when Mr Stark suddenly appears in the doorway. “Indra, let me-“ “This is the first time we’re apart on our birthdays,” Indra said quietly. “You said you’d come back in a week. Two weeks’ over now,” “Something came up,” I said. “I have to do something important today in London,” I refused to look at Mr Stark’s naked torso as he leaned against the doorway, looking at me. He’s doing this on purpose. “You’r“You did great,” Ludo says, standing next to me. “Seriously, you were bitch and badass in there. Honestly, no one’s ever talked to father that way,” he said. “It was hilarious,” I grabbed my phone, dialling Indra’s number. “Are you okay?” “Why wouldn’t I be?” I casted him a look, placing the phone to my ear. “I mean, after what happened in there,” he inquired. “Is there a room I can use?” I asked him, looking around. “Yeah, over there,” he pointed at the door, opposite the boardroom. “No one uses it,” I hurried to the said room just as Indra picked up my call.“Hi,”“Hey,” I let out a heavy breath, sinking on the floor, my heart still hammering. I can’t believe I just did that. “Uh…can you-“ I sucked in a sharp breath. “I think I’m about to have a panic attack,” I said leaning my head back. “I just need to hear your voice,” I let out shakily. “Okay, uhm…” Indra is quiet and fo
“You have everything?” Ludo inquired, packing the last bag. “I think so,” I said turning to him. He smiled at me, though I could tell he was sad. “Thanks for dropping me off,” I looked back to Mr Stark’s private plane, waiting for me. They’d already boarded the plane and were now waiting for me. Ludo didn’t say anything, looking anywhere but my way. Judging from the way his fists clenched and unclenched, the way his chest rose and fell rapidly, and the constant blinking, he was on the verge of tears. His injured arms was limp on his side. I pulled him for a hug, having to stand on my toes to accommodate his height. He stiffened against my arms, but relaxed a moment later, his arms tightening around me. “Careful, your arm,” I said almost breathlessly because of how tight he was holding me. Ludo shook his head against my neck, and I can’t argue with him. He sniffled, his body shaking against mine. “Tell them,” I whispered, tightening
“No! This is not practical. Let it go,” “No! you need these shoes. It’ll match your suits,” Indra argued, snatching the shoe from my hand. “It is practical. You just don’t have style,” she glared at me. “But you literary just bought six shoes,” I said pointing at the pile of boxes waiting for us. “You need more shoes, Miles,” she said. “Oh my God, why did I bring you here?” I laughed in disbelief as she shoved the shoes onto the existing pile. The workers eyed us, amused by the argument. It has been like that from store to store. As soon as we got back from the bank, we’d immediately went for Indra’s favourite shoes. The ones that had been trending on TikTok. The Jimmy Choo bow heels. I had seen another pair that I quite liked and bought them for her. Needless to say, she’d made a spectacle of us. She literary walked out of the store hugging one shoe, and if the workers didn’t see us pay, they’d think she’d stolen the shoe. For the first half of the shopping trip, we’d f
(This is a little after Miles gets drunk, the night they had sex for the first time. It’s more like a flashback in Mr Stark’s POV, because obviously Mr Tipsy doesn’t remember shit). “Anthony, this is pointless,” I murmured even though I made no move to pull away. “You’re the one that left me, remember?” I looked into his eyes. Once upon a time, I’d fallen in love with those eyes. I’d fallen in love with a man who couldn’t love. He’d convinced himself that he was too broken to love and be loved. Once upon a time, I used to believe in love. Now… Now it feels like I’m a walking shell that can only be satisfied with sex and nothing but sex. Perhaps, I’m the broken one. Our families were very close when we were little. My father and his father were inseparable, to say the least. Automatically, I’d gravitated towards Anthony, completely smitten by his typical badass attitude and wittiness. Even when he was young, he didn’t take shit from anyone. He knew
(Continuation of the last chapter. I wanted to include a little fluffy angst at the beginning, seeing as the characters have never considered all this before, so it’d look weird when they just go for it. I wanted them to warm up to each other before doing the deed. Also, I just wanted to introduce you more into Mr Stark’s life and how he perceives things. After all, he’s not a bad guy. Motherfucker’s just heartbroken and cranky. That’s all. I think. Anywho…smut ahead. Shit is about to get real.) “Miles, if we don’t stop-“ “I don’t want to stop,” he said against my lips before quickly reattaching his lip, kissing me harder. “Please, I don’t want to stop,” he pulled back to look into my eyes, panting. “You’re sure?” he nodded quickly as my legs hit the edge of the bed. My bed. “Let me hear you say it,” “I don’t want to stop,” he said. I bent down to place him on the bed, going around to grab a condom. He followed me with his eyes un
(Back to the present, at the club, where Mr Stark wanted to talk to Mr Kendrick) “Okay, I can stay a few minutes, but I’m having crisis in here, so I’m meeting someone. I can spare a few minutes, until he gets here,” Liam says closing the door to his office. I round the table to sit down on his chair. He doesn’t object to that and instead plants his ass on the side of the table, one leg probed up. “What if I told you I had a crush on you?” I blurted. Liam blinks for a few seconds before bursting into laughter. “Motherfucker don’t play with me like that,” he said shaking his head. “Start talking before I have to go,” “Okay,” I said my mind taking me back to Miles. Fuck, he looks good in all black. An outfit so simple had managed to rile me up. “I know you probably don’t know this, but I’m asking because you were once dating, you know,” I began. “When does sex feel different?” a few seconds pass, bleeding into a minute and I finally look up at
“This is ridiculous,” I grumbled under my breath, shoving a handful of Cheese and Green Onion Jumping Jack popcorn in my mouth. I focused my eyes on the laptop screen sitting at the foot of the bed, the Goblin series playing. I can feel Indra’s eyes on me and it’s starting to irritate me. “You’re being ridiculous,” I turned to her, throwing popcorn at her. “Hey! Don’t hate me,” she said picking it up from the bed covers and shoving it in her mouth as well. “It’s your man that’s cheating, not me,”“See? You’re ridiculous,” I said throwing another handful of popcorn at her, just because I wanted to. “Mr Stark and I are not dating. It was just sex. And I knew about his…handful…women at his beck and all,” I said. “And I’m not angry,” “Last night didn’t seem like it,” she pointed out.“Last night was last night,” I shrugged, my eyes falling back to the screen. “Besides, what you’re saying is unrealistic. I can’t just be in love with Mr Stark right af
“Good morning, Mr Stark,” I walked in the office, wearing a big smile that I hope would convince Mr Stark that it really is a good morning. For me at least. Truth is, I’ve gotten really nervous around him, and I don’t want it to affect my work. So I’m putting on a front. Instead, Mr Stark regards me with a raised brow. I cleared my throat, placing the cup of coffee in front of him before stepping back to wait for him to tell me to proceed. Normally, he’s too busy with whatever he’d been occupied to spare me a look. He’d just grab the coffee without a word and merely grunts an order. This time, Mr Stark leans back on his chair, his eyes devouring me whole, from head to toe. I’ve never had to deal with this much intense attention from him, hence why I’m a shuffling mess, clutching the iPad in hand tightly. “Good morning, Mr Manando,” another thing, Mr Starks rarely greets me back. It never bothered me and overtime, I got used to the l
“Sweet boy,” I looked up at Mr Stark. “Relax,” he says quietly. “Everything’s going to be okay,” I willed myself to believe his words. “They agreed to meet us. That’s a good thing,” he nodded, his thumb caressing my face ever so gently. “Take deep breaths and relax, alright?” I tried to follow his instructions to no avail. One look outside the restaurant and I was ready to bolt. Did I mention they’re not even here yet? “Mr Stark, what if this is a bad idea?” I said gripping his hand tightly. “I shouldn’t have brought you here. What if they hurt you?” “I’m not going to let you do this on your own, okay?” he said. “We’re going to be fine,” I find myself scoffing quietly, looking outside the window for the millionth time since we got here, fifteen minutes ago. Why they wanted to meet in an open public place, I have no idea. And I won’t dare question them either. “It’s quite funny that I’m basically leading my first love right to death,” I rambled under my
“So,” I willed myself to relax as Mr Stark kissed my bare skin. I swallowed back a moan, gripping the sides of the table. “You’re telling me that you adopted someone as old as you?” I laughed, moaning when he nipped my sensitive area. “I didn’t adopt him,” I corrected, finally wrapping myself around him. “I’m just his legal guardian,” I breathed out, struggling to explain when he’s making me feel so good. I was already damping my panties. “They deemed him unsafe and dangerous at the orphanage. I had to pull some strings to get them to let him to stay. He had nowhere else to go. Part of the deal was finding him a legal guardian and since I was eighteen, I did it,” I cussed under my breath, my whole-body tingling from the sensation his lips provided. He pulled back all too soon, eyeing me with a glint in his eyes. I couldn’t decipher what it meant, but it made me feel tingly, nonetheless. “You are amazing, you know that?” he says quietly that I can’t help but gas
I’ve heard stories about the kind of love that is so crazy it only exists in the books. The love that only the elders know of. The young generation had been on the mission to drown themselves in booze, money and sex. Sadly, I’d been a victim of that. But never in my life would I have come across this vast feeling that is taking over me right now. After all, falling in love is crazy but amazing. Why crazy? If you ask, I’d give you an example of my own. I’ve been sitting here, listening to Miles, his best friend and the Korean guy who literary came out of nowhere bicker about Mafia, death and everything in between. Usually, the cowards run the other way. I want it all. I want it all if I’ll get Miles in the end. There’s no way I’m dropping everything because of an impending doom. There’s no way I’m the same man I was before I slept with Miles. There’s no possible way I belong to myself anymore. Miles owns every inch of me and the more I realise that,
“Hi Gogo,” I greeted quietly, sitting down on the grass. I brushed away all the dead leaves and dirt, cringing at how I’d made a mistake of not coming here sooner. “Sorry I haven’t visited you in two months,” I said, swallowing back a lump in my throat. “Things have been…hectic lately,” I said taking out the old, withered flowers from the vase, replacing them. “Not to worry though. It’s nothing I can’t handle though,” I said smiling as I sat back down when the tombstone looked as presentable as possible. “I miss you Gogo,” I admitted quietly. “Things were so much easier and peaceful when you were with me,” “They know,” I said quietly. “They found me, and they know who I am,” I picked at the hoodie strings. “My father wants me dead, apparently,” I let out a humourless laugh. “I don’t even know why. It’s not like I’m a threat to him, you know,” “It’s crazy, isn’t it grandma?” I looked at her grave, a heavy feeling settling in my chest. I mis
I feel like I’ve known Miles longer than I have. Whilst I’ve never paid attention to him before, I know how much he’d imprinted on me. Since the day he came in for his interview. I’d been impressed by him more than I was with all other candidates. He knew his work and he was precise with his responses to my questions. What stood out for me, as I’ve just realised, is how calm the man is. How calm and collected. The man knew every step he took, and he was confident in it. He knew his work. It’s one of the reasons why I’d trusted him as my PA. I didn’t have to worry about anything. He’d gone above and beyond. His calmness had become my own calmness. I’ve been calmer than I usually was in the last three years, because I know I was in good hands. And all I’ve ever known is the Miles that is calm and collected. That’s who I knew. Seeing him now, in this state, is somehow rattling up my walls. I don’t know what
I’m jolted awake when a phone rings somewhere around me. I blinked my eyes open, coming face to face with a sleeping Indra, nestled into my chest. I looked around at the bright unfamiliar room. When my mind finally registered where I was, I groaned, turning to my nightstand where my phone is still ringing. “Miles,” Indra’s muffled voice murmurs silently. “Phone,” “I got it,” I said reaching for it. It’s just a little after three and when I see Mr Stark’s name on the screen, my confusion intensified. “Hello?” I answered as quietly as I can. “Hey,” he says softly. “I’m sorry. I woke you up,” he said. “Is there something wrong?” I inquired, shifting a little. Indra moved away from me so I could sit up. “No, uh…” I frowned at the hesitating in his voice. “Everything’s fine. I’m just, uh,” there’s silence for a few moments and for a moment, panic grips me thinking he’d been attacked or so
The calm before the storm. The last six years of my life had been the calm before the storm. This storm. It’s happening again. No matter how much I try, I cannot escape my past. It always finds me. Just when I let my guard down, it comes back. The voices around me are a blur, so are the movements, as I sat on the floor, leaning against the wall opposite my open apartment. The door’s completely knocked off and they’d turned my place upside down. I clutched the family heirloom in my left hand, silently fuming, but also scared. Scared that the demons had followed me here. The demons were back to haunt me. They found me. I’d been so scared thinking the worst thing had happened to my best friend, Indra. It was all I could think about, and I couldn’t for the life of me calm myself until she was in my arms. I’d held onto her like my life depended on it until she managed to calm me down.
Me: Wear something nice today, sweet boy. I need something to look forward to. I stared at the screen for a good minute or two before dragging myself out of bed. I’m almost to the bathroom door when my phones beeps with an incoming message. The race back to the bed is ridiculous but I don’t bother looking into it. Sweet Boy: Does something good include a certain white lace piece I got yesterday? “Fucking hell,” I jumped, spinning on the spot. Why did I fucking think Miles was innocent? Sweet Boy: My work clothes are pretty basic. Unless you want me to spice it up a little bit. My fingers are fumbling on the screen faster than I can think of my next response. Me: Humour me, sweet boy. When he doesn’t answer after a minute, I decided to hit the shower. I let the water run while I did my morning routine. Looking down at my morning wood, I groaned. “You better behave today.
“So what now?” I asked quietly, looking outside as the world carried on like nothing has changed in my life. I’m sitting here, in my own bubble and…quite frankly, I don’t want it to end. I turned to Mr Stark, ignoring the fact that he knew where my apartment was, without me directing him. It is now five in the evening and the sky is darkening, signalling the end of the day. I feel like a love-struck teenager, coming home after a walk in the part, with my new significant other behind the wheel. The nerves haven’t stopped kicking. Not since Mr Stark’s declaration. We’ve spent the last three hours together either making out or arguing about anything and everything. In those three hours, I’ve learnt that Mr Stark is a touchy person. He denies the fact that he is a very physical person, and we came to the conclusion that he’s only like with his significant other. In this case, me. His words not mine. During the last three hours, I got snippet of our first night together. He ha