Andrians pov
The ride back home had been filled with awkwardsilence, and I was bubbling with anger. “Haven't we reached the damn house!!” I scowled at my driver, Enzo “No master, we are yet to reach” my driver Enzo replies respectfully. “Incompetent fool” I cursed under my breath. I was happy to be done with this stupid mission. My father, out of nowhere, had given me a mission. He had termed it a grade A mission, stressing the importance of the mission. The mission was so simple to be true, I had thought it was a joke, but on reaching the camp, I realised that I was in for the most simplest overrated mission in the wide world. “Get close to Alex” that was his words, before he handed me a heavy portfolio filled with his info, and a picture that will help me recognize him, alas, I didn't need the photo because Alex stuck out like a sore thumb from the rest of the kids. He was a quiet kid, so quiet you wouldn't realise someone was there, and those blue ocean eyes…. “Master we have reached the mansion” my driver's voice pierced through my thought. “ finally” I muttered under my breath, throwing away my remaining cigar in my mouth. I had to return back to myself, to my old self, nothing ever happened. the camp was the sight of the mission, My identity, Jacob, the easygoing, always smiling, mischievous boy, was just a facade for me to fit in. That was what I had been training since I could crawl. The relationship with him was just to get close to him and solve the damn mission. “What about the kiss?” A tiny voice in my head whispered to me. I suddenly stopped, trying to make out a reason for that, but I had no explanation for that. “Welcome young heir” the chorus voice of the servants and maid echoed throughout the mansion compound. I nodded in satisfaction, lifting my chin high up, to fit into the role and birthright of the heir of the Rufus family. The strongest, well to do family in the whole of Manchester city. I walked into the gigantic mansion through the red carpet that started from the door of my limousine, down to the front main door of the house. I was contented at the reverence from the servants. “It's good they know their place” I said, but one young girl was not standing at attention. She was sporting a bandage on her hands. I felt a spike in my barely suppressed anger, “hey, who is she” I asked my personal assistant, who was nearby. “She is Debby, the new maid, that was employed just a few weeks ago” my PA replied sharply. “I see. It seems like she didn't undergo training,... she is fired” I said, not missing a beat, enjoying the confusion and shock of everybody as I entered the house. “Young heir, your father is waiting at the dining room” a maid told me, leading me to the room my father was probably waiting for me. Walking down the hallway where my father was waiting for my reports, I couldn't help glance at the photos lining the wall, my mother, who died in an accident. Leaving only my father to manage the Rufus Corporation, and from all things, he is doing hard work. “Good day sir” I greeted my father. He is a man in his late fifties, with his always clean shaved beard. He carried an air of a Rufus, like he used to say. He was reclining on a chair calmly, observing me, the unopened dish in front of him as if he was waiting for something. He beamed a smile “ Sit down, son, let's eat dinner. My stomach churned at the mention of dinner, not after everything that had happened. Of course, he is a perfect man, always in control of everything, and he always gets his way. He was wearing a dashing tuxedo, I had to bite my teeth not to point out to him how inappropriate it was to eat dinner with tuxedo on. “Okay sir” I forced myself to play his stupid game this evening. “You are looking rather good. And dashing, I am proud you are growing into a proud Rufian” he said all of the sudden in the middle of the dinner, catching me off guard. “How was your journey,” he asked again, making me feel like ants were crawling through my skin. He was playing with me, bidding his time, and it annoyed the hell out of me. “You mean the mission…” No son, can't a father ask about his son's welfare” he said, feigning care. “The camp was good,” I answered absent-minded, choosing to concentrate on the spaghetti I was eating. “And any friends…?” he asked, causing me to stop my eating. “I make no friends. Therefore, I had no friends, just those I wanted something from” I answered cautiously, I know I am thresding on needles now. This was not a normal dinner between father and son. It was like I was in an interrogation room where any mistake I made would immediately lead to my termination of contract. “You can go back to your room, have a good rest, you have passed the first phase of the mission” he said, and immediately i stood up, like a fire was on my seat I almost ran straight to my room. Not before seeing the amused look of my fathers face. “The stupid psycho.” I cursed the tenth time since the last six hours. I was relieved to finally have clean air, away from my father's intimidating aura. Stepping into my room, it was like how I had left it. Nothing has been touched or moved, and I liked it like that, I closed my door, making sure to lock it. I was in my safe haven, but it didn’t feel like one. For whatever reason, the memory of Alex and I in the unused closet we usually hang out in flashes through my head. His innocence and naivety strike me too hard. His expression was priceless when I llkissed him, it was like he was not expecting that but I waited for him to push me away, and scrunch his face in disgust but nothing happend, he kissed back. He wanted it!. How his body responded to me, and jeez his moan was… I clenched my fists, shaking my head violently to rid myself of the memory. This was not part of the plan. This was not supposed to happen. “It’s just a mission, Andrian. Get a grip,” I muttered to myself, pacing the room I needed to separate my emotions from my feelings, I have done that countless times. I had faked love with rich ceo daughters to foster partnership with their company and us. Had impersonated the husband of powerful women just to get info to use in blackmailing her to cooperate with my Rufus family. So pretending to be a friend of a boy who doesn't know his origin should be a cup of cake. It should be the easiest test in all of my manipulative journeys. But why can't I stop thinking about him? Why am I having this hollow feeling? like a part of me was gone. This being the first phase of the mission, what was the second phase supposed to look like? A sound of knocking sounded on the door, “ What do you want?” I snapped at the person behind the door. obviously irritated. But I relaxed when I saw it was my PA, After opening the door. “I am here to give you the routine for tomorrow, jacob” My PA is the only trusted person I have. So he calls me my name when we are alone. “Okay, I will look through it” I said, watching him leave. On a second thought, I called him back. My name is Andrian now,” I corrected him sharply. “Jacob was the facade.” “Yes, sir,” he replied, leaving me alone with my thoughts once more. I sank onto my bed, staring at the ceiling. The pain in my chest was unbearable, but I had no choice. I had to move on. Move on to the next mission.Alex pov ******3 years later,********* The blaring sound of my alarm rebounded throughout my room. I jerked up in confusion before It took me a moment to realise that it was not the fire alarm, but rather my alarm standing proudly on my bed stand. I grudgingly switched off the annoying piece of device, wondering how I forgot to deactivate it before going to sleep. Today is Saturday, which means no school for me. “Ahhh,” a loud yelp came out from my mouth, followed by thuding sound. My stuff lying all around had tripped me. Perfect “Is everything alright? Alex, our maid Debby, poked her head into my bedroom. “Yeah, all’s good” I gave her a thumbs up, “Your breakfast is ready downstairs,” she added before slipping out like she never came in. I sighed, finally getting free from my clothes that tangled with my legs. That's a great way to start a great weekend. “Honey how are you doing today?” The sound of my mum's voice greeted me. I was surprised she was at home. Normally, by
Alex pov “Honey you will be late for school!” I heard a voice in my sleep and felt a heavy weight land on me, pressing me to my bed. Ahhh!” I shouted as I opened my eyes to see Linda, my annoying best friend, grinning on top of me. “Wakey wakey, honey! You’re late for school!” she sang in a high-pitched voice, mimicking my mom’s. “Eeww, get off me, you ugly duckling!” I grumbled, shoving her off and sitting up. “Wait, what’s this?” she asked, eyes narrowing as she spotted a picture falling from my chest. Before she could grab it, I snatched it away, heart pounding. “Alright, you’ve overstayed your welcome. I’ll be down in ten minutes,” I said quickly, pushing her out of my room and slamming the door. As soon as I was alone, I let out a sigh of relief. “That was close,” I muttered. If she had seen the picture, I wouldn’t have heard the end of it for at least two weeks. I stared at the photo for a moment, my fingers tracing the edges. It was me and Jacob, smiling like we didn’t
Andrians pov It had been three years since I last saw him. Three long, dragging years where I’d convinced myself that the blue-eyed boy from my past had faded into a distant memory, nothing more than an echo in the deepest part of my mind where I had abandoned it. I had moved on, hadn’t I? I’d buried whatever forbidden and unholy feelings I had under the weight of new commitments, and lots of office work, just to take my mind off all the distraction I had allowed myself to be entangled with. I have lots of girlfriend ‘s’ and we were doing okay, the s*x and all the fucking was okay and everything was moving just fine. so I thought until I felt somebody from nowhere hug me from behind. All the control and practice I had built up since three years flew out of the window. The blue-eyed boy, Alex. I knew he’d changed the second I saw him, but I wasn’t prepared for how different he was now to before. He’d gone from that quiet, shy introverted nerd I once knew to a completely different p
Alex povs The rest of the day crawled by, every moment feeling slower and heavier than the last. After the horrifying episode in the hallway with Andrian, I refused to accept that Jacob, or rather Andrian, could do this to me. my brain could not still process what had happened. This was supposed to be my first day of college, the most memorable day for me, the day I’d been waiting for, but as it was already the most confusing and horrible day of my life. it was already ruined. I tried to focus on the teacher’s voice and tried to make sense of the scribbled notes on the board, but all I could see was Andrian's cold indifference face filled with disgust and coldness. Andrian. Jacob. Or whatever his real name was. My mind replayed that moment over and over, the look in his eyes, the cold indifference in his voice. It made my chest ache, like a part of me was breaking from the inside out. I could barely sit still in class, staring blankly at the board, while that familiar feeling of
Alex povsI could not focus throughout the whole day. Every time that passed with me, seated lonely and alone, felt like a knife stabbing through my heart. I had finally crawled out of my hole I had gone to hide into when I heard the bell signaling the start of the new class. But that didn't stop the insults and taunting from continuing. My story must have gone round the whole school by now, with all the side glances and low muttering beside me.Throughout my life, I have been bullied and insulted for my height and my weak personality. Especially in high school. But the insults increased when news started going around that my father abandoned me and my mother because of my mother's infidelity. It was too much to the extent that my mother was involved with another students parents for calling her a b**ch's on the internet. That was the worst day of my life and one of the things that drove my mother to send me to the camp.The bell for the end of school for the day rang finally. And lik
Alex pov“Andrian!”His name rolled out of my mouth so smoothly that I cringed, backing away in fear, away from him. There stood the tormentor of my life. He was wearing ripped baggy blue jeans, with a polo top, that had a skull image boldly imprinted on it.“Hey watch where you are going…”, his words slur at the last, making me look up slowly, weary at what he will do next. I nervously looked around in search of anybody that might help me, but we were in a hidden corner of the club. Making the situation worse.I expected a beating or a shouting or anything like to punch me in the face, but none of that came. Andrian, my tormentor and one of the elite of Manchester college, stood with his mouth hanging open.“You are the most beautiful person I have ever seen” Andrian’s words shattered my thoughts of escape and how to defend myself in case it resulted in a fight.“Huh…” I had a momentarily blackout, my brain not processing whatever he had said.“You are an angel” he repeated, causing
Andrian’s POV The bright morning light cut through the blinds of my room, but it felt intrusive, unwelcome. “Son of a bitch” I cursed at the blinding light , shielding my eyes from the brightness that filtered into my room. My head throbbed with the remnants of the alcohol I had consumed last night, and my body felt heavy, weighted by guilt and frustration more than the hangover. I ran my hands through my messy hair, groaning as I tried to recall what happened last night and how I ended up in my bed. the memories trickled in like drops of water. Encountering Alex in school. I had expected it anyway but I didn't know why it came as a surprise to me. He had come running to hug me, but i was not the old jacob, i am Andrian Rufus. I had rejected him. A small tug tugged at my heart, but it was gone immediately it came. I could only feel nothing but cold indifference. Shaking my head, I forced myself out of bed. My limbs felt heavy as I moved toward the bathroom to freshen up, splas
Alex’s povToday was Saturday, a day most students spent catching up on rest or enjoying some much-needed fun. For me, however, it was a day of work. Saturdays meant a full shift at the eatery where Linda and I worked, and while I usually found some comfort in the routine, today felt different. The soft rays of morning light spilled through the thin curtains of my small room, bathing everything in a golden hue. But I didn't have the energy to leave my bed. It should’ve been a calming and energetic morning for me, considering my huge paycheck from Jeff yesterday, but instead, my chest felt unusually heavy. the sunlight felt accusatory, dragging me back to reality, as the events of yesterday rushed back in.I stared at the ceiling, my mind replaying the scene with Andrian and i. It had felt like a dream come true, felt so good, and for once, it had felt right. But it didn't last long. The cold reality slapped me on the face so hard that I had to hold myself from shedding tears like a b
Alex’s POV The morning light streamed through the curtains, casting a golden glow across the room. The soft sound of the distant waters gives the scene a peaceful and otherworldly atmosphere. I stirred from my sleep. My muscles screamed as I stretched myself. my body was aching in places I never knew could ache. My whole body was sore, and my back felt like it had been through a battle. but the warmth pressed against me made it all worth it. Andrian’s strong arms were wrapped around my waist possessively, as if he couldn’t bear to let me go at all. his chest continued to rise and fall gently, behind me. I turned slightly, careful not to wake him, and watched his peaceful face. He looked so different like this, no arrogance, no fierce possessiveness, no weight pulling him down, just a man completely at ease. A lazy smile spread across my lips. Last night had been…well it was a rough night. The way he touched me, the way he held me, as if I was the only thing that mattered in th
sexual content ahead ‼️‼️Alex pov “You are mine” andrian growled like an animal. I couldn’t help the ecstacy that ran through my body from his deep, possessive words. I have never thought of someone owing me before. Hell no, I don't even have such fetish, but hearing andrian say it. It brought out a lot of things in me. My heart shook, almost answering to his statement. “Yes, I am yours” I said back, matching his tempo. One time, I was standing on the beach, and the next andrian lifted me up like I weighed nothing. His hands rested on my bottom as he painfully squeezed. I gasp, the pleasure running inside me was too much to comprehend. I clung to him for dear life, as I let andrian abuse my mouth. I was completely at his mercy. A whimper escaped my lips as he trailed traces of kiss from my jaw down to my neck. My toes tingle, and everything suddenly becomes blurry to me. The stars, the genlt waves lapping against the shore, the breeze, everything stilled. As I stared at
Andrian pov “Alex!” He was whole. Alive. I wasn’t dreaming. His blue eyes met mine, and for the first time in over a year, I felt the ground would open and swallow me. His face held no atome of expression. I wanted to gauge from that, but I found nothing. only his blue eyes was fixated on me, staring at mèso intensely. It suddenly felt like the world, my surroundings, everything had disappeared, only Alex was in my world. For the past twenty minutes, neither of us had moved, neither of us had spoken. We just stood there, staring at each other like if we so much as blinked, the other would disappear. “Alex…” I repeated. Unable to form concurrent thoughts. His name was a whisper in my mind, a ghost I had never truly let go of. All this time, I had tried to delude myself, and I had moved on. But seeing him standing in front of me. All those feelings I had desperately locked off came rushing out like a dam. He was, real, standing right in front of me, looking both f
Andrian pov Today was another bright day. The sun was already getting ready to shower the island with its blissful light. It was a day of work. Another day of burying myself in work. The world had long since moved on. And so had I. Or at least, that’s what I kept trying to let myself believe. It had been over a year since I left the hospital, since I turned my back on everything, the empire, the fortune, the past. My father’s reign had crumbled into dust, his empire swallowed by scavengers. It should have mattered to me. It should have made me feel something. But it didn’t. The one thing that mattered to me most has been taken away from me by the same man who calls himself my father. Without hesitation, I came and testified in the court. That was all it took to send him to life imprisonment , for attempted murder, and involvement in drug dealing and human trafficking. Well, I was also surprised when all the evidence was dug up. I know that my father was a fraudster and a w
ALEX’S POV Six Months Later Darkness. That was all I had known. I have lost even a sense of time. I didn’t know how long I had been here ,but I only knew that it's been a long time. Time didn’t move here. There was no past, no present, no future. Just an endless abyss where memories flickered like broken film reels, playing over and over again. I was awake, and at the same time, I was not awake. I could hear voices that sounded like the voices of the nurses and doctors coming in every day. They would whisper in hushed tones before leaving immediately. And every time, I would scream and shout at them. I tried to ask them what was wrong, but each time, I was met with nothing. At times, my mother would stay with me for days. Talking about sweet things when our family was whole again. I was playing in the snow, or my father took the little me to the children's park. I could feel her sadness coming out in waves, but I can't do anything about it. I could only.lie down, to li
Andrian POV Six Months LaterThe world had moved on.People carried on with their lives, the city bustled like it always did, and Rufus' empire together with all the assets had long since been divided among greedy hands, swallowed by vultures disguised as loyal friends and business partners.Well, ever since the arrest.I sighed for what felt like a hundred times this morning. I looked through the window, envious of the way people went about their normal daily lives. Moving on with their lives.Unaware of the lonely and broken heart, that was still stuck in the past.For me, time had stopped six months ago, on that blood-stained floor, with Alex's limp body in my arms, his breath shallow , as his life continued to seep out. That was the day my own world shattered into nothingness.I stood by the large window of my penthouse, staring blankly at the city below. The skyline of Manchester stretched endlessly, lights flickering like stars against the night, but it all felt so... empty, so
Alex pov It was as if everything had stopped, even time itself, had freezed. But it was more of the calm, before the storm. I mentaĺly counted down from 3,2,1… Before all hell was let loose. But the thing was that I was not there when it did. I was still in a trance, from watching andrian throw the key to the hungry monsters before I felt myself being dragged out of the room in a hurry. The sound of gunshots firing behind our back, echoed throughout the building. “Common keep up, if you want to live” andrian words reached me, but I was not making sense of it all. Nothing that has happened in the past 20 hours made sense. But one thing that made sense is that I have failed as the heir to my fathers legacy. No matter how it turned out, the truth still remained that the key is now with one of the evil monsters, and the secret wealth of my father would be plunged all because I was stupid enough to fall for a boy. “Leave me alone” I suddenly said, stopping myself from being dragge
Alex pov The world was closing in on me. I felt like I would vomit, but every time I wanted to do so, nothing came out.I was devastated as an understatement. I was crushed both mentally and otherwise. i couldn't believe that Andrian was demanding a share in whatever wealth that was hidden in the Davidson save.Was this his way of doing back? After I abandoned him again on the island. But I had no choice.They had made sure I didn't involve anybody, even andrian.But seeing andrian standing there negotiating with the evil people, I could not help but ask what I had done wrong.“Why?”It was not too loud or directly directed to a specific person in particular, but andrian finally looked my way. My heart shook as he looked at me with no emotion in his eyes.“I am sorry, Alex, but I can't stop myself from doing this.” I shook my head, and I was not satisfied with his answer. “We promised each other. I thought we did…” My voice trailed off, cracking at the end.This was my father's mi
Alex povLuke turned dramatically, motioning to the guards near the door.The door swung open again, and two large men dragged someone inside.My heart stopped.Viper.His face was bruised, blood dripping from his forehead, from all the places they had injured him. His hands were bound behind him, his head hung loose at the side, but he raised it up when he heard my voice."No."Panic crashed into me like a tidal wave."Viper!"I called for the second time. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Viper, someone I had known to be all mighty and mysterious, was reduced to this state, barely hanging on for his dear life. his dark eyes flickering to mine before he gave a weak, bloody smirk."Hey, kid." His voice was low and filled with pain.I could barely hear him, but I could still see the unwavering light in his eyes. It has not yet gone off.Luke chuckled."You have a strong and loyal lackey, I must commend. Let’s see how long he lasts, shall we?"The guards threw Viper to the ground