"Fuck you" Bienley muttered angrily while buried in Devon's neck. His irritation grew after realizing how his body betrayed him. He still could feel his body tingling from the ecstasy that Devon's hand had bestowed upon him."You have nothing to be ashamed about it" Devon softly spoke. He remained motionless as he hovered above him. Bienley was fully aware that he had no one to blame, particularly Devon, but his new knowledge about himself is beginning to terrify him.He is enamored with a man's touch and it has aroused something within him that he is unable to comprehend fully."I, too, was terrified when I realized I desired not only girls, but also men. It was a nightmare," Devon said, trying to calm him down.He carefully lay down next to Beinley, refusing to let go. His arms are securely wrapped around him, holding him close. "At first, I was in denial. I played with girls even more, but it did not stop the intrusive ideas I had about guys." He added, chuckling bitterly."Not
"Have you contacted the guy Madame Zora asked you to bring home?" Dex asked after taking a gulp of his beer. "Nah, the contact number is still in my inbox. Haven't checked it yet" Devon whispered while raking his fingers through his hair. After their steamy moment this morning, Bienley left after breakfast. He was relieved he didn't insist on ravaging his ass. He could not have a painful butt while he planned to meet with his friends.They are in their private hangout, and though it's still early, they already started drinking their booze. "So what's with you and the Casanova?" Lucas casually asked what their other friends are also curious to know about. "Boyfriends" Devon faintly chuckled, making his friends exchanged meaningful gazes."He agreed?" Dex arched a brow."Yes" he nodded. "When did you get interested in exclusive dating, Von?""Does this mean you will stop playing?"He was immediately swamped with inquiries, but he took his time drinking his beer."At the moment, no
Bienley watched Devon stepping out of the bathroom, attired merely in his boxers, his magnificent form unveiled before his captivated eyes.He relish in the sight of his chiseled washboard abs and the taut v-shaped muscle that tapered downward.As a man, the treasure hidden within his black boxers is ordinarily a familiar sight to him, but seeing it in Devon brought his sanity to the brink of being compromised. "Enjoying the view?"Devon's teasing voice diverted his focus away from the delicate hairs that trailed lower till they disappeared at the waistband of his boxers."Yes, I do," Bienley replied, looking up to meet his amused gaze."It's all yours. Perks of being boyfriends" Devon spread his arms, appearing to offer himself to him.Bienley arched his brow and said nothing. His gaze followed him as he joined him on the bed. As he get settled next to him, a fresh and relaxing scent of lavender assailed his senses."I love lavender" Bienley whispered while snuggled with Devon."Me,
Bienley's most anticipated day has arrived, the start of school. "Hello, cutie""Hi, Bienley. We haven't had a date yet, I am from Economics Department""It's really Bienley Cullen? The Casanova?""So the rumors are true. He enrolled in KD University this year?""I can not believe the Casanova is going to be our schoolmate. He is gorgeous""Bienley, here's my number" one of the girls handed him her phone, but he continued walking without sparing her a glance."Bienley, here's my QR. Just scan it" another girl tried to catch up, but he disregarded her, just like the first girl.Josh and Kit shared a meaningful glance before turning to look at Bienley. He has not paid attention to any of the girls who have approached him since they arrived."Gorgeous girls are everywhere," Kit said, intently observing his face."Hmm..." he nodded, but kept his gaze straight ahead."Have you picked your first target?" Josh teasingly nudged him."Nah, they all looked the same. That's kinda boring" he shr
Bienley is still deeply reflecting on the shock he felt when his gaze met a pair of gray orbs. For a brief moment, their gazes connect and interact even from a distance.The man he has spent the last three days and nights with is on stage with his high profile family. Seeing Devon in a blue engineering jacket and knowing they are schoolmates is quite exhilarating. He looked gorgeous with the jacket, but of course, he preferred seeing him naked. Bienley broke out from their locked gazes and looked down to collect himself. He is overwhelmed by the sudden, unexplainable emotions brought on by the realization. The inauguration has begun, but Bienley is no longer paying attention to what is taking place on stage. He is so deep in his thoughts.Who is Devon? Is he the known fierce gang leader or the lover he had spent making love with these past days? Although until now, he had been intrigued as to why they had not gone all the way. Devon is unexpectedly prudent than he had expected.De
Carlisle watched the interaction between his brother and Bienley Cullen, and he couldn't help but be astonished.His brother has the shortest temper and is the most stubborn among the three of them. Even their parents had given up on him, but seeing him get thwacked by a pale, frail-looking guy is exhilarating.Bienley appeared embarrassed when he realized he was being watched, but he showed no remorse for what he did.Carlisle's fascination grew as he observed Devon grip Bienley's arm and implore him with his gaze. Devon was never indulgent, much less begging.He is intrigued by Bienley Cullen and wishes to learn more about his significance to his brother, Devon.The fact that Devon introduced him to their mother speaks everything about their relationship.Is his brother implying that he will be bringing a son-in-law soon?With the smitten look he cast Bienley Cullen, it could be a huge possibility. And knowing Devon, he could bet he will never let go of the beautiful guy. He only h
"Bienley...baby" his trembling hands attempted to reach out for Bienley, but he was terrified.He got so jelaous and lost his temper. Everything happened so quickly that he was not able to restrain himself."I am sorry," Devon's voice quivered, his palm balled firmly into a fist. He bowed his head, attempting to compose himself from the gut-wrenching guilt he was experiencing at the time.How could he make amends and make Bienley believe he will never repeat the same mistake again? How could he have allowed himself to be physically violent toward Bienley?"Baby..." despite his reluctance and fear, Devon gathered Bienley into his embrace. His guilt worsened when he felt Bienley, trembling. He tightens his arm around Bienley, but he continues to shake, as if his touch was a reminder of all the anguish he had inflicted. Devon's heart ached with a remorse so deep that it felt like a physical weight pressing down on him, and he silently swore to himself that he would do whatever it took
"I will send you to your faculty" Devon told Bienley the next morning as they ate breakfast."Just drop me at my dorm and I will just hitch with Josh" Bienley replied casually."I am your boyfriend, and I will be the one to send you to school and bring you back home," Devon firmly murmured, causing Bienley to arch his brow at him questioningly."But it will take more of your time. You also have an early class, right?" Bienley snorted, appalled by his stubbornness"Then you will bring the car. I will take the bike" Devon commanded, staring straight into his eyes. Bienley, noticing the seriousness in his face, decided not to debate anymore. Knowing Devon, he will find a way to get him to agree."Fine" he let out a sigh. Seeing his acquiescence, Devon subtly smirk. They continued to eat in comfortable silence and quickly prepared to leave. They went to the parking at the basement where a black car and a black bike were already waiting. Bienley came to a halt and shook his head when
"Fin"The moment Bella's gaze laid on the humble house where her father and son had made their home, a rush of emotion welled within her. Tears brimmed in her eyes, spilling over and cascading down her cheeks in a silent testament to the depth of her feelings. The modest abode stood before her like a living, breathing memoir of the simple life they'd led. It was a typical house, its every nook and cranny bearing the marks of a simple and hard - working existence. "Father, why did you have to endure such a life? This is worlds apart from the life you were accustomed to," Bella choked out between sobs, her eyes flitting around the room, desperate to absorb every little detail. Bienley, wearing a tender smile, drew his mother closer to him in a warm embrace. "I had the most wonderful childhood right here, mother. The simplicity of our life never felt like a burden. In fact, it was a blessing. Father raised me with an abundance of love, and that was far more valuable than any material
Bienley's grand introduction as the sole heir to the Vanderpool - Guillebeaux empire was nothing short of astonishing. The moment the news broke, it sent shockwaves rippling through the crowd, igniting a wild frenzy."What?""How could this be?""I'd been expecting an heiress, especially with rumors flying that the heir had inherited Madame Bella's stunning beauty.""He's undeniably gorgeous, a perfect male mirror image of Madame Bella Vanderpool.""So, the heir is a man, not a woman?""And he's in a relationship with CEO Devon Dalton, no less."A tidal wave of diverse speculations crashed over the guests as they stared intently at the stage. There, Dr. Bienley Cullen was being tenderly embraced and kissed by CEO Bella Vanderpool. In return, he wrapped his arms around her slender waist with equal affection, their gestures speaking volumes.The simple yet intimate interactions between the rumored heir and his renowned mother seemed to confirm their relationship beyond a shadow of a dou
Carlisle stood with an unreadable expression, his eyes fixed on the seething guests. Their angry mutters filled the air, a chaotic symphony of indignation. "These people have no sense of decorum. All they want is a free meal and a chance to guzzle our drinks," one guest hissed."They need to be put in their place!" another chimed in, her face red with anger."If we don't toss them out, this whole event will be a disaster," a third added, their voice shrill with panic.The enraged guests turned their venomous glares on Bienley. But the young doctor remained unperturbed, meeting their scornful looks with a calm, unwavering gaze. Carlisle took a step forward, his presence commanding. He raised his hand, and the room fell silent, save for the occasional indignant huff. "Ladies and gentlemen, you were invited here for a purpose. Don't squander this opportunity by causing a scene. Keep to yourselves," he said, his voice firm and authoritative. The guests, though reluctant, clamped their
The opulent grand ballroom of Guillebeaux Hotel and Casino blazed with a dazzling radiance. Above, crystal chandeliers shimmered like constellations, their warm, golden glow cascading over the exquisitely attired guests. Waiters glided through the throng, their trays laden with flutes of bubbling champagne and bite-sized, mouthwatering hors d'oeuvres that seemed like edible works of art."Word on the street is that Madame Bella Vanderpool is set to unveil her heir to the world tonight," a clique of affluent women, swathed in designer gowns and dripping with diamond jewelry, tittered among themselves. Their laughter was like the delicate tinkling of fine crystal."Rumor has it that her heir has inherited her ageless allure," one of the women leaned in, her voice a conspiratorial whisper, eyes alight with intrigue."She has a daughter? How on earth has this been kept under wraps?" A collective gasp of astonishment rippled through their tight-knit circle."That's the mystery that has ev
Bienley stared deeply into Bella's teary eyes, where a river of tears cascaded down her cheeks. Her words of unwavering assurance, coupled with the raw pain of anguish that reflects in her gaze, finally unearthed the truth he'd been starved of for far too long."Mama will never, ever abandon you, my precious little Prince. You are the very breath of Mama's life. That faint, flickering hope deep in my heart, the one that whispered someday I'd find you, kept me going, kept me alive through the darkest of days." She traced his face with a yearning touch, as if trying to engrave every contour, every freckle into her memory.Bienley closed his eyes, surrendering to the delicate, feather - light touch of her soft hands. In that moment, this tenuous connection felt like a salve to his broken, battered soul, mending the cracks that had formed over so many lonely years."Mama," Bienley choked out, launching himself into her embrace. His arms wound tightly around her slender waist, and he nest
"Oh my god, Lander!" Bella gasped, the sound tearing from her throat. And then, she was overtaken by another bout of heart-rending sobs. The pain that had been pent up for so long was now erupting in a flood of emotions."Bienley? Are you certain?" Señor Quintana, usually the picture of composure, asked in a voice that betrayed a slight tremor. His once-dull, aged eyes now reflected a tenderness that was rarely seen, as if a long-buried emotion had been unearthed."Yes, grandpa. He looks just like my father. Even though the photo was taken when he was quite young, I could never mistake him for anyone else," Bienley said, trying his best to convince them despite the confusion swirling within him. His words were a mixture of certainty and bewilderment."Oh, god," Damon Quintana looked at his wife, whose expression mirrored his own surprise. The old man closed his eyes tightly, as if in deep, silent prayer. He rubbed his face with both hands, looking utterly tormented, as if the weigh
"Love, I'm right here. Just relax. As long as I'm by your side, no one can harm you," Devon murmured softly into Bienley's ear, sensing the turmoil within him. "I'm so scared," Bienley whispered tremulously, his trembling hands clutching Devon's. Bienley felt a strange numbness wash over him. His head started to pound as he grappled to make sense of the bewildering situation. A storm of conflicting thoughts whirled through his muddled mind, and he had the unsettling sensation of being adrift in a sea of overpowering emotions, with no clear destination in sight."I'm here with you. Whatever this is, we'll face it together," Devon said, drawing Bienley closer and enfolding him in a warm, reassuring embrace.Bienley was secretly glad that he'd allowed Devon to come along when the latter had insisted. Right now, Devon's possessive nature seemed like a blessing.They were then led into a vast room, huddling close to one another as they followed in silence. As they stepped inside, they
Today marked a momentous occasion for Bienley, Josh, and Kit, the young resident doctors at Dalton Medical Center. They had been bestowed with the extraordinary opportunity to attend the highly prestigious medical convention. Amidst the sea of numerous prominent figures within the medical field, they felt a sense of humble pride, finding themselves rubbing shoulders with the greats.Josh and Kit had already made themselves comfortable at their assigned table. Their eyes darted around the venue, wide with wonder as they took in the sheer opulence and grandeur that surrounded them. The very fact that they were here still felt like a dream, a surreal experience that they could scarcely believe. The three - day event unfolded like a dazzling tapestry of medical discoveries. One groundbreaking revelation after another was presented, leaving the audience spellbound. Each new insight was like a precious gem, adding to the collective wisdom of the medical community. Josh couldn't shake t
"Dr. Cullen, for you," came a soft, dulcet voice. Bienley, in the midst of his rounds in the bustling emergency room, turned towards the sound. What greeted his eyes was nothing short of unexpected.A tiny figure, scarcely reaching four feet in height, stood beside the hospital bed. In her small hands, she held a vibrant bouquet of sunflowers, their bright yellow petals adding a splash of color to the otherwise sterile environment. Her face was a vision of innocence, framed by a halo of soft curls. A sweet smile played on her lips, accentuating the adorable dimples that adorned her cheeks."Thank you for saving my papa," she piped up, her eyes shining with pure admiration as she lifted the bouquet towards Bienley. The words were filled with a child's unbridled gratitude, cutting through the chaos of the emergency room like a warm ray of sunshine."Thank you, Claire. Your papa is doing really well, and he'll be able to go home for a few days," Bienley replied with a gentle smile as