Matthew's POV
I let Adrain fall on the couch like a bag of rice and went for the door and locked it. When I was sure it was well locked and no one could come in, I turned back to him. A smile tugged on my lips as I watched him all helpless and defenseless before me. "Never thought you'd imagine this day" a smirk plastered on my lips. This day, I will forever hold in mind. The day I ruined the great Adrain Throne and reduced him to nothing. "Today, you will scream and beg me to go easy on you but you know what? I won't...I will do exactly what you did to Lily, I will break you in the hardest and roughest way and you, will be at my mercy" My friends weren't the only ones that had plans, I did too. I pulled out a herb from my jacket, I was told it helped to stimulate sexual urges. Some people call it aphrodisiac incense but whatever the name is, I want nothing but a result. I placed it on a cigarette plate, brought out my lighter and lit it. The smoke was small at first but as it burned, it started spreading in the room. I went ahead and closed all the windows to make sure the scent stays in. I turned my attention to the sleeping man on the couch, my heart swollen knowing tonight is the end of him. Whatever will happen here will destroy him entirely and his good image will be nothing but a past. A frown immediately settled on my face when I saw him move, how can that be? The drug they gave him can't wear out so soon, he's supposed to be knocked out throughout the night. Panic began to crawl into my bones as I watched him sit up, his eyes darted around the room as if searching for someone and then, it fell on me. I held myself instinctively. And clenched my fist. How on earth can this be? It must be a dream, a nightmare I will wake up to realize it never happened. "As I thought" his deep voice vibrates, his eyes staring back at me like he's known it all along. "You really wanted this" He stood up, his fingers skillfully started undoing his sleeves before moving to his shirt. He took it off, revealing his appealing chest. Shit! Why the hell did I say that? There's absolutely nothing appealing about him. Maybe it's the aphrodisiac incense making me think such. I bit my inner lips when he frowned at me, "why don't I feel anything?" He glanced to where the incense was burning, this isn't strong enough. He opened the small draw and brought out something, almost dark or deep brown, I don't know. He lit it and placed it next to the other one. "This one is stronger, it will turn you on so well" the smile that tugged on his lips made my stomach coiled in disgust. It failed. The perfect thing I thought I had. I couldn't stand him, not for another second. "A few seconds to go," Adrain said, glancing at his wrist watch before he took it off. "This won't let my hands roam your body" he winked at me and I felt like puking my intestines. "Whatever you are planning, it won't work" I began walking to the door. Strangely, he didn't try to stop me. "Plan? I wouldn't say that if I were you, I never planned anything but you did". "And you can't walked away now" His words were like a dark spell, that's if I'm not wrong. Because all of a sudden, I felt darkness dawning on me, almost throwing me to the floor. Shit! "What have you done to me?" I growled, anger snapping in my veins. "Done to you? Nah, I should be the one asking you that" Adrain gives a half shrug, I watched him walk to the bed. My hands were on the wall as I struggled to keep myself standing. There's nothing he'll say and I'll believe he's done something to me. Maybe that thing he burned, maybe that's what is making me drowsy. "What the fuck did you burn?" I growled again. "Nothing different from what you burnt, it will heighten our sexual urge so we can have the night for ourselves" he winked again and this time, I wanted nothing to to punch away that smile on his face. "Fuck you" I cursed "That, I will do tonight" Adrian's tone was sarcastic and fuck, I hate it with passion. "Ah, yes...I added a little something to your drink, just like you did to mine" He didn't need to say a word, I knew he was responsible for whatever is going on with me. "You weren't the only one playing this game, had the upper hand the moment your friend bargained for you to be let into the bar" Adrian sounded so proud of himself. Even though I was drowsy, I didn't want to give in just yet. And that son of a bitch, I will deal with him...but, not now. I need to find a way to get out of this mess. Adrian's laughter erupted in the room, "and you let your guard down over a drink, who does that?" "You" I growled. How dare he laugh at me whereas he did the same. "Hmm, did I? Oh, I did, but with a plan of course" he settled on the bed. "What your nerdy friend offered me, that was all planned, I had my men sell it to them. It knocks one off only for ten minutes whereas yours, its effect comes when you least expected" Damnit, I knew I was done for. His bastard knew all along and decided to play along. What a twist of fate. "You'd be damned tonight"Adrian was enough for his victory over me. Again, I lost to him. How pathetic am I? Just when I thought it wouldn't get any worse, I started feeling hot all of a sudden, panting and sweating. Like a mad dog, I tore open my clothes, desperate for some freshness. "Heat" I muttered, taking off everything on me. I needed air, I needed something cold to calm down this heat in me. "It's working, the incense" I ignored Adrian's voice, nothing tears me apart than the hotness I was feeling. Then, the hotness changed to something different. I grabbed my pants, my hands over my now erected dick as I struggled not to stroke it. I was turned on, so high that it felt like I would die if I stayed a second longer. "You are aroused" Adrian's voice was like he was from a mile away. I wanted nothing but to please myself. I slid my hand into my pants and began stroking myself. I couldn't take it anymore but it did more harm than good. "You can't do it alone, let me help you" My eyes snapped open, wild as I stared at him. My chest climbed up the mouth and down the valley in the fastest rhythm ever. Our gaze locked, and I swear, I saw more than my satisfaction in his eyes. I saw him giving me heaven and earth in a flash second. I moaned out. He smiled, "you want it, yeah" he leaned down and captured my lips for a kiss. I kissed him back with all the hunger I could mutter. I wasn't gay, neither was I bisexual. Kissing a man has never been a thing for me to consider, but kissing Adrain now drowned away my thoughts and let my mind float in space full of nothing but stars. Why the fuck would I like him kissing me? He kisses so well, like a pro that he was. Shit, I'm praising him, what's wrong with me? I wanted to object, I wanted to pull away. I wanted to hate this but everything in me said a completely different thing. I didn't know what was happening and only found myself fallen on the bed. The air that brushed my lips when I and Adrain separated from the kiss made my stomach growl in anger. I wanted more, more of him and everything he has to offer. "Wait a second," Adrain said and walked over to the camera. My mind was a complete mess. I couldn't think of anything but my needs "I can't wait any longer" I cried and touched myself, trailing my hands down my body to show how desperate I was. Whatever Adrain did was his business, but the second he walked to the bed, I grabbed him and pulled him down "Hold on" Adrain grabbed both my hands and pinned it over my head on the bed. It was like my world was coming to an end "Tell me what you want!" Adrian's voice, line a siren song, awakening the roughest ungodly part of me that I never knew existed. "Touch me" my voice whispered filled with silent pleas. Desperate for something more than what he was giving me.Matthew's POV It felt like a new beginning, as I stretched out my hands yawning at the now fresh bright morning staring at me. Last night was a tug of war and I'm sure I did complete my mission.My eyes snapped open at that thought, I jumped out of the bed only to cry in pain. My butt hurts, like...Damnit! What just happened?I couldn't believe anything, whatever my mind was telling me. It can't be me right? It's him.It's supposed to be Adrain feeling this pain, not me. I was the one to do all these things to him.Then, the memories of last night came flooding my head, he's got me. Just right where he was supposed to be but it just didn't work as planned. That bastard always has to win in the end. It's a shame how many times I've been trying to get him to beg for my mercy only for me to end up begging.On the bed where we knew clothes. I'm sure he much have kept them for me but fuck him, I won't wear it.I forced myself to walk, I grabbed my clothes on the floor only to see how t
Matthew's POV I hated the way Adrian looked at me, that irritating smirk on his face making me want to punch it away.With gritted teeth, I rolled my eyes at him and turned to face my dad."What’s so serious about what you want to talk to me about?" I paused before adding, "You’ve never been one to involve me in your business.""This isn’t my business, Matthew," Dad growled.I gave him a half-shrug. There was nothing he could say to convince me otherwise. All of this was his business—it benefited no one but him."This is about our family and—" He stopped, cutting himself off before he could say something that might expose him.Letting out a heavy sigh, his voice softened."There’s a problem."I frowned, confusion and unease building inside me."Mr. Adrian can’t marry your sister anymore."That was what he called a problem? This was good news. Something worth celebrating.My heart pounded with excitement. This—this was the best news I’d had so far. Did this mean my efforts had finally
"You should have been working beside me, but I guess I'll find someone else," he said, turning to face me. His expression was cold, unreadable. "When I discovered what your slutty sister did, I feared everything I had built—everything I planned—had crumbled. But then, surprisingly, Adrian seemed interested in you."He paused, studying me with mild amusement."I wonder why he saw you," he mused. "But whatever the case, I'm glad the deal is still on. And you, my son, will take your sister’s place.""No," I interjected, my voice shaking but firm. "Never. I won’t do it, Dad. I won’t be what you want me to be."I forced myself off the floor, my body aching from the weight of his expectations."I'm not my sister. I don’t cower in fear or cry my eyes out. I am a man, and I will defend myself from you. I won’t marry that devil, and I won’t let you, a greedy bastard, dictate my life!" The words rushed out, sharp and unfiltered. "And if you think you've done enough for me, then stop. I’ll pay y
There was no mercy in his eyes, no warmth—only the cold satisfaction of a man reveling in his own success."Stop. I'll do it." The words left me like a jagged lump forced from my throat, scraping and cutting on their way out.Was this what I wanted? To be his puppet, his stepping stone to greatness? No.But what choice did I have?I glanced at my sister—her fragile frame slumped in the chair, her wrists raw from the restraints, her skin sickly pale under the dim light. Even unconscious, she looked like she was in pain, her face twisted in a silent nightmare she couldn't escape. And maybe she never would.If I didn't act now, the consequences would be irreversible.Saving her cost me everything—my freedom, my peace, my happiness.And yet, if given the choice again, would I do it?Yes.Because if I didn't, no one else would. Because the thought of a world without her—without her stubbornness, her laughter, her constant nagging—was unbearable. I'd rather suffer under my father’s thumb, c
I stood in the middle of the grand yet suffocating room, dressed in a pristine white suit. Ordinarily, I would have admired how well it fit me, how the fabric sat perfectly against my frame, exuding a kind of effortless elegance I usually took pride in. But today wasn’t an ordinary day. Today, nothing felt right.Because today was the day I was getting engaged to that bastard, Adrian.The very engagement I had fought to free my sister from had now become my own personal prison. No, not just a prison—a pit. A deep, dark abyss where my fate had been sealed, and there was no escaping it. My heart pounded against my ribcage, a relentless hammering that made my breath come short and uneven. I wasn't forced into this, not physically. No one held a gun to my head or dragged me here against my will. But was it truly free will when the alternative was unthinkable? When a single refusal could cost me someone I loved?From the left corner of the room, my father stood, watching me. Smiling. Like
“What?” I blurted, confusion slamming into me like a freight train, knocking the air from my lungs.My father’s hand clamped down on my shoulder, his fingers digging in like claws, sharp and unyielding. He twisted, his grip merciless, sending a sharp jolt of pain through my body. I bit back a whimper, forcing it down my throat, but he heard it—he always did. A slow smirk curled at the edges of his lips, satisfaction gleaming in his cold eyes. He relished this. The reminder that he owned me.“You know how kids are these days.” He let out a dry, humorless laugh, his grip tightening just enough to drive his point home. A warning. His fingers pressed against bone, his nails biting into my skin. Behave.I kept my expression blank, refusing to let him see how hard my heart pounded against my ribs. This wasn’t part of the deal. I was supposed to get engaged in my sister’s place—not be forced to move in with my mortal enemy.A thick silence wrapped around the room, the tension nearly suffocat
The words slipped from my lips before I could stop them. "What is it?" The question was instinctive, a reflex born out of something I couldn't even name, a desperate hope that something would break the tension in the air, something that would give me clarity. Or maybe I was just expecting a simple greeting—a "hello" would have sufficed.His eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that made my heart thrum erratically, but he didn’t respond right away. His gaze lingered on me, as if he was calculating something beneath the surface. For a moment, I thought maybe he would say something, anything, that might make sense of the strange discomfort gnawing at me. But he only took a step back, his voice barely whispering, "Nothing."Nothing? That’s it?A fire ignited inside me. I couldn't help it. I was furious. Was he seriously pulling this kind of joke on me? Did he think I was here to entertain his games? Did he think I would just accept this silence, this mockery? My fists clenched, the mus
The mansion loomed before me, an imposing fortress of glass and steel. Even from the outside, it reeked of money—obnoxious, in-your-face wealth. Typical of Adrian. The man never needed to say a word; his riches did the talking for him.I stood there, arms crossed, staring at the sheer size of the place. It was far bigger than I had expected, swallowing up the surrounding landscape like a beast. My jaw clenched. This was a mistake.The sharp slam of a car door snapped me from my thoughts. Adrian. His presence alone was enough to make my teeth grind. He approached, his pace unhurried, as if he had all the time in the world. I refused to acknowledge him, keeping my eyes fixed ahead.He was so fucking annoying. If I could strangle him and get away with it, I would.Unfortunately, that was just a fantasy.“You coming?” His voice was flat, indifferent, like he couldn’t care less whether I followed or not.I didn’t answer. I already knew this arrangement would do me more harm than good. But
Matthew's POV Adrian sank heavily onto the couch, his breath coming in sharp, uneven gasps, his eyes already burning with a hunger that eclipsed everything else. It wasn’t just desire—it was something darker, something primal. And I could feel it, too, swirling inside me, pulling me toward him like gravity. I followed his lead, my legs slipping around his waist as I straddled him, the heat of his body colliding with mine in a rush that set every nerve on fire. Our bodies slammed together like two storms, tearing through each other, both of us desperate to be pulled apart and stitched back together in a single, violent union.There was no room for hesitation. No time for restraint. Our lips crashed together, urgently, demanding, a collision of fire and needed to obliterate everything else. The outside world vanished in that instant, leaving only the raw, undeniable truth: nothing mattered but this, nothing could ever matter more.We kissed like the earth was ending. Like the world had
I no longer cared about the world outside that room—or the chaos clawing at the back of my mind, screaming for attention like a neglected child. Let it scream. Let it howl. Its voice was a distant echo now, fading into irrelevance. I used to live in that noise. I used to drown in it, second-guessing every impulsive choice, every reckless breath that felt too wild, too fast, too dangerous to be mine. I used to ask myself if I was spiraling.But not anymore.Tonight, I didn’t need clarity. I didn’t want a reason.I wanted this.I wanted him.The air between us pulsed with something raw, something unspoken and untamed. The dim lighting draped the room in golden shadows, blurring the harshness of our sins until they almost looked beautiful. His mouth found mine like it was always meant to—urgent, rough, aching. There was no grace in our kiss, no gentle prelude. It was a collision. Violent. Unapologetic. It tasted like desperation and heat and a thousand broken promises we didn't care to f
Matthew's POV "You misjudged us," Lily said all of a sudden, her voice cutting through the silence like a blade. I frowned, thrown off completely.I was still trying to wrap my head around the fact that I might be gay—or at least not straight. Whatever label I was supposed to wear, I wasn’t ready for it. And now here she was, throwing in another curveball that only tangled up my already twisted thoughts."Just like you, I too am in a state of dilemma," she said, pausing for a breath, her eyes flickering with something soft—regret, maybe. "I wasn't sure at first, but after kissing Adrian... and then kissing you... I'm more than certain now."She swallowed, a faint smile tugging at the corner of her mouth."I like her."My frown deepened. The hell is she talking about? And like who?"Jennie, you slow wink... don't get all worked up," she teased.Then it hit me.Realization crashed into me like a wave slapping across the face. My eyes widened, and I blinked slowly."You like girls?" I a
The night spun out of control in the most unexpected way. As I lay there, the remnants of our heated passion clung to my mind. It felt surreal—yet deeply satisfying—as if I had crossed a line I never imagined I would. And somehow, I didn’t regret it. Adrian and I had never gone that far. We fought, hurled insults, pushed each other’s buttons—but this? This changed everything. It wasn’t just a kiss or even the raw, uninhibited sex. It was the fact that, for once, I was sober. And I wanted it. That truth slammed into me like a freight train. The feeling felt so unfamiliar. I’d always claimed to be straight. Women have always been my preference. I built my life around that certainty. But in those moments with Adrian, my resolve crumbled, slipping away like sand through my fingers. I didn’t understand it. It wasn’t supposed to happen—especially not like this. But the second his lips touched mine, I craved him with a hunger I couldn’t explain. I remembered how he kissed me—better than
Matthew's POV Confusion struck me like a thunderstorm erupting in the middle of a sunlit afternoon—unexpected, brutal, and relentless. It crashed over me, flooding my sanity, blurring the lines between what I knew and what I thought I knew. One moment, everything made sense. Next, I was drowning in betrayal, every breath harder than the last. My feet refused to move, rooted to the floor like I’d turned to stone. I watched them—Adrian and Lily—wrapped in a moment that should’ve never existed. A living, breathing portrait of everything I feared.His hand brushed hers.So simple. So damning.When Adrian’s gaze collided with mine through the crowd, my lungs clenched, useless. He didn’t look away fast enough to spare me the devastation, nor long enough to explain himself. But even that fraction of a second stole the air from my chest. The world shrank to nothing but the sound of blood roaring in my ears, like a tidal wave crashing inward.He didn't flinch. He didn’t hesitate. He just turn
I wasn’t prepared for the wave of familiarity that crashed over me the moment I stepped into the event hall. It hit hard—like a tide I didn’t see coming. The soft lighting overhead casts a golden hue across the room, making everything feel strangely dreamlike. Faces I hadn’t seen in years filled the space, some aged by time’s quiet touch, others still clinging to the same goofy, untamed energy they wore in high school. The smell of perfume and cologne mingled with the faint scent of polished floors and catered appetizers, adding to the sensory overload.Laughter rang out from various corners, a backdrop to the hum of overlapping conversations and the occasional cheer erupting from those sudden, emotional reunions. It felt surreal—like I had walked into a memory that had been playing on repeat somewhere far back in my mind, and now, suddenly, I was living in it.I stood there, rooted in place, caught off guard by how easily the past had found me. I knew, on paper, that this event was a
I froze mid-step, heart seizing with a sudden, unexpected pang of guilt.It clawed through me out of nowhere—the realization that I hadn’t spoken to any of my friends in what felt like forever. Not just days. Weeks, maybe. Time had blurred together, slipping past while I’d been caught up in my own mess. I hadn’t noticed how far I’d drifted, how silent I’d become. And now, the silence wasn’t just mine—it had infected everything.What if they thought I’d abandoned them? Ignored them on purpose? Worse—what if they were angry? Hurt?A coil of panic tightened in my chest as I snatched my phone from where it lay buried under a twisted mess of sheets and blankets on my unmade bed. The screen lit up harshly, and I squinted at the brightness, blinking against the sting. My thumb moved quickly, muscle memory guiding me straight to the group chat.Silence.A wide, empty silence. Like stepping into a room after a fight—thick, tense, and echoing with unspoken things.Matthew: Group is dead silent.
Matthew's POV As soon as the car came to a halt, Adrian stepped out without a word. The door closed behind him with a dull, final click that seemed to echo louder than it should’ve. I didn’t move. I stayed rooted in place, my gaze fixed blankly on the dashboard, the soft glow of the controls blurring as my thoughts spiraled. My hands lay loosely clasped in my lap, unmoving, almost lifeless. A knot of confusion tightened in my chest, thick and unrelenting.Had I said something wrong? Something that pushed him away?I tried to trace the thread backward, hunting for the moment when the shift occurred—the second his mood had changed, when the air in the car grew colder, heavier. But nothing screamed out. No harsh words. No sarcasm. Nothing but an invisible wall that had suddenly risen between us, silent and immovable.The silence pressed in, heavy and suffocating, like a weighted blanket I hadn’t asked for. It sat on my shoulders, in my lungs, in my bones. My mind looped the last part of
I slid into the car and shut the door behind me, the soft click echoing a little too loudly in the quiet. The atmosphere inside felt... different. Heavy. Stifling, even. My hands fumbled over my lap as I settled into the seat, trying to look composed, but the truth was far from it. The silence between us wasn’t comfortable; it wasn’t the kind you slip into with someone you trust. No—this silence had sharp edges, pressing against my skin, suffocating me inch by inch. On ordinary days, I wouldn’t have given a damn. I’d have cracked a joke, leaned back, and ignored whatever tension lingered in the air. But right now? My heart was beating like a warning drum, and I couldn’t keep my mind from spiraling. A born flirt. A professional heartbreaker. My jaw tightened, the muscle twitching as I stared at him. If he kissed me like that—so deep, so sure, like I was the only one that mattered—how many others had tasted those lips before me? How many girls had been pulled into that orbit only t