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Riley’s POVThe room was quiet now, a sanctuary after the turbulence of the day. I had unpacked most of my things, neatly arranging them in the drawers and closet like I always did—it gave me a sense of control, even if everything else was a chaotic mess. The view from my window was stunning. The city lights of LA sparkled against the backdrop of the night, each one a small fragment of life I wished I could explore. My phone buzzed on the nightstand, the screen lighting up with Eric’s name. I smiled, already anticipating his teasing. “Hey, Eric,” I greeted, answering the call and laying back on the bed. “Riley! Finally! I thought you’d forgotten about me,” Eric said, his tone mock-indignant. I chuckled. “How could I? You’d never let me live it down" I replied with a smile playing on my lips.The conversation flowed easily, as it always did with Eric. He wanted to know everything—how the trip was going, how the city looked, what the hotel was like. “Well,” I began, “the
Jaxon’s POV(An Hour Ago)The night was silent, but my thoughts were anything but. I paced my room, unable to shake the gnawing irritation that had been building since the plane ride. Every time I tried to focus on the city skyline outside, my mind dragged me back to Riley. Why this was happening became a complete mystery to me and I wanted it to stop as soon as possible.Something about him unsettled me in ways I couldn’t explain—or maybe I just didn’t want to. Unable to resist the urge, I grabbed my phone and dialed the extension to his room. It rang and rang, but no one answered. My jaw tightened. What was he doing? I tried to brush it off, telling myself I was overreacting, but after a few more minutes, I found myself standing outside Riley’s door. I knocked sharply, my irritation bleeding into my movements. I had expected him to come to the door almost immediately but despite knocking severally, there was still no answer. I knocked again, harder this time. Still nothi
Riley POV“How can one man be so annoying?” I asked, leaning against the breakroom counter, arms crossed tightly over my chest. My best friend, Chloe, nodded sympathetically, though her eyes were glued to the scene unfolding outside the large office window. Jaxon Steele, our boss and resident tyrant, was doing what he did best—tearing someone down.“You’d think with all that money, he could at least afford some decency,” Chloe muttered, pushing a strand of her blonde hair behind her ear as she watched in disbelief. I shook my head. "Decency and Jaxon don’t belong in the same sentence. He’s all arrogance and cruelty" I said with disdain obvious in my voice.We both stared as Jaxon’s deep, commanding voice echoed across the office floor. The poor guy he was ripping into—Eric from accounting—stood there shaking, his face turning redder by the second. Jaxon was relentless, his tall, muscular frame towering over Eric like a lion about to devour its prey.I hated him. Every fiber of my
Jaxon POVI stood there, fists clenched, jaw tight. Riley’s wide, panicked eyes darted between me and the half-closed door of the restroom, as Eric ran out without so much as a backward glance. Pathetic.Riley’s mouth opened and closed like a fish gasping for air. "I—I’m sorry, Mr. Steele, I didn’t mean to—"“Shut up,” I snapped, the sound of my voice cutting through his stammering. My patience was gone, burnt up by the embarrassment of being interrupted before I’d even had the chance to finish.Damn it.The thrill that had surged through me moments ago was replaced with a wave of cold, hard anger.Eric hadn’t even stayed to finish what he’d started. Coward.I gritted my teeth, turning away from Riley for a second, trying to calm the burning rage beneath my skin. My hands moved fast as I tugged my trousers back on, zipping them up with more force than necessary.I could feel Riley’s eyes on me, and when I glanced up, I caught him staring. Right at my still-hard cock.I raised an ey
Riley POVI lay in my bed, staring up at the ceiling, unable to shake the events from earlier that day.It was ridiculous, really, how my mind kept replaying the scene in the restroom. I should be disgusted, angry even—angry at Jaxon for humiliating yet another employee and then getting off on their misery. But my thoughts kept circling back to what I saw. Jaxon. In that stall. His perfectly sculpted body exposed. The way his muscles flexed, the anger etched across his face as he zipped up his trousers, still erect, like nothing had happened. Like I hadn’t seen the whole thing.And God, that body. My stomach tightened just thinking about it.His cock—large, thick—definitely not something I had expected from someone as cold and vicious as him. And yet, there I was, thinking about it.I shifted uncomfortably, squeezing my eyes shut in frustration. "Why the hell am I thinking about Jaxon’s dick?"I never would’ve pegged him as gay. Not with the numerous beautiful women I’d seen enter
Jaxon POVI stared across the table at the one person I never imagined would be sitting there—Riley Lawson. Of all people, him?"What are you doing here?," I growled, narrowing my eyes at him. He looked just as shocked as I felt, his expression a mixture of confusion and disbelief."What the hell are you doing here?" I demanded once again, folding my arms across my chest. "This is my table. I'm meeting someone."Riley blinked a few times, trying to find his words.His cheeks were already flushed, whether from embarrassment or something else, I couldn’t be sure."I-I’m meeting someone too," he stammered, tugging at the hem of his shirt like he was trying to shrink into himself. "They told me to sit here. Table 5."My stomach twisted, the pieces clicking into place far too quickly for my liking.The guy I had been chatting with on the dating app. The one I’d been exchanging messages with for weeks now. Could it really be…?"Wait." I leaned forward, my eyes narrowing further. "What’s yo
Riley POVI couldn’t sit still. My leg bounced under the desk as I continuously tapped away at my keyboard, but my mind was far from focused on work. The events of last night replayed in my head.Running into Jaxon—my boss—at that fancy restaurant, the horrifying realization that we’d been chatting on that app for weeks… And the things I’d said.I cringed just thinking about it.Sluttycumbottom12.I wanted to bury myself under the office floor just remembering those humiliating conversations.But what was worse than the shame? The fear that Jaxon would fire me. The way I’d stormed out of that restaurant, insulting him in the process… who was I kidding?This was Jaxon we were talking about—he didn’t take well to being disrespected.And now, I was sure I’d be out of a job before lunchtime. My heart raced at the thought.I needed this job. Rent wasn’t going to pay itself, and I had bills stacking up as high as the skyscrapers surrounding our office.Every time the elevator opened, I f
Riley's POV "I agree" I replied reluctantly. "I'll do as you say."As I stared at the ground, a storm of emotions swirled inside me: shame, anger, helplessness. This wasn’t a choice; it was survival. I hated every bit of my decision, yet I had no other choice. Losing my job wasn’t an option, not with the crushing weight of rent and bills hanging over my head. I had worked too hard to let Jaxon ruin it all, yet here I was, at the mercy of a man who took pleasure in watching others squirm."Good decision," Jaxon said with a smug grin, leaning back in his chair. He crossed one leg over the other, folding his arms in that infuriatingly arrogant way he always did. "Though I’m honestly not surprised. You’ve always struck me as someone who knew his place."I clenched his fists behind my back, hiding them from Jaxon's view. I could feel my nails digging into my palms as I forced myself to keep my expression calm. I didn't have the luxury to express my true feelings, not now. I tried to
Jaxon’s POV(An Hour Ago)The night was silent, but my thoughts were anything but. I paced my room, unable to shake the gnawing irritation that had been building since the plane ride. Every time I tried to focus on the city skyline outside, my mind dragged me back to Riley. Why this was happening became a complete mystery to me and I wanted it to stop as soon as possible.Something about him unsettled me in ways I couldn’t explain—or maybe I just didn’t want to. Unable to resist the urge, I grabbed my phone and dialed the extension to his room. It rang and rang, but no one answered. My jaw tightened. What was he doing? I tried to brush it off, telling myself I was overreacting, but after a few more minutes, I found myself standing outside Riley’s door. I knocked sharply, my irritation bleeding into my movements. I had expected him to come to the door almost immediately but despite knocking severally, there was still no answer. I knocked again, harder this time. Still nothi
Riley’s POVThe room was quiet now, a sanctuary after the turbulence of the day. I had unpacked most of my things, neatly arranging them in the drawers and closet like I always did—it gave me a sense of control, even if everything else was a chaotic mess. The view from my window was stunning. The city lights of LA sparkled against the backdrop of the night, each one a small fragment of life I wished I could explore. My phone buzzed on the nightstand, the screen lighting up with Eric’s name. I smiled, already anticipating his teasing. “Hey, Eric,” I greeted, answering the call and laying back on the bed. “Riley! Finally! I thought you’d forgotten about me,” Eric said, his tone mock-indignant. I chuckled. “How could I? You’d never let me live it down" I replied with a smile playing on my lips.The conversation flowed easily, as it always did with Eric. He wanted to know everything—how the trip was going, how the city looked, what the hotel was like. “Well,” I began, “the
Jaxon's POVThe moment I stepped into my hotel suite, I allowed myself a brief sigh of relief. It was as if I had just returned from a long journey and I needed to rest my body, as well as my mind, from the gruelling ordeal I had endured on the way.The space was nothing short of magnificent—floor-to-ceiling windows that offered an unparalleled view of Los Angeles, a sprawling king-sized bed adorned with crisp, white linens, and sleek, modern furniture that exuded quiet luxury. If there was one thing my assistant had managed to do right, it was booking this hotel. The city stretched out below me, a glittering tapestry of lights and movement. From this height, it looked almost serene—ironic, considering how chaotic my thoughts were. I loosened my tie and wandered to the windows, letting the cool glass press against my palm. I loved this feeling of brief liberation, even though it felt alien a few moments later.“Not bad,” I muttered to myself, taking in the view. After a few
Riley's POVThe plane’s wheels touched down with a slight jolt, and I couldn’t suppress the smile that stretched across my face as I looked out the window. We were finally out of the air and now in Los Angeles. The city of stars, sprawling beaches, and endless opportunities. Even though I was here for work—and under less-than-ideal circumstances—I couldn’t help but feel a wave of excitement wash over me. It was my first time being here and I almost couldn't control the constant smile plastered on my face.As the plane moved to the gate, I glanced over at Jaxon, seated several rows ahead in first class. His posture was rigid, and he looked as unapproachable as ever. I sighed. If there was one cloud hanging over this otherwise perfect day, it was him. After collecting my carry-on bag, I made my way off the plane and into the bustling terminal. The energy here was electric, the kind of vibrant chaos that only a city like LA could offer. Jaxon and his assistant were already waiti
Jaxon’s POVMy assistant cleared her throat awkwardly, clearly trying to diffuse the situation. “Mr. Steele, Ms. Carver specifically mentioned that Riley would be the best fit for this trip given his involvement in the marketing project. She trusted him to represent the department.” I didn’t look convinced. “There had to be someone else.” “I’m here now,” Riley said, a little sharper. “And I’m not going to back out last minute. This trip is important for the company.” My jaw tightened, my stare boring into him.“This trip doesn’t concern you.” “It does now,” he countered, standing his ground. “Unless you want to waste time finding someone else to replace me. I doubt the plane will wait for that.” For a moment, we both became quiet as we stared down at each other. I was waging an internal battle, my lips pressed so tightly together I thought they might disappear entirely. Finally, I exhaled sharply, my voice low and cold. “Fine. But stay out of my way.” I'm sure the wor
Jaxon’s POVI glanced over at the open suitcase on my bed, half-filled with meticulously folded clothes and travel essentials. Alexis stood at the foot of the bed, rolling her eyes as she refolded a shirt I had just tossed in. “Honestly, Jaxon,” she said with mock exasperation, holding up a pair of socks I’d balled together. “You run a multi-billion-dollar corporation, but you can’t pack a suitcase to save your life.” I let out a low grunt, leaning against the doorframe with my arms crossed. “I didn’t ask for your help, Alexis.” She smirked, unbothered by my tone. “No, but you need it. And you know it.” I sighed, running a hand through my hair. Alexis had been one of the few constants in my life, and while her meddling could be irritating, I couldn’t deny she was right most of the time. As she folded yet another shirt with precision, she glanced up at me. “You’ve been different lately.” I stiffened, my expression hardening. “What are you talking about?” I asked, curio
Riley’s POVEric and I sat together on the couch, the television humming softly in the background, though neither of us was paying attention to it. He had his arm placed casually over my shoulder, his fingers lightly tracing patterns on my skin. “Babe,” Eric started, his tone light but tinged with excitement, “I’ve been thinking. We should go on a vacation.” I shifted slightly, glancing up at him. “A vacation?” “Yeah,” he said, his eyes lighting up. “We both have been through a lot this past couple months. We deserve a break. Just us, somewhere far away.” The thought of a getaway should have thrilled me, but instead, a knot formed in my stomach. A vacation sounded great in theory, but with everything going on in my mind—particularly Jaxon’s distant behavior—I couldn’t see myself enjoying it. “I don’t know if it’s the right time, Eric,” I said hesitantly. “Why not?” he asked, sitting up straighter. “It’s the perfect time. Work has been stressful for you, and I’m tired of
Jaxon’s POVThe conference room was filled with the quiet hum of muted voices and the rustle of papers. I had entered the room with my usual air of authority, followed closely by my personal guards. My gaze swept over the occupants, assessing their presence, before settling momentarily on Riley Matthews. He was setting up the presentation slides, his focus on the task at hand. For a fleeting moment, my chest tightened. Seeing him again after weeks of silence was harder than I expected. He looked different—freer, lighter. And yet, there was still something about him that stirred a deep, inexplicable ache inside me. I forced myself to look away, reminding myself why I had made the decision to end things. As much as I wanted to be a heartless bastard, I wasn't going to destroy the love that I had seen between Eric and Riley. It wouldn't be fair to any of them if I came in-between them just because I felt like having fun.My father, as annoying and evil as he was, had been right a
Riley's POV Weeks had passed since Jaxon had ended our agreement, and I couldn’t deny the newfound sense of freedom. No more annoying messages summoning me at odd hours, no more tense dinners where every word felt like a gamble. No more having to deal with his manipulative and annoying father who was actually just an evil person.It just felt like I had gotten my life back and I was now the only one in control of everything that happened, instead of feeling like I was a puppet being moved around by strings.Yet, amidst this freedom, there was something hollow, like the echo of a song that had once filled the room but now only lingered in memory. It seemed like something was missing, something that always kept me on my toes and sort of gave me purpose, a reason to keep on fighting.I couldn't exactly explain it so I did my best to push such alien feelings down into the depths of mind so as not to ponder too much on it.The last thing I needed was to be too distracted to do what I n