All Chapters of Red String Of Fate: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

While Aian had every intention of tracking Blake down and interrogating him the next day, with how busy he was, it wasn't until a week later that he could finally get the man alone. He should have realized that if Kalvin was too busy to even have a lunch date with the photographer, his secretary would be just as busy. In the end, Aian had messaged the man to schedule an appointment time to talk with him and asked him to not tell Kalvin. He seemed suspicious, but surprisingly agreed without fuss. Which was how Aian found himself sitting in the secretary’s office waiting for his meeting to finish. Thankfully he didn't have to wait long before Blake walked into the room, gently closing the door behind him. He nodded in greeting before talking a seat at his desk and placing some folders off to the side. There was a moment of silence as they observed each other. It was Blake who broke it as he ran his fingers on

Aian ended up having an afternoon nap after he made himself lunch and felt very refreshed and ready for the party tonight. It was Shane’s birthday and the happy go lucky blonde man wanted to go out clubbing. The last time they met up, everyone agreed to go before Brent pointed out that a club is probably a security nightmare and Aian should check in with Kalvin before agreeing. What had followed was an argument over whether Aian could look after himself and make his own decisions and how that wasn’t what Brent meant. “I’m not about to risk one of my friends because they feel like they are bulletproof. You admitted that politician had a hit out on you only a few weeks ago! Worst case scenario, we go back to Auntie’s place like we did for New Year's,” Brent had argued.

Aian was rather drunk. In fact, nearly the entire group was drunk. Brent sighed and looked over the table with fond amusement. A few were still off dancing while Sam and Shane chatted up a pair of girls. Another conversation was taking place on the other side of their booth and he was, of course, stuck being sober with a drunk Aian, who had devolved into talking only about his twin flame and a few slips of the tongue that provided Brent with far more information than he ever wanted to know. He really, really didn’t want to know that his cute, adorable cinnamon roll of a  friend was learning how to deep throat successfully. Nope, he didn’t need that mental image. Hopefully he didn’t get any more information about Kalvin’s dick before actually meeting the man. Even better if he got no more R rated oversharing from his drunk friend at all. Thankfully, Aian now sat with his head pressed aga

Kalvin slowly came to. He felt groggy and far too tired. There was also a strange emptiness in his chest, a weird hollow feeling. He struggled to regain his bearings and was startled when he felt something shift against him. He opened his eyes and blinked at the black strands obscuring his view. Kalvin moved his head back a little and realized that he had been sleeping with his face buried in his twin flame's nape. Aian lay with his back pressed against Kalvin’s chest while playing a game on his phone. Kalvin squeezed the arms wrapped around his twin flame's waist and burrowed his face back into the crook at the back of his neck. It was warm and comforting. And he was just so TIRED.  He had no idea that talking about something could be so damn draining. It felt like he had run a marathon. Like he had been the one chasing Aian across rooftops and not

It had been a surprisingly pleasant few days. Aian endeavored to get as much of the week off as possible so they could spend their time together. There were only a few shoots that couldn’t be canceled but Kalvin used those times to work from home, making calls and sorting through the most urgent things that needed his attention. Although honestly, there wasn’t much that Blake couldn’t handle on his own. He was exceedingly competent but disliked being a leader. There was that added bit of pressure being the one to make the final decisions, he supposed. Also dealing with people who were often demanding and irritating, Blake always had preferred paperwork over people. Kalvin didn’t blame him. He had more or less viewed people as things before Aian. After he closed off that part of himself, people were only tools to be used. He saw his empire in his mind’s eye as a puzzle. A giant, intricate