All Chapters of His Sworn Enemy; His Deepest Desire : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

William's POV This had to be a joke! “Because the work I’ve suffered to do has suddenly been made obsolete? You’re absolutely right, Tristan. I’m flipping excited. Look at me giggling and chasing my own tail around goofily.” Tristan put the pen down and pointed at me. “You’re an idiot, William. You should already know this by now, but since you require me to spell it out for you, you don’t need to work on any of those old projects again. Including the ones that you had to redo. I’ve scrapped them all.” “Why?” “Because they were just fine the first time that you sent them. And now you don’t have to do any more work on them.” I stared into his eyes and he stared into mine. The room was charged with something I couldn’t place. Understanding slowly filtered in. “You cancelled the other jobs… you didn’t want me to do extra work.” He scoffed and stood from his chair. “I know you like grunt work, William. You want to feel like you’re useful. Like you’re doing something. But you

William's POV It was dark when I finally got back home, and feeling a mix of anger and stress, I collapsed unceremoniously onto my bed. I exhaled for a long time, my eyes closed as I tried to even my breathing. I had not meant to cuss in the middle of the road, but the minute I took in the mangled metal that was supposed to be the driver’s door of my car, all of the frustration from the time when Caleb had shown up at the office came to the fore, and I shouted loud enough for a pew passersby on the pedestrian walk to give me funny looks. It was horrible. It was so horrible. The gash on the side of the car was not going to buff out easily, I knew, but where the heck was I going to be able to repair the door of the car, especially now that it was almost sundown? At the very least, no one would see me clearly, driving around in the heinous atrocity that was now my car, but oh, it was going to be such a difficult thing. I wondered if I was going to be able to haul the door into the

“Tristan” Was the only word I could manage after gawking for what felt like eternity. I was really playing it smooth.Tristan stood up to his full height. He had been standing before, but it felt like he’d made himself smaller somewhat, just so he could enter the office and speak with me.All at once, I was both angry and amused.I wondered if he did this every time, with everyone—showing off.“I’ve been expecting you in since morning.” He said.I looked at him flatly and the documents in my hand. “I didn’t come in today. I just wanted to grab some more files and see how much more work I could get done.”“Forever industrious,” said Tristan, slinging an arm casually around my neck. “See, this is why I love you, William. You just go full steam ahead without needing directions or validation from anyone.”Gingerly, I took his hand away from my shoulders, trying not to focus on the fact that he had just said he loved me. Again.I chucked it up to casual talk. Endearment in modern context w

William's POV I stared wide until I was vcertain that my eyes were going to rupture. What the fuck was going on?I could not give myself an answer or a reason that would justify anything. I knew that Tristan was gay; I’d caught him and Adrian once having oral sex, in his office, and then he’d proposed love to me. I had not once seen with him any woman, so I was completely sure of his sexual orientation. And yet, seeing him now…I wanted to scream out my lungs and tell him to be careful. To send him back up the stairs so that no one would see him or how beautiful he looked.But Tristan was walking down the stairs with determined steps. Him, and the man beside him. His date for the evening.Uncontrollably, I began to shiver. My hand clenched into a fist around the stem of the glass that I held… I didn’t care about anything in that moment. I wasn’t seeing anyone—not Adrian who was just next to me, similarly locked in frozen spectacle—or anything right now.My gaze was entirely fixated o

The words were like a trigger in my mind, tripping off every alarm that I might have prepared for.I found myself transfixed, tongue heavy and mind lulled into a state of submission and obedience. I fought to bring my head up from those murky waters.“Make me,” I said darkly.The door behind Tristan had closed and we were in his room now, enveloped in total silence.I could see the glitter on his face. I could see the perfection he had for cheekbones… could feel the heat that rolled off him in waves as he moved with animal grace.“I’m not going to ask you again, William,” he growled at me, the vibration shaking my core. My cock twitched, straining against the fabric of my clothes. I needed to maintain order… I needed to regain control, but the only thing I could think about was how hard and hot Tristan’s body had been when he’d pressed me against him.I could still taste him on my lips. I wanted to taste him again. I wanted to go to war with his tongue. I wanted to see what it would b