Novels by onebunnechikamso2

The bathroom light hummed twice, glowing dimly.Jayden stood frozen in the middle of the living room, his heart slamming so hard against his ribs in sharp panicked beats that echoed in his ears.He was sure the light hadn't been on before, he never let it on when leaving the house.Slowly, Jayden began taking heavy steps towards the bathroom, as he edged closer, a dry gasp escaped his lips.His throat tightened, fingers curling uselessly as this sides as his nails bit into his palms as it pain might be his only anchor.“Get a grip,” he whispered, his voice shaking. “You live alone.”But that word alone felt like a haunting lie.Suddenly, his phone began ringing.Jayden flinched so sharply, that his soul almost left his body.Slowly, he took it out from the bag strapped on his shoulders, the screen light, bright and cruel in the dim room.It was a private number, his stomach dropped.For three unending seconds, he stared at the screen, chest rising anf falling in shallow, uneven breath

Jayden’s chest felt like it was splitting in two. “Bet?” Jayden repeated, voice rising.Silence answered him.He stepped closer, his knees wobbling but he forced himself to stay standing, eyes darting from Drake and Ronan.“Say something!” Jayden shrieked, lips trembling.“What exactly do you want to hear?” Drake barked, irritation visible in his voice. “Is it the…..”“Don't push your luck Drake,” Ronan warned. “Father still needs….”Jayden froze, the room titling before his eyes.His stomach churned as the word father had hit him like a hammer.Jayden's voice faltered. “Father, you guys are brothers and I am….” He grabbed Drake's collar instantly, swallowing the fear in his voice.“Why?” he sobbed. “Why me? Why the hell did you do this to me?!”Drake shoved his hand away. “Did you really want to know?”Jayden straightened up, wiping his teary eyes. “Yes. I want nothing but the truth. Don't you dare try to explain with some excuse. Those twelve months,” he swallowed. “those whole tim

Drake pulled Jayden into his arm ignoring the phone but it rang again disrupting the tension.Jayden groaned softly and reached for it, still half tengled in Drake's arms, the room dim and warm stirring with unfinished desires.Drake shifted beside him, arm heavy over Jayden’s waist, breath slow.The caller's ID was unknown.Jayden answered quietly, frowning. “Hello?”A man’s voice came through low and controlled. “Are you Jayden Hawley?”Jayden sat up instantly. “Yes. Who is this?”“There’s been an incident. Mr. Ronan is injured.” the man said.He swung his legs off the bed. “Injured? Why are you calling me? He needs a hospital.”“He is in a hospital,” the man replied smoothly. “But he needs someone to watch over him.”Drake lifted his head, eyes narrowed. “Who is it?” Jayden covered the phone. “They say Ronan’s injured.”Drake scoffed. “At this hour? Tell them you’re busy.”Jayden hesitated, then spoke into the phone. “I’m not a doctor. Whatever he needs, the medical staff…..”A fa

The moment Drake saw Ronan, the air itself seemed to thicken.Something crossed his face but he masked it, tightening his fists as he approached him. “How dare you?” he growled.“You won't like to do that,” Ronan said, voice calm, smoke clouding his face. “After all, you are using him.”Drake paused, inches from Ronan, chest heaving, he lifted a fist, aiming straight for Ronan's face. “Using him? You….”Ronan caught it midair and twisted it aside.“Not here for a fight,” he said, eyes glinting. “I'm here to make a deal.”Drake’s jaw clenched, nostrils flaring. “I don’t want to hear your deal. Get out of my office.”Ronan leaned back in his chair, cigarette smoke curling lazily around his sharp jawline. “You sure. It's something quite interesting.”Drake's brow furrowed. “Interesting?”Ronan’s smirk widened. “A bet. The first person to sleep with him. Becomes the heir.”Drake’s head snapped up, voice sharp. “Wait! You’re using my boyfriend as a pawn? And who says I haven't already…..”

Jayden’s fingers curled into fists at his sides. “No.”The word came out sharper than he expected, brittle with panic. “You should leave. Now.”Ronan stared at him, calm and unreadable, without a word.“I’ll call security,” Jayden added, forcing steel into his voice. Ronan's lips curved slowly, amused watching as Jayden rose and fell too fast.“Are you making threats now?” he asked, lightly.Jayden’s jaw tightened. “That kiss was a mistake. You can keep the pendant as compensation if you wish.”For a second, Ronan simply watched him. Then he laughed soft and low, his voice echoing in the office and then he turned away.“Relax,” he said over his shoulder. “But remember you owe me a one.”He walked toward the door, his steps lazy.“We’ll talk again,” Ronan said. “Soon.”The door closed behind him with a quiet click.Jayden stood there long after, heart pounding, palms slick with sweat. The room felt smaller, tighter like the walls had leaned in to listen.—Later that evening, Drake

Jayden pulled back instantly, his hands trembling as he grabbed the man's shoulders.But then, he staggered back, head spinning as the taste of bile clung to his mouth.He tried to step away, but his body betrayed him, with a shuddering groan, he collapsed, heat and dizziness spinning him into darkness.The man's arms wrapped around him effortlessly, strong and firm steadying him against his fall.Without a word, he carried Jayden silently towards the large bed, a smirk flashing in his eyes.—Morning came in a blur, Jayden's eyelids fluttered open to the soft hum of the city below.His head throbbed heavily, throat dry and scorching, stomach twisting in protest.He blinked against the dim light filtering through thick black curtains, slowly scanning the room around him.Everything was dark, curtains, furniture and even the beddings he lay on, making him dizzy.He grabbed his head as memories flooded in.The sharp taste of alcohol, the kiss, the sudden vomit and then the odd intoxicat