DANIEL
I knew it was a cringeworthy measure that I had resorted to, but there was no other way of satisfying my curiosity. I am currently filtering the results of Liam Anderson on I*******m, but I can't seem to find the right profile.It does feel weird, stalking him on social media, considering I never do such things. But I have to know him. There is something about him that's making me do things I wouldn't normally do. After coming up with countless wrong profiles, I tried to abbreviate his name differently, and still nothing.I was almost giving up when an idea popped into my mind. I clearly remembered the said boyfriend's name from his file. I typed in the search bar and the second profile was his. He is quite famous among his peers. Luckily, the Spencer kid had tagged Liam in most of his posts. I don't know what I was expecting, but this is not it. Most of the pictures on his account were nature portraits. He only had three pictures of himself, and I did a screenshot of each. In my defense, they were not posted closely, and I was struggling to scroll up and down comparing them. I went back to the boyfriend's page, and found a few more of his pictures. I poured myself a neat brandy and sat comfortably on my couch and started studying him. His pictures to be more factual.I think we've already established that his eyes are quite stunning. It's like staring at glowing hot honey, under a scorching sun, if that makes any sense.His blonde curls looked soft enough to want to run my fingers through them. In one of the pictures he has stuck his tongue out mischievously, his eyes closed, with his hands cupping each side of his face.He is the type of guy I would go for a hundred percent, minus the inmate thing. He looked happy and content in the pictures, and I found myself wishing to see that part of him. I would very much like to see him laugh, or better yet see those brown orbs gleaming with happiness.I know it's almost impossible, deeming the fact that he is probably living his worst life, but I can't stop wishing. By the time I finished my drink, there was no doubt in my mind of my attraction to him as a man.I called it a night, knowing very well his face wasn't leaving my mind. ******When I arrived at work the following morning, I did a short briefing and continued with my expected morning rounds, before I retreated to my office. I tried to reduce the workload for the week. Luckily, I worked four hours straight with no disturbance. I finally managed to finish, with the parole papers, which was a huge relief. Without wasting time, I made a quick call, informing them to send a courier to pick the files. Afterwards, I decided to grant myself a wish, and visit Liam like I had been itching to, since I arrived in the morning.I took a couple of minutes outside the infirmary, attempting to get my breathing under control. Since his door was opened, I stood leaning on it and just watched him. I had expected to find him sleeping, but he was too immersed in a book, to even notice me.The various expressions, which appeared on his face the longer he read his novel, were cute to watch. It was obvious he loved reading, I thought heartily. We do have something in common. “Hey,” I greeted casually, startling him in the process. He quickly closed his book as I walked into the room, closed the door behind me and moved towards him. “Hi," he mumbled shyly. “…sorry, I didn't hear you come in.” He explained nervously, lowering his face, and my hands itched to grab his chin and lift his gaze to mine once again. “No need to apologize, you were engrossed in your book.” I responded, watching him intently. “ You love reading. “ I observed as he clutched the novel in his hands. “I do,”“Which genre do you like?” I wanted him to keep talking. I found his voice soothing. “Anything, as long as it's a good book.” He murmured, “I am only talking about novels,, of course. Not the…” And he began babbling. I found it cute. I didn't interrupt him, but rather watched as the smile blossomed on his face, the more he spoke. “…my father says…” He trailed off after mentioning his father, immediately sobering up.“Are you okay?”“ Yeah,” he lied, but I could see the apparent pain in his eyes.“ What's wrong, Liam?” My use of his name must have surprised him. He raised his head fast, giving me a half-minute uncertain stare. “ I - I… am…" He trailed, exhaling deeply as tears sprang to his eyes. I kept silent and gave him time. “This place scares me,” he finally managed to whisper after he quieted. His despair and sadness were my undoing. “I am scared, Daniel.” He uttered in a more composed manner. I don't know what hit harder. The way my name sounded, or his hopelessness. I found myself moving urgently closer to the bed. I sat by the edge and reached out to take his hand, careful not to cause him any pain. “I will try my best to keep you safe,” I promised earnestly, looking deep into his eyes to let him see the truth in mine.“ Please don't make that promise.” He replied sadly, and my heart broke for him. He wasn't even trying, and I had no qualms letting him know.“ Can't you just have a little faith?” I fired back, unable to hide my growing irritation.I didn't expect him to start sobbing; otherwise I wouldn't have raised my voice at him. I rubbed his back and kept whispering that he wasn't alone.After he calmed down, I asked if he needed anything, and he said whatever he wanted I couldn't help with. From what I had gathered, he wanted to talk to his dad, but as per the rules, it takes a week before any kind of communication with the outside world is granted for the new inmates. I used my heart to think, and I made my very first mistake. I handed over my cell phone to him, with no hesitation.The bright smile that filled his face as he dialed on my cell, was all worth it. I walked and stood by the door to ensure no one came in and realized my unprofessionalism.“ Papa.....” He was once again sobbing, but this time they were tears of joy.LIAMI was calm, and perhaps a bit happy since I talked to dad yesterday. It was good to hear his warm, soothing voice tell me everything will turn out all right. Not that I believed him, but it felt nice to hear him hope. Daniel had prompted me to end the call fifteen minutes, and I did immediately because I knew he had taken a risk helping me.Dad had offered to reimburse his recharge, but he refused, saying that he was happy to help. ****I am starting to enjoy the peace in this tiny room I am bound in. Though my body is still sore, the pain is manageable. I am supposed to be released back to the cells by tomorrow, and I'm dreading it.I don't know what's waiting for me on that other side, although Daniel promised to look out for me. And some part of me trusts that he will do just that. *****It has been three days of no much happenings, since I came back to my cell.Mathew has been helping me move around, 'cause I am still using crutches.We've maintained the same routine; brea
LIAM I have had peace, doing simple chores, since I couldn't exert pressure on any part of my body. I am anxiously looking forward to my cousin's visit today. I am quite eager to see him and Christian so that I can scold them for postponing their wedding on my behalf.Just thinking of it makes me feel terrible, I know how much of a big deal it was for Lex to marry, again.I never thought he would ever attempt to get involved with anyone else after James' total failure. He has been through a lot, and I hate myself for adding to his burdens.“Liam…” a familiar voice startled me momentarily. I placed the flowers I was holding on the altar and turned to face the warden. I almost gasped at how luscious he looked. This is what happens when you spend a lot of time seeing old men dressed in horrible tunics. “Sir,” I mumbled, trying not to ogle. “Please call me, Daniel.” He breathed hastily. “I prefer that.” His deep baritone had my blood rushing to unwanted places, creating a problem f
DANIELLiam has the softest of hands. His smooth skin felt fragile under my rougher hands.The bolt of chills down my spine, when I touched him, startled me. I was so immersed in his pain the first time I touched him, in the hospital, to feel other things. The things I felt today in the absence of tears. It wasn't hard to know what those chills meant.He and I had a rapport, a solid one. I still don't know how I will go about it, but I don't plan to overthink it. My intercom buzzed, and I contemplated picking it. My secretary was just here a few minutes ago. What the hell did she forget to mention? “What is it?”“There is a gentleman here to see you, he is calling himself Alexander.” From her tone I could gather he was no official. “I don't know any Alexander,” I said, mostly to myself. “Send him in,” The tall gentleman who graced my office screamed power and wealth. From his Patek Philippe watch, to his plaid 3-piece gray suit and not to forget his Alexander McQueen leather sho
LIAMI breathlessly tucked in my spent c*ck, already starting to feel mortified, with my actions.Damn you, Daniel! For arousing these sensations, I can't even describe. For god's sake, I just finished wanking, picturing him. I have never had a faster release with my hand.What I feel for him isn't just sexual, it goes deeper than that. And I think he knows it too. Anytime he is around, I can't keep calm. My heart starts pounding, palms sweating and my cock jerks anytime I feel his touch. There is also this warm fuzziness I feel when I am with him. I have found it easy, to speak my mind in his presence, which rarely happens. Yesterday our gaze met briefly across the field, anyone watching would have caught onto us. I couldn't tear my eyes off him, and neither could he, honestly. It took much effort and nudging from Gianna for him to break the stare. And even then, I was disappointed he did.I had no caution with Daniel. No breaks, no restraints whatsoever. I was just falling hard,
DANIELI specifically requested Gianna to place Liam on office cleaning duty today. I haven't had time to talk to him in the last two days. I have been avoiding him in hopes of suppressing my desires. I want him badly, and avoiding him hasn't dampened that.I am expecting him to walk through the door any minute now, with cleaning supplies. The very thought of seeing him scares me delightfully. There was a light knock, and the knob turned. I swallowed hard. The door opened, and he peeked in, shyly at first. When his eyes found mine, he smiled, and it was contagious. I reeled in the comfort that I wasn't happy alone. He wanted to see me, and I, him.“Hey,” he walked further into the room, closing the door. He was standing just a few meters away. “ Hi.” I answered, getting on my feet. He fidgeted, clutching onto the mop tightly.“What is it?” It was obvious he wanted to say something. “You know you can trust me,” He seemed to think about it. My gaze didn't stray from him.“I have a
LIAM I stiffened in his arms the moment he hugged me. It was unexpected, but after the initial shock wore off, I allowed myself to relax and enjoy the warm embrace. Hugging Daniel felt nice, really nice. I buried my nose on his chest and smelled the lemon-ish fragrance clinging to his shirt. His hands which held just below my shoulders were rubbing softly on my back in a comforting manner. It was as if he was drilling it to my mind that he was there with me. I was aware of my body's reaction to his nearness, and so was he. I reluctantly pulled back, but we still stood close, feeling each other's breath. His head started to lower, closing the distance between our faces as seconds ticked by. If not for my untimely sneeze, our lips could have touched. He chuckled awkwardly, stepping back, drawing a nervous smile from me. We kept the conversation flowing for a few more minutes, and he promised to look into my request. We agreed he should leave and let me carry on with the cleaning.
LIAM There was a very uncomfortable silence, for a minute or two before they all started laughing, as if I had just cracked a joke of a lifetime. “Did you hear that, boys? He wants to buy our protection.” There was another defeating laughter. Did Daniel know these kinds of things happen? I wondered, facing my assailants with determination.“Tell me your price,” I growled desperately. The attention was back again on me. “You need money and I need protection.” I added with certainty catching their interest. “How much do you have?” The boss asked seriously,“Two hundred bills. “ I replied immediately.“Okay,” he accepted instantly, making me wary. The bastard didn't laugh, negotiate or kick me, surprisingly. “Does that mean you accept?” I must have jinxed it. He slapped me hard. “Never make me repeat myself, now pay up.” He scolded grimly.I traced my palm over my bruised cheek. “I will pay, but you have to guarantee my safety.” I held my ground, aggravating him more. “From you as w
DANIEL My agitation only grew with time. When it got the better of me, I locked my office in a hurry, headed to the parking lot. I will have to wait until Monday to confront Liam. My phone blasted with Chris's name on the screen. I let it go straight to voicemail. I knew he would be pissed, but I would rather do the explaining face to face. My thoughts drifted back to Liam as I sped through the highway. I sincerely want the best for him, but I am not sure to what extent. I'm jeopardizing everything I believe in, just because I am interested in him. I would have talked to him before I left, but I didn't trust my emotions around him. Not when I am this agitated. My only hope is that those bastards don't end up double-crossing him. Because it would force me to react, and I am not sure whether it would be good for anyone. I took a right turn and spotted an empty parking spot, which I hurriedly occupied. I sighted Chris the moment I got into the bar. He was seated by the counter, glan