LOGINDevin never meant for one night to ruin everything. It was his last night of freedom before his wedding, what started out innocent turned into a night he would never forget… and he ended up in bed with the sexiest stranger he’d ever met. He thought he’d never see him again. Until the morning after, when he walked down the aisle… and the stranger was his wife's brother. Now he's trapped in a nightmare of lies and desire, torn between loyalty to family and the man who made him feel alive again. But the choice isn't Devin's to make… And the question is, does Adrian feel the same?
View MoreTIMONE'S POV.My throat was dry as fuck. Not like oh I need water dry—nah, this was full-on choking-on-sawdust, lungs-can’t-work kind of dry. Like my chest forgot how to breathe, like the air around me went too heavy too fast. Because he was here. Standing right there. Fucking Festus, the one I'd loved since I was young, and he instead had once had eyes for Devn, but eh was he here, looking so relaxed like he knew Aiden?.Not a dream. Not a hallucination. Not one of those fever memories I jerked off to when I was drunk and stupid and lonely at 3AM. Here. Flesh and blood and soaked in rain. Cold as fuck. Not meeting my goddamn eyes. Not even giving me a glance.I hated that.I fucking hated that.And then he just—he didn’t even speak to me. Didn’t even look my way. He was focused on Aiden, like always. Like everything started and ended with that stupid fucker.“We’re going home,” Festus said flat like death. And I swear to god, my stomach curled . Like something inside me actually retche
DEVINS POV.I woke up too warm. I didn’t move. Just blinked slowly into the soft, golden haze leaking through the blinds. Everything smelled like sex and skin and Aiden—his cologne rubbed raw against my neck, his breath soft on my shoulder. I felt his arm draped over my waist like a fuckin' vice. Possessive. Heavy. Comforting. Like he was still afraid I’d vanish if he let go.And maybe he was right.I stared up at the ceiling, trying to think, trying not to think. But I could still feel it. Byron. The way his hands felt on my hips. The way his mouth moved when he said my name. The sharp flicker of pride in his eyes when he told me he’d spoken to the investors. Said I had something real. That rawness. That drive."I've seen kids burn out," he'd said. "But you... you've got hunger. I can work with that."I’d been high off it. High off him. The way he pulled me in like I was more than just another boy with fast skates and daddy issues. The way he told me I was good. And when he kissed m
AidenS POV.My jaw ticked. I’d been tapping my phone screen for the past ten minutes like it owed me money, rhythm pounding from my fingertips straight into my skull. The second that door creaked open, I already knew it was him. Devin slumped in without a word, fell straight into bed next to me like gravity yanked him home, and buried his face into my neck.He smelled like liquor. Like sugar and lust and new cologne that didn’t belong to me.He cradled me in his arms, like I was the fucking prize. Pressed a wet, lazy kiss to my lips—one of those kisses that told on you, told where your tongue’s been, told who made you laugh a little too hard. And I kissed him back because I’m stupid like that, even when everything in me was already boiling.“You have fun?” I asked. My voice came out a little too smooth, too level. It was a test. I wanted to see if he could lie with his teeth still red. He nodded, smiling like a damn fool. “Yeah... yeah, I did.” His voice had that soft, sticky drag to
DEVIN'S POV I kept scrolling. thumb twitching. couldn’t even focus on the screen, wasn’t reading shit, just moving like the motion alone would keep my head from splitting in half. Nothing helped. Everything buzzed. Not just my phone, not just the hallway lights above me flickering like they were laughing at me, but inside. like a swarm. a fucking swarm in my chest.I stood there like an idiot, arms crossed, back against the office door, pretending I wasn't checking the time every five seconds. pretending I didn't care that he was late.Byron was never late. but then again, i wasn’t the kind of guy people were early for, was i?not the type of guy anyone waits on, not the one you rearrange plans for. i was the fuck-up. the background noise. the one who was too quiet, too angry, too much . Always. I knew that. I'd lived that. I wore it at every second guess, every clench of my jaw, every time I picked at my skin until I bled just to feel something. the door clicked. opened. and then
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