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59: One Door Away
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Bound By The Desk 59: One Door Away
Zephyr's POV I sit at my table, the office is still not full. Sun light spills through the windows. My phone stays screen down and those texts from yesterday night look at me from the black screen even when I cannot see them. My old HoltTech badge. The word TRAITOR in red. The threat to tell Vorian everything. My chest feels tight and my palms sweat.Should I go to Silas? Should I not? Should I? Nope. Fuck this. I get up and my seat moves back. I grab my phone and I walk quick, past cubicles, past the coffee station, past employees who grin and say hello. I do not answer, I do not have the luxury for that. My feet know the way to Silas’s office which was at the end of the hall, the door is closed.I stop outside with my hand on the handle. What if he thinks I am the traitor? What if he tells Vorian before I can? What if I lose them both? I breathe in and breathe out. No choice now. I knock once and push the door open.Silas looks up from his desk, there is a coffee mug in o
Bound By The Desk 58: Lasagna and Lies
Zephyr’s POVVorian pecks me fast in the car park, palm warm on the back of my nape, his index finger brushing gentle over my chin like he is memorizing the feel of my skin.The city lights reflect in his eyes, soft and tired and full of everything we still have not said. His lips linger just a second longer than quick, warm and gentle, a promise that he’ll be okay until I come back.“Go home,” he says. “Your family misses you. I will be fine.”I open my mouth to argue, to say I should stay, that we are stronger together, that Miles Carter just drew blood and I don’t want him alone tonight. But the tiredness in his eyes stops me cold. Dark shadows sit under them, the kind that come from more than one bad night. His back holds a burden that I cannot remove for him right now. I swallow every word, nod once, and get into my car. The motor starts with a deep rumble. I hold the steering hard, look at him one more time through the window, and drive off before I change my mind and return int
Bound By The Desk 57: Coffee and War
Zephyr's POV I told Vorian I love him last night, soft against his ear while he drifted to sleep. Maybe the rain swallowed the words. Maybe he heard and chose silence. Either way, I will handle that later. Right now the only thing that matters is the photo still burning on his phone and the storm it brought into our bed with us.Morning light slips through the tall windows of the penthouse kitchen. I stand at the counter in one of Vorian’s old T-shirts, hair still messy from his hands. The coffee machine hisses and gurgles like it is angry too. I make it strong, almost black, the way too much for normal people. Vorian walks in barefoot, sweatpants riding low on his hips, eyes still carrying last night. He looks beautiful and tired and mine.I slide a mug toward him. “Drink this before you scare the caffeine,” I say.He wraps both hands around the cup, breathes in the steam, and gives me the smallest smile. It is enough. I lean over the island and kiss him quick, just a brush of lips,
Bound By The Desk 56: Cropped Truth
Vorian’s POVThe rain has not stopped. It hits against the high windows of the penthouse like it is trying to clean the whole city away.I rest on the side of the bed in nothing but sweatpants, the screen bright in my palm. The picture looks back at me.My mother, head thrown back in laughter, sitting close beside Nathaniel Holt at some outdoor restaurant table. Warm string lights hang above them. Wine glasses catch the light.Her hand rests near his on the white tablecloth. The timestamp in the corner says tonight. My stomach turns cold.Zephyr stirs beside me. He lifts his body higher on one arm, hair wild from sleep, eyes still tired.“What is it?” he says, voice gentle and scratchy. He bends over my back and freezes when he spots the picture.“That is… your mom with Holt?”I cannot speak at first. I only zoom in, slow and careful, the way I examine contracts before I sign them.The photo is cut close on just the two of them, but at the far side there is an extra hand carrying a dr
Bound By The Desk 55: Safe Harbor
Vorian’s POVThe rain lashes against the penthouse panes like it demands to come inside.I slump on the shadowed obsidian sofa with only one ember on, the city fire smeared into streaks of amber and red outside the barrier.My phone rests face down on the coffee table. I have not touched it in hours.The quiet feels heavy, the same way it did after dinner at the beach house.Lila’s little voice keeps looping in my head: Why do you not smile, Uncle Vor?But I do smile though.The intercom buzzes.I frown, glance at the clock, almost ten.I walk to the panel and press the button. The doorman’s voice crackles through. “Mr. Cole want to see you, sir. He is… quite wet.”I close my eyes for a second. Relief rushes in so fast it almost hurts.“Send him up.”Half a minute after, the exclusive elevator parts and Zephyr strides out soaked from head to toe.Rainwater pours down his hair, down his jacket, pooling a growing puddle on the polished stone.His translucent shirt hugs to his chest. He
Bound By The Desk 54: Hallway Truth
Zephyr’s POVI slip out of Vorian’s lair and draw the door until it snaps shut behind me, hushed enough that he will not catch it from the inside.The hallway feels colder than the room, probably because the air conditioning is always set to arctic on the executive floor.My shoes make almost no sound on the polished floor.I am midway to the lift when I spot Silas propped against the wall, arms folded, one leg draped over the other, appearing like he has been lurking for me the entire time.He straightens as soon as our eyes meet.“Hey,” he says, his voice low so it does not carry through the glass walls.“What is wrong with Vorian?”I stop a few steps away and shove my hands into my pockets because I suddenly do not know what to do with them.“I do not know,” I answer, and the words feel heavier than I expected.Silas tilts his head and gives me that look he always gives when he thinks someone is holding back.“You do not know?” he repeats, gentle but doubtful.I shake my head.“He
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