I caught my boyfriend cheating. So I went to the one man he feared most—his father. But heartbreak turned into hate. And hate led me straight into Asher’s arms. Now I’m caught in something twisted and wrong… It was meant to hurt him. Still he won’t let me go without a fight. Asher Thompson isn’t just a father. He’s the man behind the mask. A mafian billionaire who hides his criminal empire beneath silk suits and polite smiles. And now, he owns me. I wanted revenge, to make Henry hurt. But each time Asher took me apart with a look. And every time I try to leave, he drags me deeper into his world of secrets and sin. He touches me like he owns me. He looks at me like I was made to be his. But I don’t know what’s worse, the pain Henry caused… Or how much I still feel for him, even while I’m in his father’s bed. And when the truth comes out? Someone’s going to bleed. And I’m not sure I want to survive it. This started with heartbreak. Now it’s war. And I’m the one holding the match.
View MoreThe night was loud with laughter, the bass of the background music blending. Lit by warm amber lights that gave Solex Bar its usual Friday night glow.
Caleb leaned back in his seat, his fingers loosely wrapped around a half-full glass of wine, phone resting idle in his palm. His friends—Jaden, Derek, and Will—were clustered around him in their usual booth, the air thick with joke. Caleb held his phone lazily in his palm, pointing it toward Jaden with a teasing grin. “You must be joking.” They all burst out laughing. “I still can’t believe Will’s getting married,” Jaden said, lifting his glass in mock salute. “Guess that makes me a godfather soon.” “You’re crazy,” Caleb chuckled, shaking his head. Derek leaned forward, elbows on the table. “So which hotel are we staying at tomorrow?” “Calm down, man,” Caleb said, flashing a knowing smile. “I am calm.” Jaden let out a dreamy sigh. “And Mia’s so beautiful.” “For that,” Caleb said, nodding slowly, “I give Will his flowers. She’s stunning.” The table went quiet for a second, all eyes on Caleb. “What?” he asked, brows raised. Derek smirked. “Coming from a queer?” Caleb rolled his eyes and took another sip of his wine. Will just smiled, watching them all with quiet amusement. “This bachelor’s night is going to be lit,” Jaden declared, exhaling like he was preparing for a wild ride. “For real, the night is gonna be lit,” Jaden exhaled, stretching his arms behind his head. Derek turned toward Will. “Still wondering why you haven’t told us who the best man is yet.” Caleb scoffed. “Who else would it be if not a hot, handsome guy like me?” “Shut your trap and get yourself a man,” Jaden cut in, laughing. “You know the list’s long—I select them,” Caleb said, brushing imaginary dust off his shirt. “You know the list is long,” Caleb said smugly. “I select them.” Derek teased, “The ones who break your heart?” Caleb’s smile faded just a bit. “Forget about Fred. That guy’s a cheater. Don’t even get me started on the others—you know I hate cheaters.” Derek raised a brow. “Nah, you don’t look at the heart. Just the looks—and the bank account.” “I see where you’re going,” Caleb chuckled. They all laughed again. Will leaned closer. “They don’t deserve you,” he said sincerely. Just then, Caleb’s eyes wandered past the crowd. A young man sat alone at the bar, head bowed, nursing a drink. His shirt—Gucci, unmistakably—contrasted the slouched shoulders and heavy mood. Will followed Caleb’s gaze. “You’re handsome, Caleb. And kind.” “He’s not even listening bro,” Jaden cut in, scoffing. “Caleb?” Derek prompted. Caleb blinked, dragging his attention back. “Sorry.” “Who are you looking at?” Jaden asked. “I think the one sitting alone in the Gucci shirt,” Derek guessed. “Mmm,” Jaden said, “he is cute.” “Not even that,” Caleb murmured. “Can’t you see? He looks… sad.” Jaden shifted in his seat, fingers drumming lightly against the rim of his glass. He leaned toward Caleb, his voice a low murmur just beneath the hum of the bar. “Be right back,” he said, a faint edge of distraction in his tone. “Need to ease myself.” With that, he stood, straightening his shirt, and walked out without waiting for a reply. “Then go find out,” Derek said, nudging Caleb’s leg. Caleb glanced at his friends, raising an eyebrow in silent question. “Come on,” Derek tapped his thigh. “You’ve done bolder.” With a sharp exhale, Caleb stood. “Okay.” “Good luck, man,” Will said, raising his glass. “Sexy boy,” Derek added, winking. Caleb made his way across the room. The stranger barely looked up as he approached. “Hi,” Caleb said. The guy turned, his voice flat. “Hi.” “I’m Caleb. And you are…?” “Henry,” he replied without meeting Caleb’s gaze. “Mind if I sit?” Henry nodded, reluctant. But when he finally looked at Caleb—really looked—his gaze locked, transfixed. Caleb’s piercing blue eyes held him captive. He blinked profusely, as if struggling to tear himself away. “I noticed you’re sitting alone,” Caleb said gently. “Thought you might need someone to talk to.” “I’m fine,” Henry said quickly, eyes darting away. “You sure? You don’t look okay.” Henry abruptly stood. Caleb’s eyes followed him, startled. “Did I say something wrong?” “No,” Henry said, softer now. “It’s fine.” Caleb hesitated. “Okay.” Henry turned to leave. “Henry!” He paused, glancing over his shoulder. “Can I get your number?” Henry stared for a moment, pulled a sleek card from his pocket, handed it over silently, and walked away. Caleb stared at the card in disbelief, then walked back to his friends. “How’d it go?” Derek asked. Caleb tossed the card onto the table. “That guy is a jerk.” Derek and Jaden burst out laughing. “What’s funny?” Caleb asked, sliding back into his seat. Derek picked up the card, his eyes going wide. “Oh my God…” “What?” Will asked. Derek handed the card to Jaden, who gasped. “No freaking way.” “Guys?” Will said, confused. Derek gave Will the card. “The guy Caleb just talked to is Henry Thompson. Owner of The Beacon Hotel.” “You’re joking,” Will said, stunned. Derek shook his head. “Nope. That’s the hotel you were gonna book for the bachelor’s night, right?” Will nodded slowly. “Yeah. One of the best—and most expensive.” Derek waved the card. “Boy, you have to call this guy.” “I won’t,” Caleb replied flatly. Derek snatched his phone. “Watch me.” “Derek!” Caleb warned. “He’s not picking up,” Derek said after a moment. “But hey, now he has your number.” “That’s true,” Jaden added. Will’s phone rang. He answered it with a grin. “Hi baby… yeah, I’m with the boys… really? Okay, we’ll head out soon. Love you.” Derek raised an eyebrow. “Spill.” “Mia’s inviting us to dinner tonight,” Will said. Caleb forced a smile. “That’s what I wanted to hear.” “That’s true,” Jaden added. Will’s phone rang. He answered it with a grin. “Hi baby… yeah, I’m with the boys… really? Okay, we’ll head out soon. Love you.” Derek raised an eyebrow. “Spill.” “Mia’s inviting us to dinner tonight,” Will said. Caleb forced a smile. “That’s what I wanted to hear.” Derek leaned in. “I thought you wouldn’t be Caleb again.” Caleb gave him a warning look. “Derek.” “Just saying. You’ve been acting different since you came back from that little chat.” Will stood. “Let’s hurry, guys. We’ve got less than an hour.” “Sure!” Jaden said, already grabbing his coat. --- Later that night, Caleb returned home. He glanced at his watch—7:03 p.m. With a sigh, he collapsed onto his bed, arms spread wide. His phone rang. He checked the screen. Henry Thompson. He let it ring. The phone buzzed again. A message this time. The phone buzzed again. A message this time. > “I’m sorry for my behavior earlier today and for missing your calls.” A second later, the phone rang again. Caleb hesitated, then answered. “Hello Caleb,” came Henry’s voice. “You remember my name?” “Yeah… I’m really sorry about earlier. I was heartbroken.” “Damn. I’m sorry, man. You’ll get over it.” “I think I already am.” Silence lingered before Henry spoke again. “I know we didn’t start well. Can we start over?” Caleb laughed softly. “You’re such a jerk.” Henry chuckled. “Do you have any social media handles?” “Sure.” “Message them to me after this call.” “Alright.” “And uh… can I ask something?” “So soon?” “Okay, sorry if that’s—” Caleb cut in, smiling. “It’s fine. What is it?” “Would you go out with me tonight? Just for a drink.” Caleb paused. “Please don’t say no.” “Okay.” Henry exhaled in relief. “Thank you.” “Send me the address, I’ll be there in a gif.” “No way. Send yours. I’m picking you up.” Caleb laughed. “Alright. I’ll be waiting.” --- Moments later, his phone pinged again. > “I’m outside, dude.” Caleb walked to the window and parted the curtain. A sleek black Benz idled outside. Beside it stood Henry, hands in his pockets, looking up and smiling. Caleb smiled back and pulled the curtain closed. A few minutes later, he walked out, dressed gorgeously in black jeans and a maroon shirt that hugged his frame. Henry’s eyes widened. “What?” Caleb said, smiling as he approached. “You are graced in handsomeness and those eyes… blue” Caleb’s smile deepened. Henry grinned. “Ed Sheeran wasn’t wrong when he said the club isn’t the best place…” Caleb's fingers brushed Henry’s stomach, a playful touch that he quickly pulled back. Henry blinked, caught off guard, then opened the passenger door. Henry blinked, caught off guard, then opened the passenger door. Caleb slid in with a smile. “Shall we?” Henry walked around and got in, starting the car. “Think About Us” by Little Mix filled the car. Caleb smiled at the song. “She’s probably thinking about you now. For sure.” Henry exhaled softly, a quiet, emotional sound. Caleb looked at him, said nothing, and fastened his seatbelt. Henry started the engine, and they drove off into the night.Still pulsing from Caleb’s release inside him, Asher cradled his flushed face between his hands and kissed him deeply, their mouths moving in a rhythm of need and raw affection.“I need you in me, Asher,” Caleb breathed into his mouth, his voice husky and rich with intent. “I... I need you, darling.”Asher pulled back just enough to look into his eyes, dazed and overwhelmed. “You want me…?”“I need you,” Caleb interrupted, his voice almost a whisper. “I’ve missed your body too much. I need to feel every part of you… again.”He let out a shuddering breath as he moved first, turning over and rising onto his hands and knees. His shoulders dipped low while the twin mounds of his cheeks rose high and his spine curved into a perfect arch, presenting his round muscled butt jutted out in perfect proportion, wide and sculpted to Asher with quiet desperation.Asher sat up slowly behind him, hands finding Caleb’s waist before trailing down to his backside.Between his thighs, his fat nine-inch e
The door to the master bedroom clicked shut behind them.Asher placed the box gently on the floor beside the nightstand. Then he turned, eyes smoldering as they met Caleb’s, the silence between them charged with anticipation.Asher crossed the room in one stride, gripping Caleb’s shirt and pulling him in. Their mouths crashed together in a desperate, hot kiss. They kissed like time had been holding its breath, tongues exploring with slow desperate need, tasting, claiming, lost in each other.Caleb moaned into the kiss, his hands roaming Asher’s back, feeling the tension in his muscles beneath the shirt.Asher’s fingers slipped under Caleb’s shirt, dragging it up his spine, and Caleb lifted his arms to let him pull it off. He returned the favor, unbuttoning Asher’s shirt one button at a time, hands grazing his chest with every inch revealed. Asher dropped the fabric carelessly, his breath hitching when Caleb's palms smoothed over his bare skin.They moved toward the bed as one, lips n
They arrived home that evening, the soft click of the apartment door behind them was a sound of release. They tossed their bags aside, unbuttoned their suits, and collapsed onto the couch, laughing at how drained and wired they felt all at once.After a refreshing shower, the scent of toasted bread and scrambled eggs filled the air. Derek stood at the stove, humming under his breath, while Caleb set the table. “Breakfast for dinner is our favorite,” Caleb said with a grin.“When exhaustion hit,” Derek added, and they both laughed.Caleb poured fresh orange juice into two glasses as Derek slid golden-brown toast onto plates beside a heap of roasted cherry tomatoes and turkey bacon.They sat side-by-side at the island, feet brushing under the counter."Tomorrow’s a free day," Derek said between bites, "so we’ll get our things ready, check the flight details, and maybe go over some designs."Caleb nodded. "That sounds good."Derek smirked. "And Sunday? I’m taking you out. Somewhere fanc
Lorenzo walked toward the battered table where Henry sat in a wheelchair. Two guards stood silently behind him, motionless.He moved with slow confidence, every step quiet and controlled. His frame was lean but powerfully built, muscles taut beneath a black open-collar shirt. The sleeves were rolled to his elbows, showing veined forearms and a leather strap wound tightly around his wrist. He wore dark cargo pants and heavy black boots. His thick gray hair was brushed back carelessly, and a pale scar ran from his brow down to his cheekbone.“Lorenzo,” Henry said quietly.“Boy?” Lorenzo replied, his voice smooth like aged whiskey but with a cold undercurrent.Henry’s eyes studied his face. “The scars.”“A souvenir from my first kill,” Lorenzo replied, easing into the seat across from him. “Seventeen.”He slid a glass tumbler toward Henry.“I don’t drink,” Henry muttered.“Then pretend,” Lorenzo said, sipping from his own glass. “Nerves respond well to the illusion.”Henry dropped an env
Caleb stepped into the corridor outside his apartment and dialed the number on his phone. The ringing tone barely lasted before the call was answered.“Caleb,” came Valen’s deep, steady voice from the other end.“Dad,” Caleb greeted, his voice softening with warmth. “I figured I’d call before work. You said yesterday we needed to talk.”“I did,” Valen replied quietly.A pause stretched between them.Caleb sighed gently. “Okay?”“I...” Valen hesitated. “I just wanted to hear your voice.”“Wow,” Caleb chuckled, his fingers curling around the edge of the sofa beside the door. “I’m okay. Really. Italy is treating me just fine.”“Asher? Have you heard from him?”Caleb smiled faintly. “He’s fine.”“That’s all I needed to hear. And I want to see you when you return,” Valen said, his voice softer now.“Okay,” Caleb replied, his tone lingering on the word.“Bye, son,” Valen said.“Bye, Dad.” Caleb smiled, already looking forward to it.Just as the call ended, another buzz lit up the screen. Ca
The next morning, Caleb was brushing his teeth when a soft knock came at the door. He peeked through the peephole. Jesse stood there in his staff uniform, pushing a small service cart.Caleb opened the door just slightly, his tone flat.“What now?”“Housekeeping,” Jesse replied smoothly. “I’m restocking the minibar.”Caleb didn’t budge, scanning Jesse’s face carefully, searching for a hint—anything that explained why he was really there.“At your service,” Jesse added, sounding almost sincere.Caleb stepped aside and opened the door wider.“Just be quick.”Jesse entered without another word, moving efficiently as he crouched to open the minibar. Bottled water. Tiny liquor bottles. Energy drinks. Everything was placed back into neat rows with practiced ease.He was almost done when Caleb’s voice sliced through the silence.“I heard the guest in room 032 was murdered last night.”Jesse froze for a moment, then gently shut the fridge and rose to his feet, locking eyes with Caleb in tense
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