Mag-log inAdrian's POVThe meeting went well, we closed the deal. I walked out with the partner smiling as we walk through the corridor toward my cabin, I hear Ethan's voice. My face scowled immediately, and as I look forward I find someone running from the lounge toward the staircase. "Ethan? Is it him?", I mumble under my breath. "Umm... sir. Its Ethan only", Davel whispered from behind. I frowned hard and passed a stern gaze at him. Before I could inquire further, I find another person trying to behind him. Instantly, I worked with my reflex."Stop!", I said. The person halted on his way and stands rooted. Excusing myself from the client, I eye Davel to take care of him and walk toward the suited person. The moment I reached closer to him I got a familiar face."James?", I utter more like a question to myself. "What are you doing here?", I ask as he turns to me fully."Hello Brother...", he said, with a smile. I clench my fist and stare at his face. Trying to read his face. "I just came
Ethan's POV"Hello Ethan, long time no see," he says, amusement threading through his voice like a blade wrapped in silk. An excited smile spreads across his face. Meanwhile, seeing my worst nightmare standing in front of me, alive and breathing, makes my knees buckle. The floor tilts. I slip and land back on the couch before I even register falling.Horror spreads through me. My blood drains somewhere I can't reach, and my eyes go wide, red-rimmed, burning. My heart stutters to a stop for one long, suspended second when I see the corner of his lips curl upward an evil smirk dressed up as a smile. His shoes click against the floor, louder with every step he takes toward me. My fingers clutch at the sofa's velvet, nails digging in until the fabric bunches beneath them. He looks like a devil walking calmly through hell he built himself."What?" he asks, feigning innocence, stopping two steps away. "Are you not happy seeing me?" His voice cracks with faked hurt, and the sound sends a
Ethan’s POVAlmost a week had passed meaning seven days of pretending that everything was normal when nothing inside me felt normal anymore. I had built a shell around myself and stayed inside it. I spoke to Adrian only when absolutely necessary. Even then, my answers were short, emotionless, and carefully measured.“Yes.”“No.”“I’m fine.”“I don’t need anything.”Those were probably the words Adrian had heard most from me all week. And strangely enough, he never complained. He didn’t force me to talk nor did he demand explanations.Instead, he simply stayed.During therapy sessions, I barely responded to him. Sometimes I didn’t even acknowledge his presence. I would sit quietly, answer the therapist when I was asked something, and leave the moment the session ended.I had asked for space and Adrian gave it to me. But he never truly left me alone. He maintained his distance, but somehow he was always there.If I went downstairs, he would eventually appear there. If I sat in the stud
Ethan's POVWhen my eyes opened, everything seemed blurry. I wondered for a second if I was dead. Was I able to accomplish my idea? But when my vision got cleared I realised I was still alive.A deep breathe exhales out of my chest as disappointment. I was heart broken to know I survived. And closed my eyes again. "Survived to face all those disgrace, humiliation, pain and trauma," my subconscious said. And a electrifying jolt passes through my spine.I jolt up on the bed, and sit on my ass. My breathe heaving as James dangerous yet mockery filled laugh echoes in my ears. His face flashing right infront of me as he says, "You can't even do a task nicely. Pity on you, Ethan..."Tsk. Tsk. Tsk."No... I failed", I scream in panic. As two stong arms engulf me in a hug. "Please spare me...", I cried. Resisting to get out of that hold which was trying to grab and pull me back."Open your eyes, Ethan. You are safe... I'm there", a soft voice cooes in my ears. I jitter first but then slowly,
Adrian's POV"Hak... hak..."The sound broke through before anything else did. Raw. Wet. Tearing its way out of his throat in short broken bursts.I froze completely, my whole body going still except for the frantic hammering of my own heart. I watched his eyes flutter, half opening, unfocused, the pupils struggling to fix on anything at all. He looked at me and through me at the same time, like I was nothing more than a shape and a blur of light standing over him.He's alive. He's breathing. He's alive.I pulled him into my arms before I could stop myself, holding him like my own life depended on the grip of my hands. I didn't care how it looked. I didn't care that Rosamund stood watching from the doorway with her hand still pressed over her mouth. I just held him."Ethan. Ethan, I'm here. I'm right here."His face didn't change. No recognition crossed it. His eyes stayed distant, glassy, drifting somewhere past my shoulder like he couldn't place where the sound of my voice was even
I sat in the car for quite long after the outbreak. Tired and exhausted, resting my head on the head rest with eyes closed. When my hands finally stopped shaking and breath got even. I wiped my face hard, dragged my palm down as if I could scrub the thought off. Then sighing deeply, I pushed the door open and stepped out into the afternoon air, telling myself that "I'm okay". But ended up buying a few more minutes to breathe. To fold my own storm back into its box before I had to face Ethan again. But I never got those minutes. The moment I rounded the driveway and went inside the house, I heard it. "Ethan dear, can you hear me. Please answer my child", Mrs. Rosamund yells. While her hands were banging the door. As she slammed her fists against wood. Frantic, relentless, the sound carrying all the way down to where I stood frozen for half a second, my body refusing to move before my mind had even caught up. "Ethan! Ethan, open the door!" Rosamund kept on chanting. Her voi
Ethan’s POV:I swallowed hard. My own cock was throbbing, aching for release, but I wanted to give him pleasure too. I turned toward him and reached down. My hand slid inside his pants and found him. He was rock hard, hot and heavy in my palm.He groaned the moment I touched him. “Fuck… yes…”I stro
Ethan’s POV It's been two days since that kissing incident occurred, it had no feelings like before but pure dominance which left me disgusted. Thankfully, my fever got high and I didn't have to face him much but today I feel good and decided to help Mrs. Rosamand for his dinner. "You should rest
Ethan’s POVHow long was he watching us? And why?Before I could excuse or walk to him, Adrians walked to me, his eyes throwing daggers and my breath hitched. "Can I just borrow my partner from you?", he asks, holding me from my arms.His hold tight made me witter in pain but forcing a smile I walk
Ethan’s POVIt was 5:00 pm and I was resting in my room thinking Adrian is off to work, when I found him walking in my room making me startled. "Aren't you supposed to come at 7:00 pm?", I blurted my thoughts loudly."Is it?", he cocks his brows at me. "I thought I was a free king, and I can chang







