LOGINDamian’s POV “Who am I speaking with?” My screen lit up even in the dark room. I could tell it wasn't my alarm but a call from an unknown number. I picked it up. This wasn't something that happened very often. “Aren't you coming to work?” The voice I would always recognize laughed loudly over the phone. I moved it away from my ear. “You're disturbing my sleep,” I grumbled. “Bitch? Be for real,” Bruce laughed loudly. My foster brother, Bruce, wasn't going to be angry at me for not replying to his countless messages because all he ever did was send me random pictures of himself and his boyfriend while they traveled. He screamed into the phone. “Be here soon. Or else...” Then he hung up. The audacity of this man to threaten me this early. I grumbled as I got out of bed. I hadn't realized my alarm had gone off countless times while I lay there doing nothing. I had sent Nickolai a text, and he hadn't responded. As I picked up my towel, I checked the message again only to see th
Damian’s POVThe moment I got down from Nickolai’s car, I looked around to make sure he was nowhere near the house or the car.Then I quietly slipped through the gate that led into the mansion.Derek’s car was parked in the driveway, a good sign that he was around and wasn't going anywhere today.I wanted to just lie in my bed and spend the rest of my night doom-scrolling on my phone, something I hadn't done in years.The threatening messages had finally stopped, and I wasn't sure if they had truly stopped or if I had simply stopped seeing them on my table.As I walked into the living room, slowly passing the kitchen so I could quietly tiptoe upstairs and avoid Derek's questions, I was suddenly stopped by a feminine voice that sounded somewhat familiar."The greatest artist," the lady said before I could escape, and I slowly straightened my back to face her.It was Derek's girlfriend, and Derek slowly stepped behind her, holding her waist firmly."Where were you going?" they asked, th
Nickolai's POV I felt bad. I had avoided certain things today because I was still carrying guilt over everything that had happened. I wanted Damian. I wanted to be with him more than anything. But I couldn't bring myself to stop thinking about the divorce that had finally been finalized. As I parked the car in the driveway leading to the penthouse—the place that had always felt like home—I realized just how much I had missed it. Before everything fell apart, it had been my sanctuary. My ex-wife had abandoned Derek as though he had never deserved anything from either of us. The way she looked at him... The way she complained about everything he did, forgetting he was only a baby. The way she would leave the house without him just to "find her peace," as she always put it. I knew I couldn't fight that battle alone. I had booked countless vacations, retreats, and therapy sessions for her, hoping she would finally have a safe place to express whatever she was feeling. But every
Damian's POV As we sat on a bench a little way from the ocean, he held my fingers tightly, gently caressing each one of them. "I come here often," he said casually, as though the confession didn't hurt him one bit. "Whenever my ex-wife started acting distant..." He paused, scanning the shoreline. "She was always distant." He let out a quiet laugh, but the humor did nothing to lighten the heaviness in his voice. The cool breeze drifting in from the ocean made me shiver. Whatever was growing between us felt too real now, too precious for me to risk ruining. Yet I couldn't shake the thoughts running through my head. "I signed a deal with someone important today," he continued, his gaze fixed on the endless waves as the wind brushed the strands of hair that had fallen onto his forehead. "How was it?" I asked, eager to hear about his day and secretly hoping I'd get to tell him about mine too. "It was perfect." He paused. His expression shifted instantly before he spoke again. He
Damian's POV Even as I constantly watched my phone, hoping Nickolai had texted me, my mind kept replaying everything that had happened that morning and the beautiful moments we had shared the night before. I had texted him that morning, right after we said our goodbyes. My assistant was currently instructing the staff to keep the studio spotless because of the important visitor we would be having. I hadn't realized someone was already inside my office until I heard my assistant giggling behind the person. I raised my gaze and was met with my best friend—my only friend. "Where have you been?" he asked, raising a brow with the concern he never failed to show me. "Derek." I quickly cleared my throat, trying to wash away the feelings that were clouding my thoughts. I rubbed my temples, avoiding his eyes. "Work." I had lied. A small part of me wanted to tell my best friend the truth. But there was no way I could tell him I was sleeping with his father. He would never forgive
Nickolai's POV After climaxing countless times, I stood up from the bed and walked into the bathroom to get away from Damian. I could lie beside him all day and never get tired of being with him. But I needed to leave and get back to work. After kissing him goodbye, I walked out of the hotel, leaving Damian to get ready for work. If we stayed in the room any longer, Derek would grow suspicious, and I was trying my best to avoid anything that would make him find out about all this before I told him myself. As I walked into the office, I prepared myself for everything I had ahead of me. My assistant walked behind me as she tried to brief me on everything that was happening today. "It's a busy day, sir, a—" she said while I pushed the door to my office open. "You have a visitor." She paused. We both focused on a familiar face I hadn't seen in a long time. I had decided to pause whatever my private investigator was working on because I was finally beginning to experience the happ
Nickolai’s POV As I drove to the studio to pick up Damian, I wasn't sure if I was ready to show him this side of me. I tightly gripped the steering wheel, I stared at the cars passing by and wondered if I could just cancel the plan so I wouldn't have to face Damian and take him there. But I co
Nickolai’s POVThe moment I stepped into the elevator, all eyes were transfixed on me. For whatever reason, I expected them to throw me weird looks, but they simply glanced at me and focused on their work. I nodded absentmindedly and walked toward Damian's office. As I approached the office, my he
Damian's POV Surprisingly, I felt a soft touch beneath me the moment I woke up. The soft sheets that I hadn’t realised how I got there. The call had ended with me crying and spilling half of everything I was meant to keep a secret. Only leaving out the part that I had run away because I was too s
Nickolai’s POV Even as my fingers flexed around my phone for the tenth time that day, I kept glancing at my texts, promising myself not to overwhelm Damian. I had been very inconsiderate, catching him without a safety net. I was afraid he was finally going to run this time, but I had someone watc







