LOGINLUCIAN’S POVI thought I didn’t hear Ezran properly until he repeated himself again.“Lucian, I want to give you all of me tonight.”My hands quickly found his waist, steadying him as he settled fully into my laps. For a moment neither of us moved, just breathing each other in, my cufflinks still clutched loosely in one hand.“Ezran,” I said again, quieter this time.“I mean it.” he finished the last button, pushing the shirt back from my shoulders, his fingers trailing over my skin. “I’ve never wanted to give you anything more.”Something in my expression cracked open completely, all the careful restraints finally giving way, and I kissed him like I had been holding myself back for forever. One of my hands slid into his hair, tilting his head to deepen the kiss, while the other pressed firm against the small of his back, drawing him closer until there wasn’t a single inch of space left between us.I watched as he melted into me, his fingers curling against my bare shoulders, and whe
EZRAN’S POVBreakfast with Lucian was silent, my mind racing through the day’s timeline even as I forced myself to appear perfectly relaxed across the table from him.“You’re quiet, baby.” he observed, studying me over his coffee.“Just tired. I’ve had a long week with so much school work, assignments and mini projects to do, I guess.”“Mm.” He didn’t look entirely convinced, but he let it go, reaching over to brush a stray curl from my forehead instead. “I’ll make it up to you this afternoon. Somewhere peaceful and serene.”“I’m looking forward to it.”More than you know, I thought, hiding my smile behind my coffee cup.He left for his investor meeting shortly after, pressing an unhurried kiss to my lips at the door. The moment his car disappeared down the driveway, I sprang into motion, texting Jeanne and Charlyn in the group chat.[Me: He’s gone. The timeline starts now.][Jeanne: On my way to pick you up.][Charlyn: I am already at the terrace house with the caterers. Everything’s
EZRAN’S POVFriday afternoon, I skipped my last lecture entirely to pick up the cufflinks myself, too anxious to trust the delivery to anyone else, even Charlyn.My heart raced as I imagined Lucian’s reaction when he received the cufflinks.Would he be thrilled? Would he pick me up and spin me around, hugging me tight?I had barely stepped through the door before the woman behind the counter, Mrs. Aberdeen, according to the nameplate, offered me an apologetic wince that immediately set my stomach sinking.“Mr. Banks,” she said in an Irish accent. “I am so sorry, but there has been a little complication.”“What kind of complication?”“The engraving machine malfunctioned yesterday evening. We managed to salvage the cufflinks themselves—the compass design turned out beautifully, but the engraving got damaged partway through. We may need until Monday to properly re-engrave them.”No, no, no, what sort of problem is this? Why did this have to happen now of all times?I stared at her, the c
EZRAN’S POV“Absolutely not those,” Jeanne said, wrinkling her nose at the balloon arrangement I had pulled up on my laptop screen. “He’ll take just one look at the glittery gold balloons and immediately suspect something’s wrong with your judgment.”“What’s wrong with gold balloons?”“Nothing, if you’re throwing a party for a sorority girl. But Lucian would rather set the house on fire than stand under glittery arches.”Charlyn, seated across the wine cabinet with her own laptop open, hummed in agreement without looking up. “She’s right. Keep it simple and understated. Besides, he’s never been one for excessiveness, despite the family’s obvious means.”I closed the balloon tab, chastened. “Okay. So what, then?”“Candles,” Charlyn suggested. “String lights, maybe. But if has to be something warm rather than flashy.”“That I can work with.”It was Wednesday evening, two days before the birthday itself, and the three of us had somehow turned the wine attic into an “Operation Birthday pl
EZRAN’S POVI was off my bed and down the hallway before I had even fully processed what I was doing, phone still clutched in my hand and my exhaustion completely forgotten.I burst into Charlyn’s room without knocking, startling her so badly she nearly dropped the book she’d been reading.“Ezran, what on earth—”“Lucian’s birthday is Saturday.”Charlyn blinked at me, setting her book aside slowly. “Of… course,”“You’re aware?” I stared at her, a pang of betrayal washed through me. “You knew and didn’t tell me?”“I assumed you knew. You’re dating him, after all.”“I’ve never asked and he has never mentioned it either! I just found out from his social media bio, Charlyn, his social media bio!”She winced sympathetically, gesturing for me to sit. “That does sound like Lucian. He’s never made a fuss about his birthday, not since Mom passed away on the morning of that same day, actually.”I froze, all negative emotions washed out in an instant. “Your mom died on his birthday?”“Yes.” she
LUCIAN’S POVEzran’s head shot up so fast he nearly headbutted my chin.“Punish me?” His eyes went comically wide, some color finally returning to his face out of sheer indignation. “Lucian, I got drugged. That is not the same as sneaking off to a party.”“You still accepted a drink from a stranger.”“I didn’t know it was drugged! That’s the whole point of drugging someone!”“Regardless. I believe a report is in order.”Ezran’s face went through several stages of horror in rapid succession. “No.”“Two thousand words is the minimum.”“Lucian, I nearly died last night.”“You didn’t nearly die, baby. You were closely monitored by a highly competent boyfriend with high self control all night.”“That’s not the point!” He shoved weakly at my chest, biting his bottom lip. “I am not writing an essay on beverage safety like I’m twelve years old.”“I never said beverage safety.”“Then what?” he looked up at me.“‘Why I Should Always Listen To Lucian Banks.’ Minimum two thousand words by Monday.”
The table fell into silence. Mom's eyes were pleading with me, Jenna was staring at her brother and Charlyn and Robert seemed unfazed by whatever we were doing.“What the fuck did you just call me?” I asked again, rage seeping slowly through me.“A selective brat. You have any issues with that?”G
The wedding dragged to an end and I heaved out in relief. Dragging my already tired limbs out of the hall, I dialed my best friend’s digits via video call.“Yo, Ez.” Erik’s caramel skin glowed as his face appeared on the screen. “Happy married life to you.”The heck?“My mom got married, not me.” I
Melbourne, Australia, 10:00am.EZRAN'S POV.I had exactly three problems that morning.One, my mother was getting married again, two, the black suit I was forced to wear made me look like a guest at a funeral, and three, this wedding was happening whether I liked it or not.I stood in front of the
@lucian.banks_paragon followed you back.My eyes widened and I covered my mouth to prevent myself from screaming out.Another notification popped in and I almost passed out.@lucian.banks_paragon sent you a message.Lucian: Go to bed, kiddo. It's way past your bedtime.I blinked repeatedly as I sta







