FAZER LOGINTheo's POVI didn't want to see Michael, not after what I'd watched. Not after those cursed hidden cameras had shown me exactly what I never wanted to witness.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw them together.Fernando's hands on Michael, Michael kissing him back, not resisting, not pulling away. Kissing him as though years of separation had never existed.Hearing Michael's moans as Fernando drove his dick inside him.It replayed over and over in my mind like a punishment and I clenched my jaw."No..he manipulated you" I muttered to myself.That had to be the truth.Fernando had always known how to get inside Michael's head. How to make him doubt himself, how to make him forget the pain he had caused.Michael wouldn't willingly betray me, he couldn't.The Fernando I knew was calculating, manipulative, patient. He had probably waited for the perfect moment when Michael felt vulnerable.That was the only explanation I was willing to accept because the alternative meant Michael had chose
Michael's POVI stood in the kitchen for several moments after Fernando disappeared upstairs.The frying pan hissed quietly on the stove, filling the room with the comforting smell of bacon and eggs, yet my attention wasn't on breakfast anymore.It was on Henry. I couldn't shake the image of his face when he had walked through the front door.His eyes had looked tired, not physically, emotionally. I would know because I saw that same expression on mine whenever I looked in the mirror recently. Something had happened last night. Something he wasn't ready to tell me.Ashley noticed me staring absent-mindedly at the stove and gently nudged my shoulder."You're burning the bacon" she said."What?"I blinked before quickly looking down. Sure enough, the edges were beginning to darken.I sighed and turned the heat down and Ashley folded her arms."Are you're worried about Henry?" She asked calmly. I nodded."He wasn't himself and he snapped at me" I answered, my eyes moving from the bacon
Fernando's POVI watched Henry disappear upstairs, and something about the way he carried himself unsettled me.He hadn't looked angry, not exactly. He had looked... burdened, like someone carrying a weight far too heavy for his shoulders.I glanced toward the kitchen.Michael was still standing there with Ashley, worry written all over his face. I knew that expression better than anyone. He wanted to follow Henry, but he also knew pushing him would only make things worse.Which left me.Maybe I wasn't the best person for the job, actually, I was probably the worst. Still, he was my son.Whether he accepted me or not, I couldn't ignore the look on his face.I climbed the stairs slowly, each step echoed through the quiet house. When I reached Henry's door, I knocked gently but silence answered me.I waited a few seconds before knocking again."Henry? It's me" I called.Still nothing.I rested one hand against the door."I just want to talk" I said.His voice finally came from the other
Michael’s POVI woke up slowly.For several seconds, I simply stared at the ceiling above me, feeling unusually comfortable then the memories of last night came rushing back. Every single one of them.My face immediately turned red."Oh God."I dragged a pillow over my face. This was exactly why I hadn't wanted any of this to happen because now I couldn't stop thinking about it, or him, or how much I had missed being close to Fernando.The realization alone was enough to make me groan.After everything we'd been through, after all the years, It was ridiculous that he still had this effect on me.A reluctant smile appeared on my face.Despite all my frustration, there was one thing I couldn't deny. I had missed him.The memory made my smile grow wider before I quickly forced it away.I sighed and got out of bed. I made my way downstairs and headed into the kitchen. The familiar routine immediately helped calm my thoughts.I tied an apron around my waist and started pulling ingredients
Fernando’s POVFor several moments after everything had settled down, neither Michael nor I spoke.The intensity from earlier still lingered between us, not just the fact Michael had thought someone was watching us, but the fact we'd had sex.Not in the way it had before, but in the awkward silence that followed when two people realized they had crossed a line they had been dancing around for far too long.I adjusted the collar of my shirt and glanced across the room.Michael was standing near the dresser, fixing his hair in the mirror, his expression was unreadable and that bothered me because usually I could tell exactly what he was thinking.Today, however, he seemed determined to keep his thoughts locked away."You keep staring at me."His voice broke the silence.I smiled."You noticed.""I noticed because it's creepy" he replied. I raised my hands innocently."I'm not planning anything" I said."That's a lie.""Okay, maybe a little" I joked.Michael groaned and the sound made m
Theo's POVI couldn't breathe. For several long seconds, I simply sat there staring at the laptop screen completely frozen.The room felt too small, too hot, too suffocating. Every muscle in my body had gone rigid.The footage had ended minutes ago after I had closed off the application but I still couldn't move, couldn't think, couldn't process what I had just seen.Michael had let Fernando fuck him.My hands trembled, not from fear but from pure, overwhelming rage.The laptop sat open on the small desk in front of me, mocking me.Roberto entered the room, possibly to tell me something important but he stopped in his tracks when he saw the look on my face."Theo, what's wrong?" He asked but I couldn't answer. I wished I had never looked, I wished I had never placed those cameras, I wished I didn't know, but I did know and now there was no going back.A harsh laugh escaped my mouth and Roberto immediately looked up from where he had been standing."Theo, I'm confused. What happened?"
Fernando’s POVI raised my fist outside the window and the convoy slowed instantly.Headlights from their cars Instantly went dim, engines dropped into a low, obedient hum as my men followed the silent signal without question. The night swallowed the sound almost immediately, thick and heavy, like
Fernando’s POVMichael was still pressed against the wall when I realized my hands were shaking, not with weakness, with restraint.That was the part no one ever understood about me. They thought control meant calm, but control, real control, was this. Standing inches away from the person who coul
Fernando’s POVI shut the study door harder than necessary. The sound echoed off the walls, sharp and final, but it didn’t do a damn thing to quiet the noise in my head caused by Michael.I dragged a hand through my hair and crossed the room, stopping in front of the liquor cabinet like it had pers
Michael’s POVI shouldn’t have come into his study.The moment my foot crossed the threshold, I knew I shouldn’t.Fernando stood behind his desk. He hadn’t sat down, he hadn’t even leaned back like he usually did when he wanted to project calm authority. He was braced forward, one hand flat agains







