I guess the sweetest thing about being Julian Davenport's sugar baby is having my sister come to my room, begging me to lend her my car. The audacity. It was dripping, practically pooling, on the Persian rug Julian had also gotten me yesterday. A rug, I might add, that was probably worth more than my parents’ entire house.Clara, bless her perfectly highlighted hair, was practically vibrating with desperation. “Liam, please. It’s just for a few hours. I need to go see…the Davenports. You know, my future in-laws.”I leaned back in my desk chair, the supple leather conforming to my spine. The new car smell, which I was already getting used to, wafted from the driveway, where my brand-new Porsche gleamed under the afternoon sun. It was a cruel, magnificent sight.“Oh, the Davenports?” I drawled, feigning ignorance. “Fancy that. And why exactly do you need my car, Clara? I thought you had…options.”Her face tightened, just a fraction, but enough for me to see the crack in her polished fac
The tires of my beat-up Corolla screeched slightly as I took the last turn, pulling into the pristine, almost offensively modern parking lot of Davenport Enterprises. A smirk played on my lips. "Let's see if Mr. Always-Too-Busy-For-Clara is too busy for a little unannounced visit from yours truly," I muttered to myself, cutting the engine.The audacity of it all made my heart pound a bit faster. I hadn't told Julian I was coming. Hell, I hadn't told anyone I was coming. Mom and Dad would have a conniption fit if they knew I was within a mile of Davenport Enterprises without Clara glued to my side, ready to snag a stray crumb of their fortune. Clara, well, she'd probably just cry. Again.The lobby was predictably sterile and imposing, all polished chrome and hushed tones. I swaggered up to the reception desk, trying to exude an air of confidence I definitely didn't feel. The receptionist, a woman whose face looked permanently sculpted into a polite frown, raised a perfectly shaped eyeb
The bubbles tickled my skin as I swirled the wine in my glass, the crimson liquid catching the light like a trapped sunset. Julian watched me from across the jacuzzi, his expression…intense. God, lately, everything had been intense. A whirlwind of places, faces, and shopping sprees that could make a Saudi prince blush. It was dizzying, intoxicating, and, if I was being honest, terrifying.“You’re quiet,” Julian said, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through the water."Just enjoying the…ambiance," I replied, forcing a nonchalant shrug. Ambiance, my ass. I was calculating just how much all this opulence was costing him, and how much larger the metaphorical bill I’d eventually present to the Moreau family would be.“Thinking about something specific, Liam?” He leaned forward, the water swirling around his sculpted chest. A chest that, I had to admit, I’d been getting rather familiar with lately.I took a long sip of wine. "Just wondering why you insisted on picking me up earlier. I
The champagne tickled my nose as I tilted the flute, watching the bubbles dance like tiny, reckless stars. First class. Of course. Only the best for the sugar baby of Clara Moreau’s fiancé. The irony tasted sweeter than the vintage.Below, the world shrunk, neatly packaged into squares of green and grey. I imagined Clara down there, probably at some society luncheon, meticulously maintaining her perfect facade. A pang, sharp and unfamiliar, pricked at my conscience. But I ruthlessly stamped it out. She had her ring, her social standing, her parents' unwavering adoration. I had… this. This gilded cage, this intoxicating game. And for now, it was more than enough.Julian sat beside me, a dark silhouette against the bright window. He was working, of course. Even at thirty thousand feet, the gears in his mind were relentlessly turning, calculating, strategizing. He hadn't said much since we boarded, just a curt "Make yourself comfortable, Liam," before burying himself in documents. But th
Liam spun, the silk of the bespoke suit Julian had chosen for him swirling around his legs. The color, a deep teal, was an audacious choice, one that Clara would have deemed "too much." But on him, under Julian's intense gaze, it felt… right. It felt like belonging. He caught Julian’s eye, a flicker of approval – or maybe something more – dancing in their depths."Well?" Liam asked, a carefully constructed nonchalance barely masking the tremor of anticipation in his voice. He needed this. He needed Julian's approval, a balm for the years of being overlooked.Julian rose from the plush armchair, his movements deliberate and unhurried, amplifying the tension in the room. He closed the distance between them, his presence a palpable force. Liam's breath hitched.Instead of a verbal response, Julian reached out, his thumb gently tracing the curve of Liam's cheekbone. The simple touch sent a jolt through Liam, short-circuiting his carefully constructed defenses. He leaned into the touch, cl
The after-party was a cacophony of clinking glasses, forced laughter, and the thumping bass of a DJ trying too hard. Julian, as promised, had dressed Liam. Not in a vulgar, ostentatious way, but with an understated elegance that whispered of wealth and good taste. A silk shirt, the color of claret wine, clung to Liam's frame, its V-neck dipping just low enough to hint at the hollow of his throat. Dark trousers, impeccably tailored, completed the ensemble. He felt like a prized possession, on display and impeccably curated.And Julian certainly treated him like one. All night, he’d kept a possessive hand on the small of Liam’s back, steering him through the crowd, introducing him to people whose names blurred into insignificance. Liam played his part, offering witty retorts and a dazzling smile, fueled by champagne and a simmering resentment. He was a puppet, dancing to Julian’s tune, but tonight, he decided, he’d enjoy the performance.He could feel Damian’s eyes on him throughout the
The chrome gleam of the private jet's landing lights sliced through the inky blackness of the night. Jasper stood on the tarmac, the chill night air doing little to cool the fire that still raged within him. The image of Damian’s leering face and the memory of Liam, vulnerable and terrified, burned behind his eyelids.As the jet door opened, a figure emerged, silhouetted against the cabin light. The man descended the steps with the same effortless grace, the same predatory stillness that Jasper possessed. It was as if looking into a mirror, a mirror reflecting a version of himself honed to a razor's edge."Jul," Jasper said, the name a low rumble in his chest.Julian grinned, a flash of white teeth in the darkness. "Jasper. You sounded… agitated. What prize have you found worth dragging me away from the Aegean at this hour?""A piece of trash that needed taking out."Julian raised an eyebrow, a silent question. Jasper simply turned and walked back towards the waiting car. Julian follo
Liam stirred, his eyes fluttering open. He blinked, trying to focus in the dim light."Julian?" he murmured, his voice still thick with sleep. "What time is it?"Jasper sat down on the edge of the bed, gently stroking Liam's hair. "It's late. But there's someone I want you to meet, officially.”Liam frowned, his eyes slowly adjusting to the darkness. He looked past Jasper, his gaze landing on the figure standing in the doorway.He gasped, his eyes widening in disbelief."Who… who is that?" Liam whispered, his voice trembling.Jasper took a deep breath, bracing himself for Liam's reaction."Liam," he said softly, "This is my brother, Julian."Julian stepped forward into the light, his smile smooth and practiced."Pleasure to finally meet you properly, Liam," he said, his voice a low purr.Liam stared at Jasper, his eyes darting back and forth between the two brothers. He looked as if he might be sick. "This… this is insane," Liam stammered, pushing himself up in bed. He wrapped the sh
"Almost there," Drew said through gritted teeth.He squeezed Liam's balls again, but this time, he didn’t let go. Instead, he rubbed Liam's cock with his other hand, stroking him in time with his thrusts."Fuck," Liam cried out. "Oh god, oh god, oh god!""Look at me," Drew ordered. "I want to see your face when you cum."Liam turned his head, looking into Drew’s eyes. They were dark with lust, his pupils dilated."Yes," Drew hissed. "Cum for me."With a final thrust, Drew pushed Liam over the edge. Liam screamed, his body convulsing with the intensity of his orgasm. He shot his load all over his stomach and chest, his body shaking uncontrollably."Fuck," Drew cursed. He thrust a few more times before he found his own release, filling Liam up with his hot cum.They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies spent and covered in sweat.Drew rolled off Liam and lay beside him, his chest heaving."Holy fuck," he breathed. "That was… wow."Liam didn’t respond. He lay there, his mind reeling from
Drew stepped out in jeans and a fitted black shirt, sunglasses masking his eyes."You look like shit," Drew said, scooping Liam's bag and tossing it into the trunk.Without a word, Liam slid into the passenger seat.Unbeknownst to him, across the street, In a tinted car window, sat Jasper, fists clenched tightly against the steering wheel, jaw set in stone. He watched as the car drove away.Liam sat in silence the entire ride. When they arrived at Drew's apartment, he stepped out and looked up. The building was sleek and modern—far nicer than anything he'd expected."Come on," Drew said, leading him inside.They took the elevator up to the eighth floor. Once inside the apartment, Liam finally got a proper look, the last time he hadn't because he had been drunk.The interior was minimalist but classy. Grey walls, black leather furniture, glass shelves."Here," Drew said, pointing to a guest bedroom. "You can keep your stuff here. This is your room."Liam stepped inside slowly."Thanks,
"Ugh... my head," Liam groaned, clutching his temples as he sat up, blinking against the blinding light peeking through the curtains.He looked around, trying to recall where he was. Sheets tangled around his legs, a foreign room... a warm body beside him."Shit," he muttered.Then he remembered. "Drew. Yeah... Drew. The guy from the bar."He looked down at himself, bare, the events from the night before flashing before his eyes. The shame settled in.Liam started gathering his clothes hastily, mumbling, "What the fuck did I do?"Drew stirred beside him, eyes fluttering open. "Hey... good morning. How you feeling?""Like shit," Liam snapped. "And I'd prefer if we forget anything like this ever happened. I don't know you. So let’s leave it at that."He didn’t wait for a reply. He was out the door before Drew could say another word.Outside his apartment, Liam found Jasper leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed."Where have you been?" Jasper asked, his tone calm but eyes narrowed.
The bar was dimly lit, with neon signs flickering and the air thick with smoke and regret. The thud of music barely covered the sobs Liam tried to swallow with every gulp of whiskey.Glass clinked. Tears dropped. Heart ached.Another shot.He didn’t even bother to ask what it was anymore. He kept asking for the strongest they had, the strongest that could help fight this ache in his chest.His heart felt hollow.His head heavy.And his pride—shattered.He could still hear Jasper’s voice echoing from the wedding ceremony, those cold words meant to distance them, to wound, to humiliate.“You think I would ever be gay? That I would want you?”Liam winced and wiped his eyes roughly. “Bastard,” he muttered under his breath.Julian, married. Clara, beaming in her white dress. Jasper, kissed by a beautiful blonde in front of flashing cameras like Liam was a stranger–no, like he was a fool. A very foolish fool.A tear slid down his cheek. He slammed another glass back.“Bartender,” he slurred
Later The AfterpartyThe hall was buzzing with laughter and lights, but Jasper was in a daze. His drink sat untouched. His mind raced.Spotting Vivian near the corner, laughing with some investment heir, Jasper stormed toward her.He grabbed her arm and yanked her away from the crowd, dragging her to a dark hallway behind the main bar.With one hand, he pinned her to the wall."What are you doing here, Vivian? Why are you back?"She tilted her head, unbothered. "You always were dramatic.""I fucking paid you to disappear!" Jasper snapped, hand tightening slightly at her neck.Vivian giggled. "Darling, don’t flatter yourself. I got a better offer.""From who?"She leaned close, her breath brushing his cheek. "Why don’t you go ask your daddy? He paid more than you ever could."She shoved him off and sauntered away, hips swaying like a weapon.Jasper stood still, breathing hard. Fury crawled under his skin. He turned, ready to go confront his father.But Julian stepped in front of him."
The sun dripped gold across the lavish wedding venue, setting the scene aglow with a surreal charm. Everything looked picture-perfect, almost too perfect, like a fairytale written with precision and power. Clara and Julian's wedding was the event of the season, an opulent affair meant to dazzle, silence rumors, and elevate prestige.Liam stood at the edge of the gathering, watching everything unfold as though he were underwater, sound muffled and movements slowed. His chest felt tight, constricted by the choking grip of disbelief. Julian looked striking in his white tuxedo, Clara dazzling in a sleeveless, crystal-embellished gown that shimmered like a river of stars.It was happening. It was actually happening.Julian was marrying Clara.Liam couldn’t breathe.He clutched his champagne glass too tightly, the sweat of his palm sliding against the stem. He had spent days burying guilt, pretending everything was fine, smiling for Jasper, laughing at nothing. But right here, in this momen
Liam bit the inside of his cheek. Hard.The words he wanted to say, about Julian, about everything, burned on his tongue.But he swallowed them down.“I'm just tired,” he said instead.It was the safest lie he had left.Jasper studied him for a long moment, something dark and pained in his eyes.“Just... hold on a little longer, okay?” Jasper said softly. "After the wedding... everything will be different."Liam nodded mutely, but inside, he wasn’t so sure.Because some wounds didn’t heal with time.Some bruises didn’t fade.And Liam was starting to realize — some cracks, once made, could never be undone.The house was quiet — unnervingly so.Liam walked barefoot through the guest wing of the estate, one hand trailing along the polished banister. Everything looked picture-perfect, but all he could feel was the invisible weight of judgment and whispers clinging to the walls.He hadn’t seen Clara since the scene she caused at the rehearsal venue. He didn’t want to.Julian hadn’t called.
He stood by the stairwell, watching Clara twirl in her wedding dress as Julian beamed at her. Cameras flashed around them, capturing every perfect angle, every loving gaze.Liam's stomach churned.Julian looked so comfortable — so natural. Like he hadn't turned Liam's world upside down just days ago. Like the night they had spent together had been nothing more than a figment of Liam’s stupid, selfish imagination.You fool, Liam thought bitterly, clenching his fists behind his back.Beside him, Jasper was chatting lightly with one of Clara’s bridesmaids, a polite smile fixed on his face. His hand brushed Liam’s in a small, grounding touch — an unspoken I’m here — but it only made Liam feel sicker.He didn’t deserve Jasper’s warmth.He didn’t deserve his trust.“Hey,” Jasper murmured, leaning closer, “you okay?”Liam blinked rapidly, forcing a grin. “Yeah. Just… hungry.”Jasper chuckled softly, squeezing his hand before stepping away to grab them both something from the buffet.Liam wat
“You’re disgusting,” Jasper said, stepping forward. “You only care about perception. Never people.”“Well,” Mr. Davenport said calmly, “you have two weeks. By your brother’s wedding, this ‘relationship’ ends. Or I end it for you.”Jasper stared at him, loathing burning in his veins. “I hate you.”He meant it more now than ever before.“I wish you’d died instead of Mom.”That should’ve been the nuclear bomb. The unforgivable statement.But Mr. Davenport didn’t flinch.He smiled.“If you really wish that,” he said coldly, “I hope you’re prepared to watch that boy die because of you.”The words hung in the air like poison.Jasper’s chest tightened. “You wouldn’t Dare”“You know what I’m capable of,” his father said, standing now, his presence towering. “You’ve seen it.”“I’ll go to the press,” Jasper threatened. “I’ll destroy you.”His father leaned in, voice quiet. “And drag Liam down with you? Who do you think they’ll believe, Jasper? Me, the respected billionaire with a network of law