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
"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.
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,
"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
The chandelier, a monstrosity of crystal and gaudy gold, dripped light like honey, coating everything in a syrupy sheen of wealth. I took a sip of my lukewarm champagne, the bubbles doing little to soothe the acid churning in my stomach. "Gilded cage," I muttered under my breath, the phrase feeling particularly apt. This whole scene, this extravagant charade, was a cage built of borrowed money and desperate hopes, and my family were willingly locking themselves inside.I surveyed the room, a grotesque tableau of forced smiles and strained conversations. My parents, Mr. and Mrs. Moreau, were the ringleaders of this circus, their faces plastered with an almost manic joy. They flitted between guests, their bodies practically vibrating with the effort of appearing relaxed and affluent. My mother's dress, a shimmering emerald number, was undoubtedly purchased on credit, a fact that only I seemed to recognize. My father, usually slumped and defeated, stood ramrod straight, puffing out his c
The Moreau mansion, a monument to faded glory and burgeoning mildew, sagged under the weight of its own disappointment. It was a stark contrast to the Davenport estate, a place Liam had only glimpsed the night before, a glittering promise of wealth and power he felt entitled to. Here, paint peeled like sunburnt skin, revealing layers of neglect beneath. The air hung thick with the scent of dust, regret, and Mrs. Moreau’s perpetually simmering anxieties.Liam navigated the creaking floorboards of the library, the only room in the house that still held a semblance of its former grandeur. He ran a finger along the spine of a leather-bound book, the title long since obscured by age and grime. He didn’t care about literature; he cared about leverage. And Julian Davenport was the ultimate lever.For the past few hours, Liam had been devouring every article, every blog post, every whispered rumor he could find about Julian Davenport. His search history was a testament to his growing obsessio
The 'Obsidian Lounge' was a monument to excess, all polished chrome and strategically placed lighting designed to flatter the obscenely wealthy. Liam, dressed in a tailored black suit he'd nearly starved himself to afford, felt like a particularly gaudy ornament amidst the human chandeliers. He’d spent hours agonizing over the outfit, wanting to project an image of effortless sophistication, a stark contrast to the Moreau family’s perpetually strained finances. He needed to be noticed, not just seen, by Julian Davenport.He perched on a high stool at the bar, nursing a single, exorbitantly priced martini. He’d chosen a spot with a clear view of the entrance, his senses on high alert. He practiced nonchalant sips, his eyes scanning the room, his mind a whirlwind of rehearsed lines and calculated gestures. This was it. The first act of his carefully crafted play for revenge.He spotted Julian Davenport the moment he walked in. He was a silhouette of power, his dark suit impeccably tailo
The address Julian’s assistant had sent me led to a penthouse apartment that practically scraped the sky. Stepping out of the taxi, I felt a familiar prickle of anxiety. This was it. The point of no return. I was about to walk into the lion’s den, armed with nothing but my wit and a hefty dose of self-loathing.The lobby was all polished chrome and hushed whispers. The doorman, a man who looked like he’d been carved from granite, eyed me with suspicion before reluctantly buzzing me up.The elevator doors opened directly into the apartment. And what an apartment it was. Floor-to-ceiling windows offered a panoramic view of the city, spread out like a glittering carpet at my feet. The furniture looked like it belonged in a museum, all sharp angles and minimalist design. It was breathtaking, and utterly sterile.He was standing by the window, a glass of amber liquid swirling in his hand. He turned as I entered, and all coherent thoughts momentarily fled. He was even more devastatingly han
"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