Clara’s smile was dazzling—l–her eyes, not so much.“Well, well, well…” She glided toward Liam like she was on a fashion runway, her heels slicing through the tension in the air. Her voice was sweet as syrup, but the venom beneath it sizzled. “What a surprise to see you here, dear brother, I doubt you got on with your life.”Liam gave a lopsided smile, folding his arms casually. “Didn’t know crashing a dinner was frowned upon now. My bad.”Clara leaned in slightly, still smiling, a hand resting lightly on Liam’s shoulder as a photographer passed. She posed for a second before hissing, “You’re not invited. What the hell are you doing here?, mom and dad shouldn't even know you're here, you've been disowned remember.”“Well like I said before, I was disowned a long time ago but right now I'm here, getting a front row seat to your performance,” Liam murmured back. “Don’t worry. I won’t upstage you. I know how hard you worked for this role.”Julian stood frozen a few steps behind, his thro
As he kissed Liam again, his hand going to Liam's belt, as he took him into a toilet door and closed it shut .They were kissing again, Liam’s back against the door, Julian’s body pressed against his.Julian’s hand found the button on Liam's pants, fumbling with it impatiently.“Julian–” Liam gasped.“Shh,” Julian whispered against his lips. “Let me.”He undid Liam’s zipper, reaching into his pants and wrapping his hand around Liam’s hardening cock.Liam moaned, closing his eyes.Julian stroked him slowly, teasingly, his other hand coming up to grip Liam’s hair.“Look at me,” Julian commanded, his voice low.Liam opened his eyes, meeting Julian’s heated gaze.Julian smirked, his thumb brushing over the head of Liam’s cock. “You want this, don’t you?”Liam nodded, his breath catching.Julian leaned in, capturing Liam’s mouth in a kiss as he continued to stroke him.Liam arched his hips, thrusting into Julian’s hand.“Fuck, Julian,” he moaned.Julian broke the kiss, his eyes never leavi
Jasper stood up slowly, his movements calm and deliberate. He walked toward Liam, stopping just in front of him. “Liam,” he said softly, reaching out to touch Liam’s arm. “We are enough. But Julian needs to realize that himself.”Liam jerked away from Jasper’s touch, anger and hurt swirling in his chest. “He won’t. Not unless we make him.”Jasper frowned, confusion crossing his face. “What are you saying?”Liam’s eyes narrowed , a plan forming in his mind. “We make him choose. For real this time. No more pretending, no more games.”“And how do you suggest we do that?” Jasper asked, skepticism evident in his tone.Liam’s lips curled into a bitter smile. “By giving him a taste of what he’ll lose if he marries Clara. By making him jealous as fuck.”Jasper raised an eyebrow, understanding dawning on his face. “You mean…” He trailed off, letting the implication hang in the air.Liam nodded. “Exactly. We make Julian see that we don’t need him. That we can be happy without him.”Jasper was q
He felt a hand on his arm, Clara’s touch light and tentative.“Are you okay?” she asked softly, her voice trembling slightly.Julian shook his head, his throat tight with emotion. “No,” he said hoarsely. “I’m not okay. I’m far from okay.”Clara was silent for a moment, her hand still on his arm. “Do you want to talk about it?” she asked quietly."No", he replied coldly, the alcohol still in his head . “I don’t want to talk. I don’t want to think, aren't you going to go home." Julian said "It's late Julian, and there's no way you will be sending me home after fucking me so hard."In response Julian dialed his security's number, "Clara is ready to leave, drop her off." He said without giving a chance to respond he ended the call.Clara sat up slowly, her movements careful and measured.“Fine,” she said quietly, her voice tinged with anger. “If you don’t want to talk, then don’t. But don’t think this is over.”She stood up, grabbing her dress from the floor. She didn’t bother putting it
“Yes, sir,” his assistant replied, handing him a cup of coffee. “I took the liberty of ordering your usual.”Julian took the coffee gratefully, taking a sip as he walked towards his office.As he entered, he was greeted by the sight of his desk, covered in papers and files. He sighed heavily, knowing he had a lot of work to catch up on. His mind was in a storm.He sat down at his desk, opening up his emails. There were dozens of messages, all marked as urgent.He started reading through them, trying to focus on the words. But his mind kept drifting back to Liam, wondering what he was doing.He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. He needed to concentrate on work, not on his personal problems.He spent the next few hours working diligently, trying to get through as much as he could. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t shake the feeling of emptiness.At 11am sharp, his assistant knocked on the door. “Mr. Collins is here to see you, sir.”Julian looked up, nodding curtl
"Julian, smile a little. People are watching," Clara whispered through her teeth.Julian forced a smile. "You mean, pretend.""Call it what you want. We have to look happy."They stood side by side, cameras flashing, lights bright in their faces."Mr. Davenport, how does it feel to be engaged to Clara Jones?" a reporter asked.Julian glanced at Clara, then back at the reporter. "It feels... expected."Clara nudged him quickly, her smile never fading. "He means exciting," she said."Yes," Julian nodded slowly. "Exciting."Clara laughed, wrapping her arm around his. "He’s always joking."Another reporter raised a hand. "Will there be a wedding date soon?""We’re working on it," Clara answered sweetly. "Very soon."Julian just nodded again.After the questions, they posed for more photos. Clara leaned in, her lips brushing his ear."You better act right, or I swear I’ll make your life hell."Julian looked at her, a small fake grin still on his face. "You’re already doing that."Once it w
Liam led Jasper to the bedroom, his body trembling under Jasper’s touch.Jasper undressed him slowly, kissing every inch of skin he exposed. Liam arched under him, desperate for more.When Jasper finally entered him, it was slow. Gentle. Liam cried out, not from pain, but from relief.“Harder,” he breathed.Jasper moved faster, but he was careful, his eyes on Liam’s face, making sure he was okay.“I’m okay,” Liam said, pulling him closer. “Don’t hold back. Just…”Jasper understood.He moved faster. Harder. Liam gasped, his hands clutching at Jasper’s back.“Like this?” Jasper asked, his voice rough.“Yes,” Liam breathed. “Just like this.”Jasper held him close, thrusting deep, giving Liam everything he needed.Liam’s voice was a mix of moans and sobs, his body shuddering with pleasure.“You’re safe,” Jasper said into his ear. “I’ve got you.”Liam’s release came quick, his body tightening around Jasper, who soon followed.Afterward, they lay tangled together, sweat cooling on their ski
"You okay?" he asked gently.Liam smiled, still dazed from pleasure. "More than okay," he replied. "Thank you."Jasper chuckled, pulling Laim into his arms. "Anytime." He said as he lifted him up and carried him to bed.He didn't leave. He stayed with Laim through the night, holding him close. They slept, woke up, and Laim made breakfast. The sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over them. It felt like a new beginning. And as they ate, Laim smiled."Thanks for last night," he said."No problem." Jasper smiled back.Liam reached for Jasper's hand, squeezing it gently. "For everything, really. You've been here for me.""Always."And for the first time since everything happened, Laim really felt like things might be okay. He looked at Jasper, seeing him in a new light. He wasn't just the person who brought him closer to Julian. He was someone who cared, someone who was there. And in that moment, Laim realized he might have real feelings for Jasper too.But he didn't say
Vivian turned on her heel, walking out of the study without looking back. She knew that this was just the beginning, but she was ready for it. She would do whatever it took to get what she wanted, no matter the cost.Vivian left the study a few minutes later, storming down the hall, her face tight with fury. She entered the guest room she’d used before and began tossing her things into a suitcase.“I’ll do anything to get what I want,” she muttered through clenched teeth. “Anything.”A Davenport driver dropped her off at Jasper’s apartment complex. She knocked twice. The door opened moments later.Jasper stood in the doorway, his eyes narrowing instantly. “Why are you here?”Vivian shoved past him, her suitcase wheels rattling. “Why don’t you ask your pa, sweetie,” she said sweetly, tossing her hair and heading upstairs.Jasper slammed the door shut and immediately pulled out his phone. “What the hell are you playing at?” he barked once the line connected.Mr. Davenport’s voice was ca
Later that afternoon, Vivian stepped into the massive Davenport estate, her heels clicking against the marble. She walked directly toward the study where she knew he’d be.Mr. Davenport was behind his desk, a cigar in one hand and a glass of scotch in the other. “Vivian,” he greeted, his voice smug. “Where’ve you been?”“Handling my business,” she replied coolly.He chuckled. “Just be careful, dear. Sloppiness will cost you more than it earns.”She rolled her eyes slightly. “I’m always careful.”“Good,” he said, setting the glass down. “You’ll be moving in with Jasper today.”She gave a small nod. “Fine.”“But,” he said, standing and walking slowly toward her, “there’s one more thing you need to do before you leave.”Her eyes followed his hand as it went to his belt buckle. "C'mon girl, you know I will pay, and you remember the night you gave me the best night at the striper's club where I found you." Vivian sighed internally. Not again. But she needed the money, needed the power he
"Touch yourself," he ordered.She obeyed, her fingers finding her clit."Yes," he hissed. "Make yourself cum."Vivian stroked herself, her body trembling with pleasure. She could feel her orgasm building."Wait for me, stop rushing," the man growled.She nodded, biting her lip.He increased his pace, his thrusts becoming erratic."Now, cum for me you little slut" he commanded.Vivian cried out, her body convulsing as her orgasm hit her, sweat leaving her skin. The man groaned, finding his own release inside her.They lay there for a moment, catching their breath."That was good, really good," Vivian said softly.He nodded. "You're such a good slut, you always deliver."She smiled. "It's what you pay me for."The man kissed her once more, then got comfortable on the bed."My wife might just die," he said. "The cancer might just definitely kill her, and I'm not cheating on my wife, man got needs, I need to fuck."Vivian sat up, watching him. "Of course."The man looked at her, a glint i
Drew glanced at the clock with a smirk curling at his lips. "Ah, right on time," he murmured, rising from the couch with the smooth confidence of someone who already knew the outcome of the next few minutes.He tugged at the hem of his shirt, straightening it with practiced ease before heading to the door. From the other end of the room, Liam watched him, his arms folded, a faint crease forming between his brows.A knock echoed. Drew opened the door.A man in a courier uniform stood outside, holding a large cardboard box. "Package for Mr. Drew Miller."Drew’s grin widened. "That’s me."Without hesitation, he took the clipboard, scribbled his signature in a messy scrawl, and accepted the package. His eyes gleamed with something unreadable as he closed the door and carried the box to the center table.Liam shifted uneasily. "What’s that?"Drew looked at him with a grin. "What do you think?"Liam's brow furrowed. "I... I don't know."Drew pulled a small knife from the drawer and sliced t
"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."