Julian Davenport’s office was dark despite the early afternoon sun outside. The blinds were drawn tight. His jacket was off, sleeves rolled up, and his tie hung loose around his neck like a noose he was too tired to tighten. He stood in front of the massive window overlooking the city, a glass of scotch untouched in his hand.The press had moved too fast.The whispers had turned into headlines. Social media was a minefield. Half the office pretended not to stare when he passed, but he could feel their eyes, their thoughts, their glee at the fall of the golden boy.He hated it.He hated how he hadn’t seen it coming–how Jasper and Liam had turned the tables on him without even trying. He hated how much it hurt to see the man he’d once kissed without thought now looking at someone else like they were his entire world.And he hated Clara.Not for any fault of her own, but because she was part of this mess, this lie. This life he had forced himself into.The door clicked open behind him.“
"Ohhhh fuck yes!" Clara screamed out as Julian thrusted harder and deeper. "Fucking cum for me now!" Julian ordered and Clara came on his cock hard while moaning loudly."That is what is real!" Julian said and pulled out and came on her face.Clara moaned loudly when she felt Julian’s cum shooting all over her face and she used her finger to wipe off his cum and licked it.“I mean it Julian this isn't what's real." Clara said as she stood up to wear her skirt."Can't you take a look at yourself, I mean you just licked my cum, wedding or not, this is all you will ever be to me, a fucking slut" Julian said to Clara and Clara slapped him hard."Fuck you"She fixed her skirt, picked up her panties from the floor, and walked out without looking back.Julian remained there, staring at the mess they'd made. The papers, the broken button, the streaks on the glass that would need explaining.He’d told himself it would fix something. That it would somehow numb the chaos in his chest.It didn’t.
Julian didn’t hear the door open. He was sitting in the private back room of the lounge, the bottle now almost empty, his face flushed, eyes red.Liam stepped in quietly.“Julian.”Julian looked up, startled. And then, seeing Liam, his expression cracked. Like a wall collapsing. He stood shakily, knocking over his glass.“You came,” he said hoarsely.Liam took a step closer. “You texted me.”Julian’s eyes shimmered. “I’m sorry, Liam.”He stumbled forward and gripped Liam’s shirt like a man drowning. “I’m so fucking sorry.”Liam didn’t answer. But his arms wrapped around Julian before he realized he’d moved. It felt like muscle memory. Like exhaling after holding his breath for too long.Julian buried his face in Liam’s neck, trembling. “You were the only thing that felt right.”“I know,” Liam whispered. “I know.”Julian pulled back slightly, his eyes bloodshot but locked on Liam’s. “Can I kiss you?”Liam didn’t respond.Julian leaned forward anyway.Their lips met like a crash –despe
He slicked himself up, then positioned himself at Julian’s entrance.“Do it,” Julian gritted out.Liam pressed in slowly, watching Julian’s face for any sign of pain. Julian’s breath hitched, but he kept his gaze steady.When Liam was fully inside him, he paused. “Are you okay?”Julian laughed bitterly. “Do I look okay?”Liam shook his head. “You shouldn’t have called me.”“Maybe not,” Julian admitted. “But I couldn’t stand seeing you with him. I can’t let you go, Liam. Not completely.”Liam didn’t know what to say to that. So he started to move. Slow, deep thrusts that made Julian’s breath catch in his throat.Julian reached down and started stroking himself in time with Liam’s movements.Laim watched him, mesmerized. “Fuck, I really do fucking hate you” he murmured.Julian’s lips curled into a smirk. “I know,” he said. “And you love it.”Liam shook his head, smiling despite himself. “You’re impossible.”Julian wrapped his Liam's legs tighter around his waist. “I know. Now I will mak
“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
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
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.
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
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
He slicked himself up, then positioned himself at Julian’s entrance.“Do it,” Julian gritted out.Liam pressed in slowly, watching Julian’s face for any sign of pain. Julian’s breath hitched, but he kept his gaze steady.When Liam was fully inside him, he paused. “Are you okay?”Julian laughed bitterly. “Do I look okay?”Liam shook his head. “You shouldn’t have called me.”“Maybe not,” Julian admitted. “But I couldn’t stand seeing you with him. I can’t let you go, Liam. Not completely.”Liam didn’t know what to say to that. So he started to move. Slow, deep thrusts that made Julian’s breath catch in his throat.Julian reached down and started stroking himself in time with Liam’s movements.Laim watched him, mesmerized. “Fuck, I really do fucking hate you” he murmured.Julian’s lips curled into a smirk. “I know,” he said. “And you love it.”Liam shook his head, smiling despite himself. “You’re impossible.”Julian wrapped his Liam's legs tighter around his waist. “I know. Now I will mak
Julian didn’t hear the door open. He was sitting in the private back room of the lounge, the bottle now almost empty, his face flushed, eyes red.Liam stepped in quietly.“Julian.”Julian looked up, startled. And then, seeing Liam, his expression cracked. Like a wall collapsing. He stood shakily, knocking over his glass.“You came,” he said hoarsely.Liam took a step closer. “You texted me.”Julian’s eyes shimmered. “I’m sorry, Liam.”He stumbled forward and gripped Liam’s shirt like a man drowning. “I’m so fucking sorry.”Liam didn’t answer. But his arms wrapped around Julian before he realized he’d moved. It felt like muscle memory. Like exhaling after holding his breath for too long.Julian buried his face in Liam’s neck, trembling. “You were the only thing that felt right.”“I know,” Liam whispered. “I know.”Julian pulled back slightly, his eyes bloodshot but locked on Liam’s. “Can I kiss you?”Liam didn’t respond.Julian leaned forward anyway.Their lips met like a crash –despe
"Ohhhh fuck yes!" Clara screamed out as Julian thrusted harder and deeper. "Fucking cum for me now!" Julian ordered and Clara came on his cock hard while moaning loudly."That is what is real!" Julian said and pulled out and came on her face.Clara moaned loudly when she felt Julian’s cum shooting all over her face and she used her finger to wipe off his cum and licked it.“I mean it Julian this isn't what's real." Clara said as she stood up to wear her skirt."Can't you take a look at yourself, I mean you just licked my cum, wedding or not, this is all you will ever be to me, a fucking slut" Julian said to Clara and Clara slapped him hard."Fuck you"She fixed her skirt, picked up her panties from the floor, and walked out without looking back.Julian remained there, staring at the mess they'd made. The papers, the broken button, the streaks on the glass that would need explaining.He’d told himself it would fix something. That it would somehow numb the chaos in his chest.It didn’t.
Julian Davenport’s office was dark despite the early afternoon sun outside. The blinds were drawn tight. His jacket was off, sleeves rolled up, and his tie hung loose around his neck like a noose he was too tired to tighten. He stood in front of the massive window overlooking the city, a glass of scotch untouched in his hand.The press had moved too fast.The whispers had turned into headlines. Social media was a minefield. Half the office pretended not to stare when he passed, but he could feel their eyes, their thoughts, their glee at the fall of the golden boy.He hated it.He hated how he hadn’t seen it coming–how Jasper and Liam had turned the tables on him without even trying. He hated how much it hurt to see the man he’d once kissed without thought now looking at someone else like they were his entire world.And he hated Clara.Not for any fault of her own, but because she was part of this mess, this lie. This life he had forced himself into.The door clicked open behind him.“
The living room was silent–too silent. The television still flickered with the rerun of Julian and Clara’s interview. The sound was off now, but their fake smiles and perfectly rehearsed gestures played like an unwanted memory on repeat.Liam sat on the couch, still shirtless, Jasper's hoodie draped over his shoulder. Jasper walked back into the room with two cups of tea, his jaw tight, his eyes heavy with thought.“I turned it off,” Liam said quietly, staring at the remote in his hand.“Good,” Jasper replied, handing him a cup. “We don’t need to see that crap again.”But silence fell again. The warmth from their earlier laughter and affection was gone, replaced by something heavier. The room felt too small, the air too thick.“I can’t believe he smiled through it,” Liam said suddenly, “like last night never happened.”“He’s good at pretending,” Jasper muttered. “Always has been. That's why Dad favors him. He always plays the role. I’m the one who breaks the rules.”“You think he did