Se connecterNorth’s POV“What the fuck did I ever do to you?”Blood dripped from his mouth, sliding down his chin, but his eyes…His eyes burned.“You took him from me,” he said, voice hoarse but steady. “He was finally noticing me. For once, he looked at me like I mattered.”The words landed, heavy, unexpected.“And then you showed up,” he continued, bitterness spilling out now, years of it, festering. “Everything changed. Everything.”A hollow laugh ripped out of me, sharp and broken.“You think you ever had a chance?” I shot back, something cruel rising up to meet his hatred, something I didn’t bother to hold back anymore. “You think he ever looked at you like that?”His jaw tightened.Good.Let it hurt.“Lucien told me himself,” I continued, my voice dropping, colder now, more deliberate. “During a fight. He said I was better than Kang Ethan. Ethan thought he had something real with him.”Jeremy’s expression flickered.“He never compared me to you,” I pressed on, every word sharper than the l
North’s POVMy jaw tightened slightly.Memories flickered.Money.Control.The way everything around Lucien always felt… structured.“You’re just another project to him,” Jericho finished quietly. “One he hasn’t decided to discard yet.”Silence stretched between us.Heavy.Loaded.I didn’t interrupt him.I didn’t argue.I just watched him.Because belief wasn’t the problem.Trust was.“And what does that make you?” I asked finally, my voice calm, almost bored.His lips curved slightly, like he had been waiting for that question.“Someone offering you an alternative.”I let out a quiet breath, leaning back fully now, crossing my arms as I studied him.“An alternative,” I repeated. “That sounds generous.”“It is,” he said simply.“To what? One controlling billionaire to another?”A flicker of amusement passed through his eyes.“I don’t pretend to be something I’m not,” he replied. “That’s the difference.”“Honesty doesn’t make you better.”“It makes me predictable.”“That’s worse.”He c
North’s POVMy siblings were the same, loud, messy, alive in a way that grounded me. My mom stayed at the shop most of the time, hands always busy, mind always working, like slowing down would break something.Twenty-five million sat in my account.A number that still didn’t feel real.I gave her ten without thinking twice.She didn’t ask where it came from.She didn’t question it.She just held my face for a second longer than usual, eyes soft in a way that made my chest tighten.“We’ll fix things,” she said quietly.And for once…It felt possible.We started talking about moving.A better place. A safer one. Something that didn’t carry the weight of everything we lost.Everything seemed on track.Almost too perfect.That afternoon, I sat at a table in my mom’s restaurant, sunlight filtering through the glass, the quiet hum of a high-end lunch crowd surrounding me. The place had changed over the years, upgraded, polished, something closer to the life we used to have.My phone rested
North’s POV"Fuck," he snarled. "I'm gonna cum.""Cum for me, Lucien," I urged, my own hand returning to my dick, stroking it in time with his. "Cum all over yourself. Imagine it's me, imagine you're cumming inside me."With a loud, guttural groan, he came, his release shooting out in thick, white ropes, coating his hand and stomach. The sight of it, the sound of his pleasure, sent me over the edge. I came with a loud cry, my own release spilling over my hand, my body trembling with the force of it.Days passed.Lazy ones.The kind where time blurred together because I didn’t have anything tying me down. My break had officially started, and for once, I let myself enjoy it. Late mornings, random outings with Jules, nights that stretched too long because neither of us felt like going home early.A call here.A message there.Short. Controlled. Still distant in a way that made it hard to tell where I stood with him after everything that happened.Life settled.Too easily.Jeremy still ho
North’s POVI leaned forward, my hands resting on my knees, my ass on full display. I could hear the faint sound of a zipper, the rustle of fabric. He was getting himself ready. The thought sent a jolt of arousal straight to my dick."Touch yourself," he said. "Spread your cheeks. Let me see that hole."I did as he asked, my hands reaching back to part my ass cheeks, exposing myself to him completely. I felt exposed, vulnerable, and incredibly turned on. I could hear his breathing getting heavier, the sound of his hand moving faster, slicker."Fuck, North," he groaned. "You look so good. So fucking mine.""I'm yours," I breathed, my voice husky. "All yours."I stood up and turned back to face the camera, my dick hard and leaking. I grabbed it, stroking it slowly, my eyes locked on his face on the screen. I could see the pleasure contorting his features, his jaw tight, his eyes dark with lust."I want to fuck you so bad," he said, his voice strained. "I want to be inside you right now.
North’s POV“Then why do you look like that?” she asked.“Like what?”“Like you’re thinking about it.”I clicked my tongue, reaching for my glass again. “I’m thinking about how weird this night just got.”“Mm-hmm.”“That’s it.”“North.”“What?”“You’re in trouble.”A small laugh slipped out of me, but it didn’t carry the same ease as before.“I’ve been in trouble since the day I met Lucien,” I said, shaking my head slightly.Jules didn’t laugh.Her gaze flicked briefly to where Jericho had been sitting earlier, then back to me.“This feels different,” she murmured.Maybe it was.Maybe it wasn’t.Either way…Something told me this wasn’t the last time I’d see him.The ride in the back of the town car was thick with a silence that felt heavier than it should. Jules kept shooting me looks, her eyebrows doing some kind of Morse code I was too tired to decipher. I just stared out the window, watching the city lights smear into streaks of gold and white. Jeremy, up in the driver's seat, was
Lucien’s POVAnd one single day without him.That was all it took to send my patience to hell.It was absurd.Completely irrational.Yet the more I tried to focus on my work, the more my mind drifted back to the same thought.North.I was supposed to travel three days ago.A scheduled trip to Dubai
Lucien’s POVThis was raw, hungry, a claiming that matched the desperation building inside me. My hands moved of their own accord, one tangling in his hair, the other sliding down his back to cup his ass, pulling him flush against me.He responded instantly, his body molding to mine, his tongue del
North’s POVI wished he hadn't seen that stamp, because it seemed to unleash something in him. He had me yelling "Yes, daddy" all night, my voice raw, my body a vessel for his relentless desire, the words a bitter reminder of exactly what I was to him.*Maybe telling him I couldn’t sleep because o
North’s POVJeremy escorted me back to my room for reasons I could not understand. I did not need supervision.The longer I watched him walk beside me with that polished, obedient smirk, the more I wished I had seen through his performance from the beginning. But if I had, I would not be here now.







