It was already morning. Last night was chaotic. Because Ren had at least healed a bit, even if he was still feeling so dirty, his mind drifted.
He was still asleep while Liam was making breakfast; he had gone to bed late because he was reading a novel with Liam.
“Up already, sleepyhead?” Liam’s teasing voice echoed from the kitchen as he stir-fried his eggs.
Ren rubbed his eyes and sat up, his hair a little fluffy. “You’re making breakfast?” he asked, putting on his fluffy slippers.
“I had no choice,” Liam called over his shoulder. “You were still sleeping, and besides, I was awake because of your loud snoring.” he teased.
Ren pouted dramatically, dragging himself into the kitchen. “Lies, you just like cooking for me.” Ren hugged him from the back.
Liam glanced at him, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. “Please, you’re like a clingy cat; I can’t even sneeze without you appearing beside me.”
“Blame yourself for being so cute.” Ren pinched his cheeks.
“I’m not; you are the cutest one here, not me.” Liam said, loosening Ren's arms from his waist to set the table.
They ate breakfast—pancakes, eggs, and the leftover strawberries Ren had been craving—making noises with laughter as if they had forgotten about the world outside.
“I’m quitting my work,” Liam said in between jokes.
“You’re quitting?” Ren asked, his voice soft and hesitant.
Liam nodded, avoiding his gaze. “It wasn’t worth it anymore; the boss was…you know, and I'm also tired of pretending I liked it. I'll just look for a better job outside to support ourselves.”
Ren looked down at his plate, his smile fading. “I’m proud of you; you know it was dangerous, and I was so worried about you.”
Before Liam could answer, a knock echoed from the front door. “Did you invite anyone?” Liam asked, standing up to take the door.
“No,” Ren frowned. “I didn't.”
Liam peeked through the small peephole; he opened the door. It was Kant, his best friend. He has known him for ages. He was dressed in dark jeans and a hoodie.
His expression was unreadable; he turned to look up at Ren first before looking up at Liam. It was as if he was devising a plan, and Liam could always tell when that was happening.
“Kant?” Liam frowned. “What are you doing here this early? And don't lie to me.”
Kant stepped inside, barely waiting for an invite. “I need to talk to you privately. I called you, but I could tell you didn't want to pick up my call.”
Liam glanced back at Ren, who was already slipping off the kitchen stool. “I’ll give you guys space,” Ren said softly, walking back to the room.
Kant didn’t waste time. “Liam, I have a job for you.”
Liam’s brows rose. “A job?”
“Yeah. It’s temporary. But… We need someone who can pull it off. It’s for the company. You pretend to date someone. Just a show. In and out.”
Liam stared. “Fake dating? Are you joking?”
Kant crossed his arms. “You’ve done worse for money.”
Liam’s eyes flared with disbelief. “That was years ago; I’m not that person anymore.”
Kant shrugged. “Fine, then I'll find another person; just say no.”
“I already said so,” Liam snapped. “I’m not doing that.”
Behind them, Ren walked in, holding a glass of water, his eyes looking curious, and Liam could tell he was curious.
“Not this,” Liam whispered, sighing.
“What job?” Ren asked; Liam could tell he was going to be nosy.
Kant hesitated, then smiled before saying, “I have a job for Liam; it's kind of interesting, but he refused.”
Ren tilted his head. “What kind of job is that?”
Kant studied him. “It’s fake dating for a client; he needs someone to make a deal with, no strings attached. He needs someone with no messy past and a suspicious image, and Liam was the first choice, but unfortunately he rejected the offer.”
Liam cut in. “I won't do that.”
Ren didn’t speak right away; he tilted his head, thinking about how Liam had quit his job and how Liam had always been the one providing for the house, then he asked, “Does this pay?”
“Quite a lot,” Kant smirked.
“Does it have any bad ...”
“You don't have to worry; you'll sign a contract. Anything you don't want will be changed, and you don't have to worry about being treated badly; you will be given everything, and don't worry about Liam; he will also be treated nicely.”
“Really?” Ren asked, and Kant just nodded at him, smiling. “I’ll do it.”
Liam’s eyes widened. “What?”
Kant raised an eyebrow. “You? You will.”
“I’ll do it for Liam.” He smiled. Liam doesn't want to do it, so I'll do it for him.”
Liam stood, marching towards Ren to stop him. “No, Ren.”
“I can do it, Liam; it’s just pretending...”
“Ren, I said no!” His voice was raw and possessive, scaring Ren a bit.
Ren flinched, looking at Liam wide-eyed.
Kant blinked, looking between them with surprise. “So...is he your boyfriend?”
“No,” Liam snapped, looking at Kant like he could strangle him.
Ren just looked down at his glass of water; his fingers tightened around the glass. “I can do it,” he repeated, quieter this time. “I want to, I want to always provide for you, you've been doing that for me since we became friends and I'm tired of depending on you, besides you were the one who said I was going to change myself and become a new me.” Ren smiled. “So let me do it.”
“I don’t want you to,” Liam said, his voice breaking as if he would cry “Don’t do anything you don't want to for my sake, it isn't worth it.”
Ren’s voice was soft but firm. “I’ll still do it, I'm doing it for mistake and also your sake, besides it's not a bad deal, I don't need to do anything, I just need to pretend to be someone's lover and even if you don’t want me to, I'll still do it”
Kant smirked. “I guess the job is now Ren’s.”
Liam didn’t answer; he just stared at Ren, his emotions bottled in like he was hiding a secret because deep down… he wasn’t sure if he was angry because Ren said yes or because he didn’t want to admit he wanted to be the one Ren was pretending to be with.
It was already morning; Ciro had made the decision to move to his apartment in the city, and he had a meeting to attend.The ride from the restaurant was quiet, too quiet for Ren’s liking. Ren loved quietness, but Ciro not barking seemed like he was plotting something.Ciro hadn’t said a word since Ren’s clever little “he proposed” stunt, and Ren wasn’t sure if the silence meant Ciro was amused or annoyed, or maybe both.Ren leaned back against the leather seat of the limousine, watching the city lights blur past. He felt a little victorious, a little stupid, but mostly... he felt satisfied, like he had made Ciro speechless.“You’ve been quiet since last night, and it's eerie,” Ren finally said, his voice sounding cool.“So have you.”“That’s because I don't know what to say, and I love being silent.”Ciro gave a small chuckle, resting his elbow on the car door. “You look good when you’re lying.”Ren rolled his eyes and crossed his legs again. “Where are we going now? When we are back
It had been some minutes since they landed.Ren had slept most of the eight-hour flight, curled against the window in the seat, a blanket draped over his shoulder; Ciro had put it on for him.He looked peaceful asleep; he looked fragile, even like he was a baby, but that illusion snapped the moment they landed.Ciro woke him up. “We’ve arrived, sleepyhead,” Ciro called as Ren freed his right hand from the blanket, rubbing his eyes sleepily.Ciro's guards brought a car, taking them to the hotel they were meant to spend a night in.The place looked so classy and warm. Ciro was already speaking to the concierge at the reception desk; his tone was low and smooth as if asking for something in secret.Ren wasn’t listening; he was busy scanning the place, admiring the paintings hung on the wall and the choice of furniture they used for the interior.Ciro returned moments later with two golden key cards in hand.Ren raised a brow up smiling. “Two rooms?”Ciro smirked, passing him the key card.
The next morning was silent; it didn't look like they were going out for a trip.Ren zipped his duffel bag slowly, listening for footsteps, voices, anything. But the mansion remained still, almost suffocating in its quiet state.He didn’t know what was worse: Ciro speaking, Ciro silent, or Ciro being his usual jerk self.To be honest, Ciro was always being a jerk.His fingers brushed against the tattoo on his wrist again; he couldn't pull off his clothes or put on clothes without noticing the tattoo, Liam’s idea.He had thought about Liam putting it on his wrist on purpose to make him always remember him even if he wasn't far from Liam or Liam just wanted him to always believe he was a sunshine.No! Liam had made him out on the tattoo to make him brave and brave enough to put on the outfit he chose for this so-called trip; he wore a white show-off Channel luxury shirt tucked into cream slacks, a silver necklace glittering round his throat with a little pin pendant, and boots that made
The sun blazed gracefully inside the room; that was the only thing Ren enjoyed about the room—it has a nice view outside and great sunlight.Ren’s body jerked awake before the light even touched the curtains; he sat up fast, his chest heaving as sweat dripped down his neck.He had a nightmare; this was the first time he was having nightmares in ages. He adjusted his sitting posture with his shocked expression.For a second, he didn’t know where he was, then the room reminded him: the high ceiling, the cold floor, the queen-sized bed, the silk sheets, and the large equipped room.It was Ciro's mansion, of course; Liam and his rented apartment can be closer to just this one room.Ren’s fingers curled in the sheets as he remembered what Ciro said last night.“You should know that no one denies me.”“Tsk, if no one did, then I will,” he murmured sassily.He climbed out of bed and headed to the bathroom, refusing to look in the mirror; looking at the mirror reminded him of what happened wi
Ren stood frozen by the entrance, lips tingling from the kiss. The heavy doors of the mansion shut behind Ciro, locking in tension that still lingered between them.He kissed me…Ren wiped his lips with the back of his hand. They still felt hot. Tender. Like Ciro had just placed a fire on it, it still irked him that he kissed Ciro.And yet, why didn’t I push him harder?He looked down at his hand, the one that had barely pressed against Ciro’s chest. His breath hitched. He should’ve slapped him. He should’ve screamed. But instead, he’d just stood there. Stunned. Letting it happen.He wasn’t sure what scared him more—that Ciro had done it.Or that… some part of him hadn’t hated it.Upstairs, Ren flung the door open to his room and shut it again, leaning back against it. The silence of the room was loud; his fingers hovered over his lips again before he shook himself and let out a low, frustrated sigh.“What the hell am I doing here?” He sighed, sounding frustrated. “I need to call him,
Ren woke to the faint sound of rustling. He looked around, realising he wasn't in Liam's apartment; he jumped up from the bed.The bed he was in felt nothing like the one he’d left behind in Liam’s apartment. This one looks soft and silky; it should be expensive. The room was silent; he rubbed his eyes and blinked at the full rack of clothing hung against the far wall. It was a full wardrobe. And it wasn't there yesterday.It was filled with some exposing suits, shirts, tight-fitting trousers, and a few things he didn’t even recognise but knew were expensive.Everything looked like it had been tailored for him to his size. Some of it… didn’t even look like it should be worn in public.He dragged himself to the closet, sighing. “So I’m really doing this,” he muttered to himself, pulling on one of the less exposed black turtlenecks and a jacket. He showered, thinking he was going to be doing some housework chores since Ciro had offered him a large amount of money.He walked out of his