LiamI was just looking at Ronan, and he was glaring back at me.No surprise there.Ronan always had that look—like I was the thorn in his perfect life. Like just breathing in his direction was an offense. I didn’t even flinch. I’d gotten used to it.Still, there was something different in the air this morning. The tension between us had grown thicker and heavier. I couldn’t place it, but I felt it in the way he stared, like he was trying to remember something he couldn’t quite grasp.I shifted in my seat and stabbed another berry with my fork, popping it into my mouth. The taste was sweet, but the silence was bitter.Honestly, I had a weird dream last night—something warm, something intense—but it was all hazy. Like mist I couldn’t grab onto. I just knew I woke up feeling… off. Rested, yes. But also strangely drained.Chloe walked in, snapping me out of my thoughts. She came over and wrapped her fingers around mine, giving me a little squeeze. I glanced up, confused, but she smiled s
RonanMy body jerked as I came, hard. The pleasure ripped through me like a damn freight train, every muscle tightening while my cock twitched between Liam’s lips. He swallowed... every last drop... and I couldn’t fucking breathe.My eyes shot up to the ceiling, chest heaving. What the hell just happened?I blinked, trying to process, still dizzy from the release. When I looked down again, Liam was there—his head resting on my thigh, sleeping like nothing had just happened. Like he hadn’t just sucked me off in the middle of the goddamn night.I froze for a second, stunned... then reached down and nudged him off my lap, careful but firm. He mumbled something incoherent as I stood and scooped him up. My heart was pounding like I’d just committed a crime.I carried him out of the room afterwards quietly. The hallway felt cold, darker than usual. My feet hit the floor too loud, too fast.We got to the corridor, and just then, Liam stirred. His lashes fluttered and he opened his eyes, slow
RomanI couldn't sleep. The room was quiet except for the sound of the AC humming low in the corner. Chloe lay on the bed, her back turned, her breathing slow and steady. I thought she was asleep.I got up, padded barefoot to the mini-fridge by the wall, and pulled out a bottle of water. The cold hit my throat harshly, but I didn’t stop. My mind was racing.Behind me, the bed sheets rustled."Aren’t you asleep?" Chloe’s voice cut through the silence, soft but awake.I turned toward her, the bottle still in my hand. "Shouldn’t I be the one asking you that?"She gave me a small shrug, sitting up. "I wasn’t really sleeping," she admitted. "I’ve been thinking. There’s something I want to talk to you about."I narrowed my eyes slightly. "What is it?""It’s about you and my brother," she said gently, watching me carefully. "Is everything… okay between you two? I just… I really want both of you to be cool. We’re family."I didn’t respond. I just leaned back against the wall, taking another s
LiamI was in the room Chloe had prepared for me—some guest room tucked deep inside their overly quiet, overly perfect house. Big enough to get lost in, cold enough to remind me where I stood. I’d already washed off the mess from earlier, dried myself, and changed into some spare clothes she found for me. Still didn’t make me feel clean. I lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, my thoughts spinning like a broken record. Sleep wasn’t coming anywhere near me.So, I reached for my phone.Instagram, reels, nothing interesting. My mind was too loud. That was when Fred messaged.Fred: Hey?Me: Oh, hey.Fred: Are you back home?Me: Actually... no.Fred: What?Me: My sister lives on your street. She saw me, asked me to come have dinner. I ended up staying over.Fred: Wow, cool. You could take me to work tomorrow morning. My car's acting up again. I'm going to drop it off at the mechanic tomorrow as well.Me: Hmmm... about that...Fred: What?Me: My car got stolen. Can’t find it.There was a
LiamI was already pissed. He kept barking words like knives, slicing through whatever calm I had left. Every sentence was meant to hurt, to humiliate, to push me. So yeah, I snapped. I grabbed him—right there. I wanted to get under his skin, the way he got under mine.But Ronan didn’t take that lightly.The next second, I was slammed against the wall so hard my skull rang. The impact echoed in my head as he growled, “What the hell do you think you’re doing?!”I couldn’t help it—I smirked. Because that could anger him more.Before I could even blink, his fist connected with my face. Pain burst across my cheek, and blood started dripping down my nose, warm and quick."Get out," he snapped, his voice sharp and brutal. "Get out of my house now. You wouldn't want me to beat you into a pulp."I wiped the blood with the back of my hand, panting. Then I glanced down—yeah, there it was. His cock. Harder as fuck now. I dragged my gaze up to him again, blood smearing across my lips, and smirked
RonanThe scent of something burning snapped me out of my thoughts."Shit," I muttered, yanking the pot off the stove. The sauce had started to stick, bubbling way too fast for my liking. Chloe was the one who wanted dinner—so why the hell did she leave me to deal with it? She said she was just going to grab drinks. That was nearly an hour ago. I should've known better.I hated cooking. I hated the heat, the mess, the wait. And now everything reeked of garlic and frustration.I wiped my hands on the towel, just as the front door opened.Finally.Relief surged through me... only to dissolve the moment I saw who stepped in.It wasn’t just Chloe.It was Liam.He was standing beside her, looking like he’d rather be anywhere else. Eyes on the floor. Shoulders stiff. Mouth tight. He looked... guilty. Good. He should be.Chloe grinned like she’d just brought home a stray dog. "Guess who I ran into? My baby brother. He was in the neighborhood. I think he missed me already."I didn’t say anyth
LiamA WEEK LATERThe conference room air was stiff—tense with disappointment and sharp words. My father’s voice had been the loudest, echoing through every corner like a goddamn gavel. He’d done it again—picked me apart in front of the whole team, not just as a manager but as his son. That part always made it worse."You’re supposed to lead by example, Liam. Not slack off like the rest," he had barked, glaring down the length of the table. "You were the first onboard this team. Act like it."I didn’t say a word. What could I say? That I was still recovering from the surreal weekend? That watching my sister marry a man who now haunted my every waking thought wasn’t exactly an easy pill to swallow?No, I swallowed everything—just like always.When it was finally over, I bolted from my seat like the legs beneath me had been begging for freedom."Hey," Fred called out beside me as we walked back to the staff area. "You okay?"I nodded quickly, avoiding his eyes. "Yeah... Fine."He didn’t
RonanThe room was dimly lit, thick with cigar smoke and the low murmur of voices. My father sat at the head of the long mahogany table, flanked by the older capos and lieutenants, his sharp eyes sweeping across the room like a lion surveying his pride. I sat just beside him—his son, the heir, the shadow he was grooming to take his place."Our operation at the port is tightening up," he said, his voice firm. "No more slip-ups. I want the next shipment moved cleanly. No delays, no questions."The men nodded, murmuring their agreement. I leaned back, arms crossed, nodding along—at least pretending to listen. But the longer he spoke, the further my mind drifted.It started slow. A flicker. A spark.Liam.That night.The soft catch of his breath. The way his hands gripped my shoulders. The look in his eyes like he saw something in me I’d tried to bury for years.Goddamn it.My jaw tightened, and I shifted in my seat, forcing my legs to stay still. But the images wouldn’t stop. Liam under
LiamI woke up with a dull ache in my chest and the scent of Ronan still clinging to the sheets. I hadn’t meant to sleep over, but I’d passed out sometime after he left the room without even a glance. Figures.Dragging myself out of bed, I went straight to the bathroom and splashed cold water on my face. My reflection didn’t lie—I looked like shit. My father was probably freaking out. My phone wasn't with me so he was probably calling and texting without getting a response. And I was ridiculously late for work. Great.I threw on my clothes, the same ones from last night, and headed to the car I’d parked out front. The entire drive back, my stomach twisted in knots. Not just because of the inevitable lecture, but because… I still felt him. Every damn touch.I pulled into the driveway and killed the engine. Inside, my father was already suited up, briefcase in hand, adjusting his cufflinks like he was getting ready to conquer Wall Street.His eyes locked onto mine the second I walked in