로그인Elliot’s POVLaurent’s words wouldn’t leave my head.“I insist on working exclusively with Scott. He has a rare eye. The kind I want on my side for future projects.”I kept walking up and down in my penthouse like a caged animal, with a glass of whiskey in hand, staring at the city lights. The French investor wasn’t just talking business. The way he looked at Scott, the lingering touches, the unnecessary smiles made my blood boil. Was it really just work? Or was there more? The thought of Scott spending hours alone with him made me want to break something.“That fool, he agreed.” I hit my hand on my head, Scott didn’t care about how I’d feel. He just agreed instantly . Was he trying to make me jealous? I gulped the whiskey and poured another. Am I going crazy? One man having this kind of power over me is crazy. But Scott did. He always had.Then I dashed my foot on the wall and that made me have a flashback, like it always happens whenever my fear got too loud. I was sixteen and full
Scott’s POVThe meeting room felt a bit uncomfortable the moment Laurent walked in. Tall, confident, with that lovely French accent and sharp suit that screamed luxury, rich people sure do know how to show off. He smiled at me like I was the only person in the building.“Scott,” he said, voice warm as he shook my hand a second too long. “I’ve been looking forward to this but as a private session. Your vision is… captivating.”I smiled professionally, ignoring the way his eyes lingered on my lips. Someone had clearly told him I was gay. The flirting started subtle, compliments on my “artistic hands,” light touches on my arm when pointing at sketches, low laughs at my jokes. I stayed focused, talking about art in general, my belief, and the exhibition flow, but my cheeks warmed anyway. It felt good to be seen. To be wanted. Not hidden like Elliot kept me.“You mean this was supposed to be a private meeting?” I was surprised. I was too excited to read the memo carefully. “Yeah, I asked
Elliot’s POVThe gossip post exploded and managed to get to the executive platform. Someone called my attention to what was happening.I was in the middle of reviewing a quarterly report when my phone started buzzing nonstop. I opened the notification and my blood turned to ice.Anonymous Office Insider: Lead Curator Scott McAllen: From struggling artist to overnight star. Could this be a Special attention from the CEO? Or just “talent”? The $15k painting says it all. Congrats on the promotion, Scott. Must be nice.Attached were screenshots of the viral magazine article, side-by-side with photos of Scott smiling at the exhibition. Comments flooded in instantly. My dad called me immediately to ask, I don’t know how he does it but he manages to get every information happening in my company.“Hey, son. What is it I’m hearing?” He sounded so serious. “Dad, I’ll handle this.” I hated my dad trying to make decisions for me in my own company. This was one of the reasons why I decided to pu
Scott’s POVThe email dropped into my inbox at 9:15 AM like a lightning bolt.Subject: Promotion Announcement – Scott McAllenI clicked it with shaky hands. The words blurred for a second, then sharpened.Effective immediately, Scott McAllen is promoted to Junior Curator. His leadership on the record-breaking exhibition has been instrumental in driving revenue and elevating Zenex’s profile. Congratulations to a rising talent.My heart slammed against my ribs. Junior Curator. Wow. Elliot didn’t tell me I’ll be promoted. This new growth felt fast. I stared at the screen, with a stupid grin spreading across my face. After everything, the debts, the humiliation with Raymond, the nights I sold my body just to survive, months of endless job hunting, this felt like winning the lottery.The company-promotion announcement went out ten minutes later. Cheers erupted across the open office floor. Some colleagues clapped, some were genuinely happy, others forcing smiles. Jayden ran over and pulle
Scott’s POVThe gallery doors opened and the crowd poured in like a wave. Cameras flashing everywhere. People gasped. Social media was already exploding from the luxury magazine interview that had gone viral overnight. “Billionaire CEO Drops $15,000 on an Unknown Artist.” Zenex exhibition was everywhere. People who had never cared about art before were suddenly here, phones out, whispering about the mysterious painter who caught Elliot Travis’s eye.I stood near the entrance in a simple black shirt and jeans, heart hammering so hard I could feel it in my throat. This was my first exhibition. I had my paintings on the walls with other art pieces. Finally a chance to showcase my creativity. But all I could think about was Elliot watching me from across the room, his eyes burning into me like he wanted to drag me away from all of it.Jayden tapped on my shoulder. “Bro, you did it. Look at this turnout. Celebrities. Collectors. Even some TikTok influencers are live-streaming. You’re famou
Elliot’s POVThe journalist’s camera flashed again, catching the light on the painting hanging behind me. I leaned back in my penthouse chair, answering questions about Zenex’s latest exhibition that’ll be coming up soon. Scott made me agree to the luxury magazine interview, he said we needed social media paparazzi to create awareness for our exhibition. Before I knew what was happening, the journalist interviewing me got attracted to one of my favorite paintings.“And this piece?” the woman asked, gesturing to the canvas of tangled shadows and light. Scott’s painting. The one I’d bought anonymously for fifteen thousand dollars.I didn’t think clearly. The words just slipped out. “Fifteen thousand. A strong investment in an emerging talent.”Her eyes lit up. “Fifteen thousand for an unknown artist? That’s quite the statement, Mr. Travis. You clearly have a deep love for supporting upcoming creators.”I realized my mistake too late. The journalist’s smile turned predatory. She twiste
Scott’s POVMy phone rang while I was still limping from the last client Raymond had sent me to. The soreness between my legs was a constant reminder of how disgusting I felt taking a cock from someone I didn't know or like. I answered with shaking hands, already knowing who it was.“Raymond,” I sa
Elliot’s POVThe bank alert came in exactly at 2:17 AM.Debit: $15,000 – Anonymous Art Acquisition.I stared at the screen lying on the couch at my villa. Imagining the painting already hanging in my private collection room. I had always wanted that painting. The one Scott had poured his soul into
Chapter 21: The PriceScott’s POVMy ass burned with every step as I walked into my apartment, the marks from Elliot’s hands and the suspension rig still fresh on my skin. I could still feel him inside me, thick, relentless, breeding me deep while he whispered “mine” like he meant it for once. My
Chapter 20: The One Who StaysElliot’s POVThe gallery was packed with flashing cameras and clinking glasses. I stood near the back wall in my tailored black suit, acting for the camera. But inside, I was unraveling.Scott moved through the crowd like he belonged there. Bold. Charismatic. He was ev







