ログインElliot’s POVThe news came at 9:20 AM.Laurent publicly announced he was withdrawing all claims against Scott.“Art Critic Laurent Beaumont Withdraws All Claims Against Rising Artist Scott McAllen. For personal reasons best known to him.”I read it three times, my thumb kept hovering over my iPad screen, like I didn’t trust what my eyes was seeing. Scott’s face flashed in my mind, he must be feeling relieved right now after seeing this news.“He deserves to be happy.” I was talking to myself. Then Jayden burst into my office, and that smile died fast.“Sir, I sense something fishy here,” he said, dropping into the chair across from my desk without waiting for permission. “Look Jayden, Laurent backed off. And he did that publicly.. That’s what we wanted, right?”“Laurent doesn’t look like a man who’d do such. Something is wrong.” He shook his head, i have never seen a friendship so genuine like that of Jayden and Scott. “For a man as deadly as Laurent?” “…nah, something is not clea
Scott’s POVMy phone rang over and over but I was too tired to pick it up. Then a message came at 2:17 AM.I dragged my phone with sleepy eyes, to know what the message was all about. Unknown: You have 48 hours left. Leave Zenex and Elliot. Or you won’t be able to show your face in the whole of Brooklyn.My chest tightened so fast I had to sit up and breathe through it as I stared at those words. Sleep disappeared from my eyes, the worst part is I can’t call anyone at such an ungodly hour. So I kept tossing myself in bed until early in the morning.Immediately I saw the sun rise, I called Jayden. “I got another threat message,” I said the second he picked up. “48 hours, Jayden. I’m running out of time.”“Good thing we’re not running out of plans then.” His voice had confidence in it. “Come to my place, before you go to work. We’ll end this today.”By the time I got to Jayden’s apartment, he had a whole wall covered in sticky notes and printouts, looking like a detective from some
Elliot’s POV“Sir, you need to see this. Right now.”Jayden walked into my office without knocking, holding a folder clutched to his arm. My assistant trailed behind him, apologizing frantically, but I waved her off.“This better be important,” I said, standing from my desk.“It’s about the rival company's photos. The ones that supposedly showed Scott meeting with our competitors.” He dropped the folder on my desk and spun it toward me. “They’re fake. Completely fake.”“Someone photoshopped them.”I stared at the evidence. My stomach dropped. “How? They look real to me.”Deep down I wanted the photos to be real because if it wasn’t, this would be the second or third time I accused Scott wrongly without trusting him. Without giving him a chance to explain. “Sir, the location data shows those photos nowhere near the restaurant they claimed…. “ He walked to my couch and sat down. “I also checked the security footage from the building and guess what ?” “Scott was never there that night.
Scott’s POVThe pounding on my door almost gave me a heart attack. I’d bet Laurent has sent his tugs.“Scott! Open the door, it’s me!” Jayden’s voice, high and frantic.I yanked the door open and he stumbled in, his hair was a mess, and his breathing was fast like he’d been running.“Someone was in my apartment,” he said, breathing hard. “Last night. After I left your apartment.”My stomach dropped. “Wait! What? Are you okay? Did they hurt you?”“I wasn’t awake when it happened, I was in my living room when my door creaked open.” He dropped on my couch, rubbing his face with both hands. “Then I checked but I didn’t see anyone, so I went back to bed afterwards. Only to wake up this morning and…”“And what? Say something.” I was already panicking.“Well, I woke up staring at the mess they made.”He looked up at me, and I saw fear in his eyes. “The folder, Scott. Priya’s folder. The evidence on Laurent. It’s gone.” He continued.I adjusted my sitting position, like my legs suddenly froz
Jayden’s POVMy hands were shaking so bad I almost dropped my phone.“Pick up,” I whispered, pacing my living room like a madman. “Pick up, pick up, pick up.”Three rings. Four. Five. Then… “Who is this?” It was a woman’s voice. She answered with a cautious, unsettled tone.“It’s Jayden. Scott’s friend. I got your email address from…. look, that doesn’t matter. I need to talk to you about Monsieur Laurent.”“How did you find me?” she said. “I disappeared for a reason.”I sat down slowly, trying to be careful and convincing with my words. “Because I’ve been asking questions. And I think you’re the only person who can help me.”I expected her to hang up. Instead, she laughed. A tired, bitter laugh.“Mr…. Jayden…” She said, “I have been waiting eight months for somebody smart enough to call me.”“Let’s meet up. Pick a location safe for you and let me know.” I summoned courage to tell her exactly why I called. “ It’s high time we put Laurent in his place.”Her name was Priya. She used to
Victoria’s POV“Yes! Yes! Yes! Finally the trash is out of the bag.”I smiled remembering how Scott stormed out of Elliot’s office. I lifted my wine glass and watched the bubbles dance before taking another slow sip.Scott McAllen is finished. For the first time in weeks, I felt like I could finally breathe.He looked broken. Such a great sight to behold. That was exactly what I wanted. If I pull a few strings Elliot will not want to see Scott ever again.I sat back in my chair, relaxed with my legs crossed, tapping my perfectly manicured nails on the desk. At last. After months of watching that artist boy crawl under Elliot’s skin, he was finally leaving. Elliot had refused to help him. That refusal would make my plans work. The rift was widening just as I imagined. And soon, Elliot would have no one left but me.A small smile curved my lips. “So that’s all it took, to make them fight.” I whispered to myself.I have always wanted him. His money. His power. His name, his commanding
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
Elliot’s POVIt’s seventy-two fucking hours since I walked out of that hotel room with Scott’s taste still on my tongue and his cum-stained moans echoing in my head. I sat at the head of the long mahogany table in my top-floor office, fingers drumming silently on the armrest while executives droned
Scott’s POVMy ass burned with every frantic step I took hurrying up for my interview. Each movement reminded me exactly how hard that mystery man had fucked me raw the night before. His Cum still leaked out of me despite the quick shower, soaking into my cheap boxer. My neck and thighs carried his
Scott’s POVI never planned for my CEO to be my one night stand but I will not pretend that I haven’t fantasized fucking my boss. That sounds crazy right?? Well everyone’s got crazy fantasies, I just didn’t know mine would become my reality.A man who I’d beg to fuck me again even with my hole sti




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