LOGIN—TWO WEEKS LATER— It's been two weeks since Carlos sent that weird text, but Ethan was still thinking about it. He still stared at the text, trying to make up a different, less scary theory in his head.He had been calling Carlos' phone. He knew he had promised himself not to call Carlos, but he couldn't help it and ended up calling him.At first, he didn't pick up; then the calls stopped going through, and it scared Ethan more than he was willing to admit.He picked up his phone again, typing another text just as he had been doing for the past two weeks."Hey""Are you okay?""Are you avoiding me?""We need to talk, Carlos."He sent everything all at once, and still kept staring at his phone. This had been his routine since Carlos sent the text. His eyes stayed glued to his screen, waiting for a reply, or at least to see that Carlos had read it, but nothing happened.Ethan sighed before dropping his phone face down on his desk, letting out a long breath.He leaned ba
—NIGHT ETHAN'S HOUSE—Ethan laughed as he lay on his bed, as he stared at the text Carlos had sent."Stay happy."He had been staring at those two words for a while now, and somehow, the more he looked at them, the less funny they became. At first, he had laughed because the message felt almost ridiculous.Carlos had spent the entire night acting as if his world had ended, and now, after everything, he was simply telling him to stay happy?But something about it felt...off.Ethan's smile slowly faded. He picked up his phone again, staring at Carlos's name at the top of the chat.His thumb hovered over the call button; maybe he should call him, just this once. He would ask if he was okay, and also ask what the message meant, right?But then what? What would he say if Carlos answered? Would he apologize for his behaviour last night? Would Carlos ask him to take back what he had said? Would they start talking about that night again?Ethan's chest tightened at the thought of it.
Carlos stared back at the shut door. Ethan... really shut the door in his face? No. But it was true; the reality was staring back at him. He staggered a few steps back. Before he could hold himself, he yelled out, "Ethan!!!" And as if the heavens felt his pain, the sky roared, and without warning, it began raining.Carlos stood there rooted to the spot; he wasn't even aware of the rain or anything happening around him. Cold seeped into his body, and slowly, his knees gave out, sending him crashing to the ground.He knelt under the rain, not shaking, not blinking, eyes fixed on the floor, and like that an hour passed, then two, then three...till he actually stopped counting.He knelt there; even after the rain stopped around 4:00a.m., he was still kneeling. Until the day slowly began to brighten up and the sun began to rise.Then Carlo's felt something in his mouth, something watery, something...salty. He reached to touch his face; he was crying. A broken chuckle tore from his throa
—TWO DAYS LATER CK EMPIRE— Carlos sat at the head of the table in the boardroom, looking like a ghost of himself. His hair looked messy and rough, like he had run his hands through it countless times, which was actually true. His lower lip was bruised, showing how much he had been biting on it. His shirt was barely buttoned, as his sleeves were rolled up, showing his veins bulging every few seconds."Boss...." His PA leaned in beside him, trying to get his attention back to the meeting. Carlos looked up at him for exactly one second before looking away, running his hands through his hair, roughly pulling at it out of frustration.The person presenting was trembling as she spoke, terrified of Carlos' present state.Carlos tapped his fingers on the desk thrice before speaking. "Stop."Everyone turned to look at him, confusion and terror in their eyes. They could easily say they've never seen Carlos like this, and that terrified them the most because they don't know what to e
Carlos pulled away slowly, his arms still wrapped around Ethan's waist, staring at his face as Ethan slowly opened his eyes. Carlos searched his face for any expression, but he couldn't find any; Ethan only stared back at him."I-I-I have to go..." Ethan finally spoke, pulling away slowly."It's late," Carlos said calmly, trying not to bring up the kiss; he knew Ethan didn't want to talk about it."I can drive, don't worry." Ethan insisted, still not looking Carlos in the eyes.Carlos felt a little sad at Ethan's reaction, but he didn't push it; instead, he nodded. "I'll have some guards follow you.""It's not.." Ethan was about to argue but changed his mind. "Alright." He finally agreed; Carlos nodded."Thanks for tonight," Ethan said again. Carlos still didn't say a word; he probably didn't hear a thing cause his eyes were locked on Ethan's lips again.God knows he wanted more. His lips felt softer than he imagined, and they tasted like chocolate. Carlos leaned in again, trying
—NIGHT 7:00P.M.— Ethan excused himself from the cafeteria with the intention of sneaking out. Just as the company had promised, they had been in the cafeteria since 3:00 p.m, eating, drinking, chatting and even gaming. The executives and the president himself were also in the cafeteria, surprisingly.Ethan’s phone dinged as he walked out; he didn’t need anyone to tell him who it was- Carlos, obviously. He opened the text and read:“When are you coming? 😉”Ethan smiled before he knew it, then typed, “On my way, sneaking out of the company right now.” He sent it immediately.“Ethan?”Ethan froze, his eyes widening as he heard his name. He turned slowly to meet Derick standing a few steps away, staring at him.“Ohh, hi, De…CEO,” he quickly corrected himself, realizing they were still at the company.“Where to?” Derick asked.“Huh? Uhmm…I…Uhmm…going to meet a friend.” Ethan stuttered, scratching the back of his neck nervously, not looking directly at Derick.“Same friend





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