LOGINKingsley sensed the danger in his game.Yet the thrill consumed him.Come Monday morning, after his bold defiance and abrupt exit that left Lorenzo reeling, the air crackled with unspoken strain. Still, they shoved personal friction aside for the critical investor pitch—it demanded flawless focus.Kingsley felt the session hummed with promise, and for once, Lorenzo mirrored that vibe. Past meetings had left him guarded, but not this one. This round sparked real optimism in Lorenzo about clinging to his role. A college buddy among the firm’s team pinged him post-meeting, texting assurances that the funding would seal.Kingsley floated the idea of drinks to toast the win, but Lorenzo held firm, insisting celebrations waited for inked signatures. They compromised on lunch instead. Buoyancy lifted them both, dissolving the prior undercurrents of desire. Lorenzo’s radiant grin spread like wildfire, pulling Kingsley into the same euphoric glow.“When do you figure they’ll loop back?” Kingsl
“Fuck. What a moron I am. Hands down, the ultimate king of fools in the entire saga of foolishness,” Kingsley whispered to himself, his voice barely cutting through the haze in his skull.Kingsley grappled with the most brutal hangover he’d endured in what felt like forever. He pinned it on his slipping youth, though at twenty-three, he knew that excuse held thin.Roan had nudged him awake that morning, handing over a hot mug of coffee that Kingsley clutched like a lifeline, gratitude swelling in his chest. Afterward, Roan ferried them both to Kingsley’s apartment, kicking back patiently while Kingsley hit the shower and threw on work clothes. It had forced Roan to rise at an ungodly hour, but that’s the mark of a true ally.The realization crashed over him only as the elevator hummed upward in the office tower—what he’d unleashed the night before. Beyond chugging liquor to the brink of blackout territory, that is.He’d actually called him. And when the line went unanswered, he’d pour
Kingsley had once been deeply in love.For more than two years, he’d shared his high school days with Cole, his boyfriend. But when Kingsley headed off to college and Cole remained in their hometown, the distance snapped their bond soon after. Cole blamed the miles between them, and Kingsley had even considered ditching his studies to return, but Roan had talked him out of it, urging him to stay the course.The split hit Kingsley like a freight train. Even after four years, echoes of that first love lingered in his chest. What twisted the knife deeper came months ago: news that Cole had paired up with Derek, Kingsley’s old school confidant. And worse, their romance had sparked mere months after Kingsley’s heartbreak.“Engaged!? They’re fucking engaged?” Kingsley’s voice cracked as he raked fingers through his disheveled hair.He’d stumbled upon the post on Instagram—a cousin’s glowing congrats to the pair. Fury boiled in his veins, his face flushing hot.“Looks that way,” Roan murmure
Kingsley started, “I think the meeting went quite well, they—”“They’re not going to invest,” Lorenzo cut in sharply.The pair had just wrapped up the pitch they’d poured weeks into prepping. Kingsley had felt the energy in the room buzzing positively, but Lorenzo’s tight jaw and clipped stride as they exited the building painted a different picture. They headed down the sidewalk toward their office, only a short walk away under the afternoon sun.“What? Why do you say that?” Kingsley pressed, his steps quickening to match Lorenzo’s.“They didn’t fire off any questions at the end,” Lorenzo replied, as if stating an undeniable fact. Kingsley’s forehead creased, his gaze darting sideways in bewilderment. “If our pitch hooked them, they’d have grilled us with a dozen follow-ups. But it didn’t, so they stayed silent.”“Oh.” Kingsley’s shoulders dipped as the realization sank in. “Well, maybe they—”“I’d rather not chase rainbows,” Lorenzo said, his voice firm. “That energy’s better spent
Kieran adjusted his collar as he stood outside the restaurant. He was mildly surprised when Lucas had told him where they’d be dining. It was an upscale place, the kind where reservations were booked weeks, if not months, in advance. Kieran knew this well—his dad owned a chain of hotels and restaurants worldwide, and this building was one of them.Stepping inside, he was greeted by the attendant, whose face lit up with recognition. She didn’t know exactly who Kieran was, just that he was a VIP.“Mr. Kieran! I didn’t know you were coming tonight,” she said, glancing at the reservation list. “I’m sure I can get you a table—”“The reservation’s actually under Lucas Salazar,” Kieran interrupted gently.“Oh, of course! Mr. Salazar’s waiting for his guest. I’ll take you to him,” she said, smiling. “If you’d like, I can upgrade you to a private room.”“That won’t be necessary, but thanks,” Kieran replied with a polite nod. His gaze landed on the back of Lucas’s head as he added, “Oh, and Hil
Kieran couldn’t concentrate. His eyes drifted from his laptop to Lucas, who sat across from him at the conference table. Lucas was the picture of focus, his reading glasses perched on his nose, his face set in a stoic mask. It was Friday, and they’d been working together for over an hour in near silence.When they’d entered the room, Kieran had asked about the day’s agenda. Lucas had curtly replied that he’d already emailed the tasks. That was the extent of their conversation. After five days of this cold, detached routine, Kieran had reached his limit.“Okay, you know what? I’ve let this go all week, but I’m done,” Kieran said, his voice firm. “Why have you been acting like you can’t stand being in the same room as me?”Lucas looked up from his screen, caught off guard. “Excuse me?” His brows furrowed in confusion.“You know exactly what I mean,” Kieran pressed. “You’ve been icy and dismissive since Monday. And it’s clearly about me because you’re fine with everyone else.”“Mr. Kiera







