MARINETTE“Jaz,” I call out with a faint smile, watching as she strolls into the kitchen in her crumpled pajamas. She opens the freezer, pulls out a can of beer, and tilts it to her mouth without a word.I stir the soup slowly, letting the steam warm my face. “Beer for breakfast?”She shrugs, taking another sip. “Don’t judge me.”I smile but keep my eyes on the pot. “Rough night?”She leans against the counter. “Not exactly. Just… Ethan’s been coming home late lately. He barely has time for me.”I glance at her, softening my voice. “Have you tried to talk to him about it?”“I have,” she sighs, lowering the can. “He says it’s work. Says he’ll make time. But it feels like he’s drifting away. Like I’m… losing him.”Her voice breaks at the end, and I pretend to check the seasoning just so she doesn’t have to see my face.“Jaz,” I say gently, “you should talk to him again. Really talk. Let him know how much it hurts you.”She nods, eyes on the floor. “I’ll try. You’ll… do your part too, ri
ALEXANDERThe smell of buttered toast and coffee greets me before I even step into the dining room. Williams, my butler, is already waiting. “Good morning, Mr. Grey. I employed a few new maids—mostly for the garden and a few other things around the house.”“Mm.” I nod, running a hand through my hair. “Make sure everything stays in good shape. And yes, upstairs is off limits.” “Yes, Alpha.”I wave him off and settle into my seat. The long mahogany table stretches across the room, but as usual, it’s just me at one end. A plate of soft scrambled eggs, toast, grilled tomatoes, and some smoked salmon rests in front of me. There’s also a glass of orange juice beside the coffee mug.I eat slowly, quietly. Then, like a damn curse or maybe a comfort, Ethan’s face flashes in my mind. His stupid pout. His nervous eyes. That voice he uses when he’s mad at me but doesn’t want to admit it. I remember the way he yelled when I yanked him into the bath last night. I remember his warm lips and soft
ETHANI shouldn’t be here.I should turn around, walk away, pretend I never got that text. But here I am—outside the gates of Alexander Grey’s penthouse, heart in my throat, chest tight. My finger hovers over my phone screen, debating whether to send the “I’m outside” message.This is wrong.So wrong.I have Jaz, my sweet, sweet girlfriend. I fucked her hours ago like I'm not the same guy who was on his knees for another man. I grip the phone tighter. A part of me—every part of me—knows this idea is shitty, but I'm craving him so bad, I'll jump in the flames just to prove that. Swallowing hard, I inhale a shaky breath. Ethan, leave. Just go. I try to move my legs—but it literally seems like they're against me. “Ethan?” a voice calls out behind me. Startled, I snap my head to the direction of the familiar voice. Hudson stalks toward me—hands in his pocket, smug smile on his thin lips—in a casual sweat shirt. He lifts his brows, eying me. “What are you doing here?” I fumble. It t
ALEXANDER “I saw Ethan walking in here earlier, is he still in?” Jaz’s gaze lingers on my palm with traces of Ethan’s pre-cum, and I don't bother to hide it. Her face turns red, probably thinking it’s a woman’s juice staining my skin. “Ethan didn’t walk in here.” Her eyes fly open. She glances over my shoulder, staring at the desk Ethan’s hiding behind. “But... I saw him walk in… a few minutes ago.” “You must have made a mistake.” “I... I didn’t—” she clears her throat, face flushed. “I didn’t make a mistake, Mr. Grey.” I lean forward, our faces inches apart. “Are you indirectly calling me a liar?” She jumps, pupils dilating in fear. “I’d… never. I just thought—” I snatch the file from her hands, cutting her off with my voice sharp as a blade. “Like I said, Ethan didn’t step in. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have something important to attend to.” She swallows hard and walks away. As soon as the door slams shut, Ethan crawls out from hiding, his crumpled suit clinging to his to
ETHANA goddamn demon. That's what he looked like when he smiled at my cock. I had no idea when I stopped breathing, all I felt was a prickling sensation on my lap as he yanked my pants off. He's still smiling at me though, and it sends a shiver down my spine rather than calm me. I shift uncomfortably. He reaches out and traps me, one of his arms behind my head, face inches apart from mine. My back stiffens when his gaze bores into mine. It's like I'm staring at Killan again. The same Killan. Does he have any idea what he's doing to me? “You're hard.” Alexander whispers, minty breath fanning my face. “Look at how hard you are for me, Ethan.” He smirks like the goddamn devil he is. “You’re dripping and yet you still deny this?” I swallow hard. His smirk widens. “I know you want me.” I shake my head, giving him a defiant look. “No.” He unties me slowly, eyes never wavering from mime. “Still in denial?” “No.” “Liar.” He taunts, pressing his finger into my lap. He strokes sligh
ETHAN A goddamn demon. That's what he looked like when he smiled at my cock. I had no idea when I stopped breathing, all I felt was a prickling sensation on my lap as he yanked my pants off. He's still smiling at me though, and it sends a shiver down my spine rather than calm me. I shift uncomfortably. He reaches out and traps me, one of his arms behind my head, face inches apart from mine. My back stiffens when his gaze bores into mine. It's like I'm staring at Killan again. The same Killan. Does he have any idea what he's doing to me? “You're hard.” Alexander whispers, minty breath fanning my face. “Look at how hard you are for me, Ethan.” He smirks like the goddamn devil he is. “You’re dripping and yet you still deny this?” I swallow hard. His smirk widens. “I know you want me.” I shake my head, giving him a defiant look. “No.” He unties me slowly, eyes never wavering from mime. “Still in denial?” “No.” “Liar.” He taunts, pressing his finger into my lap. He st