LOGINCHAPTER THREE: THE OFFER
Ethan's pov:
I stared at the men standing outside my apartment, for a moment, I considered closing the door, the thought became even more tempting when I looked past him and saw the two security guards waiting in the hallway. “About what?” The man adjusted the cuff of his suit. “The photograph.” Of course.I tightened my grip on the door.
“I've already told everyone who asked that I didn't leak it.” “We know.” That caught me off guard, the man held out a card. “Daniel Reeves. I represent Noah Ashford and the Black Wolves organization.” I looked at the card but didn't take it.
“If you represent Noah, why are you at my apartment?”“Because your name and address are now circulating online.”My stomach tightened. “I noticed.” “And because the situation has become dangerous.”
I couldn’t help but laugh.“Dangerous for who? Noah?” “For both of you.” Before I could respond, a voice came from behind him. “Let me talk to him.”
I knew that voice,i had heard it on television countless times. Noah Ashford stepped into the hallway, for a second, I simply stared, seeing him on television was one thing, having him standing outside my apartment was something else entirely.
He looked exhausted, hiis championship jacket was gone, replaced by a dark hoodie and baseball cap. There were shadows beneath his eyes that the cameras usually managed to hide, his gaze settled on me. “You took the picture.” “Yes.” “You knew what it was.” “Yes.” “And you kept it.”
I could feel my temper rise.“Would you like me to apologize for owning my own photograph?”His jaw tightened. “You have no idea what that picture has done.” I opened the door wider.“Neither do you, apparently, because someone else leaked it.”
He went quiet, Daniel spoke “That is exactly why we're here.”I folded my arms.“Then say what you came to say.”Noah stepped into the apartment.I immediately moved aside, irritated by how naturally he acted as though he belonged there.Daniel followed him, while the security guards remained outside.
Noah looked around my apartment, his gaze moving across the old sofa, the secondhand dining table and the stack of unpaid bills sitting beside my laptop.
His eyes stopped there.I reached over and covered them with a magazine.“Don't.”He looked at me.“Don't what?” “Look at my life like it's a documentary!” “Fine.”
Daniel cleared his throat.“We believe the photograph was taken from your camera, but we also believe someone accessed the original memory card.” “I lost it.” “Where?” “I don't know.” “When?” “During the chase.” Noah looked at me sharply. “You were chased because of the photograph?” “ you noticed.” “I didn't order that.” “I didn't say you did.” “But you thought it.” “I think your security team wasn't exactly interested in asking politely.” Noah rubbed a hand over his face. For the first time, I noticed how tired he looked.
Daniel placed a folder on my table.“The sponsors are demanding answers.”
“That's unfortunate.” “Three have already suspended promotional appearances.” “Also unfortunate.” “Two more are considering terminating their contracts.”I looked at Noah, he didn't say anything. Daniel continued, “If the scandal continues without a believable explanation, Noah could lose his largest endorsement.” I shrugged. “I'm sorry.” Noah's eyes narrowed, “You're enjoying this.” “No, I'm not enjoying any of this.” “My mother is sick. I have hospital bills I can't pay. My landlord is threatening to throw me out. I took that photograph because I needed money, not because I wanted to destroy your life.”
Silence settled over the room.I hadn't planned on telling him that. “I didn't know,” he said. “You weren't supposed to.” Daniel closed the folder. “That's why we're offering you a solution.” “what solution?”
“The public already believes you're connected to Noah.” “How? because of the photograph?.” “Yes.” “And somehow that's my problem?” “It is now.” “What exactly are you asking me to do?” Daniel exchanged a glance with Noah.Then he said, “We want you to spend time with Noah publicly.” I blinked. “Spend time with him?” “Appear together. Attend selected events. Be photographed together. Nothing much ” I looked at Noah, he looked just as uncomfortable as I felt. “So you want me to be his friend?” “An ambiguous friend,” Daniel corrected.
“You have to be joking.” “We're not.” I shook my head. “You want to distract the media from the man in the photograph by making them speculate about me.” “Exactly.” “And you think that will work?” “It has a strong chance.” “No.” Daniel's expression remained calm. “You haven't heard the compensation.” “I don't care.” “You should.” He opened the folder and slid a document toward me. I glanced at the figure, I almost choked on my breath.
It was more money than I had seen in one place in years, enough for the hospital bills, rents, to clear the debts that had been following me for months.
I looked away. “No.” Noah frowned. “You said you needed money.” “I do.” “Then why are you refusing?” “Because I don't want to become another piece of your public relations campaign.” His expression hardened. “You think I want this?” “I don't know what you want.” “Neither do I anymore.” The honesty in his voice was shocking.
He looked down at the contract. “My entire life is being discussed by people who don't know me. My sponsors are threatening to walk away. My team wants me to smile and pretend everything is fine.” He looked directly at me. “ and now this photograph has made everything worse and it's not the only problem.”
“What do you mean?”
“The man in the picture is someone important to me. He's straight, and wants nothing to do with the public side of my life. He doesn't want his name or face circulating online.”
Looked at him, my curiosity getting the better of me, “Who is he?”, his face immediately hardened.“That's none of your business.” I raised an brow. “I was only asking.” “And I'm telling you to leave it alone.” I decided not to push further
Daniel stepped forward and opened the folder again.“The problem is that the leaked photograph has already attracted attention. The man's face was cropped out, which means the media can't identify him.” “So……”
Daniel looked directly at me.“Your build is similar to his.” I blinked.“What about it?” “From the photograph, the resemblance is enough to create doubt. And because you're the photographer who took the original picture, placing you beside Noah gives us a believable explanation.” I stared at him.
“You want people to think I'm the man in the photograph?” “We want them to believe you're someone close to Noah.” Noah finally spoke, “I want to find whoever leaked that photograph. If we control the story, we can buy ourselves time.” I folded my arms. “And your solution is me?” “Yes.” “You want me to pretend to be close to you?” “Only in public.”
I let out a disbelieving laugh. “You've got to be kidding me.” “We're not,” Daniel said. I looked at the contract again, the amount printed on the page was still difficult to ignore, It could pay Mum's hospital bills, the overdue and take care of the debts that had been following me for months, but agreeing to this meant allowing strangers to photograph me, speculate about my relationship with Noah and turn my private life into entertainment.
“I don't want to become part of your publicity campaign.” Noah's eyes met mine , “And I don't want my life turned into one either.”
Daniel pushed the contract slightly closer.“You don't have to decide immediately.” I looked at the papers, then I thought about Mum, there wasn't much of a decision left to make.I picked up the pen, “If I sign this, the payment is made immediately?” “Yes.” “And the rules in this contract are the only rules I have to follow?”“Everything you need to know is there.” I scanned the pages one more time, six months of public appearances, photographs, events and Confidentiality.
I took a breath and signed my name, the sound of the pen scratching across the paper seemed strangely loud in the quiet apartment. Daniel collected the contract.
“Good. We'll have the first payment transferred tonight.” I leaned back against the sofa, suddenly exhausted. “So that's all right. ” “Almost.” I looked at him suspiciously. “You'll be moving into Noah's house.”
I stared at him, “What?”“Your address is will start circulating online and staying here isn't safe.” “I can find somewhere else.” Noah shook his head, “that won't solve the problem.” I turned toward him. “Why not?” “Because if we're supposed to be close, disappearing to different places every night won't exactly make the story convincing.”
Daniel nodded. “You'll have your own room. Your privacy will be respected, and you'll be able to continue working.” I looked at Noah. “You knew about this?” “Yes.” “And you didn't think to mention it before I signed?”
His expression remained frustratingly calm, “you were already considering refusing.” “So you left out the part where I have to live with you?” “I didn't leave it out. Daniel just hadn't explained everything yet.”
I looked around my apartment, the old sofa, my battered camera equipment, the photographs scattered across my desk, the little life I'd built despite everything that had gone wrong, and now I was supposed to pack it into a few bags and move into the home of the most famous hockey player in the country, for six months.
I rubbed my forehead, “what have I gotten myself into?” Noah picked up his cap. “You signed the contract.”
I glared at him, “I know.” He opened the door, then looked back at me, “we leave in an hour.”
“An hour?” He nodded. “Fine.” I had signed the contract for the money, didn't realize I was also signing up to live with Noah Ashford.Ethan's POVThe crawl space was dark and narrow and I couldn't breathe.Smoke followed us. It seeped through the cracks in the floorboards, curling around my face, filling my lungs with heat. I crawled faster. My hands scraped against splinters. My knees hit something hard but I kept moving.Behind me, Noah was coughing."Keep going," I shouted. "Don't stop."The passage curved. Then narrowed. Thenwe saw light.It came from the crack in the wall. Moonlight and fresh air.I pushed against the boards. They gave way. I tumbled out into the cold, gasping, my chest heaving.Noah was right behind me.He crawled out and collapsed beside me. His face was streaked with soot. His hands were bleeding. He was coughing so hard his whole body shook."Are you okay?" I grabbed his shoulder. "Noah. Are you okay?"He nodded, because he couldn't speak.Behind us, the cabin groaned and gave up, the roof caved in. Sparks shot into the sky.But we were alive.We were alive.>>>>>>
Ethan's POVI got up at dawn. Noah was still asleep but sleep was far from me. The house was quiet. I grabbed my jacket and my camera and slipped out the back door.I didn't know where I was going, but I just knew I couldn't stay still.>>>>>>>>>>>>>>The dirty road was easier to find in daylight. I stopped at the gate of the weathered cabin, just beside the mailbox.The letters were still inside the mailbox. I didn't touch them. I just stood there, staring at the cabin, trying to understand why it felt like I'd been here before I even saw it that day.The door was unlocked so I pushed it open.I needed answers so I must find it.>>>>>>>>>>>>>Noah's POVI woke up with his name on my lips. It wasn't Ethan's nor mine. It was someone else's, and that name just slipped away the moment I tried to hold onto it.I sat up in bed, breathing hard. The dream was already fading. It was a cabin, a lake, a boy beside me, but I couldn't remember it all. But the feeling and the ache of loss was st
Ethan's POVI was in the kitchen when I heard the front nursing my cup of tea. The crew had wrapped up early for the day, and I was fully enjoying the rare quietness, that followed being alone. It was just me, a cup of tea, and Noah photographs that I was quietly editing on my laptop.Suddenly I heard the front door opened, followed by the sharp sound of unhurried footsteps. I wasn't expecting anyone, neither was Noah, so could it be a team member that forgot something? I asked no one in particular.Just as i was about to ask who it was, a voice I didn't recognize called out in front of me."Knock, knock." I looked up.He was tall. Broad-shouldered. Dark hair with sharp eyes and a smile that looked like it had been practiced in a mirror. He was wearing a Black Wolves hoodie and carrying a bottle of wine like he owned the place."You must be Ethan." He smiled, politely fake."And you are?""Liam." He set the wine on the counter. "Noah's teammate and best friend. The only guy who's bee
Ethan's POVThe dock wasn't enough anymore. The same view, the same water, the same quietness but I needed distance. I needed to move. So I started taking longer routes back to the house past the cafe, the shops, down to the side streets I hadn't explored.During one of my quiet walk, I found a mailbox. It was on the edge of town. An old dirt road curved off the main street and disappeared into the trees. I'd passed it a dozen times without thinking about it. But that evening, something made me turn.The road was overgrown. Weeds pushing through cracked asphalt. Trees leaning in from both sides. It felt abandoned and forgotten. Like no one had walked it in years.At the end of the road, there was a cabin. It was small and weathered, its windows dark and its porch sagging. It looked like it hadn't been lived in for a long time.And beside the gate, an old mailbox.I don't know why I opened it. Maybe it was out of curiosity or habit. The same instinct that made me a photographer ….. th
Ethan's POVThe dock became a habit. I didn't plan it that way. It just happened. Every evening after filming wrapped, I'd find myself walking through town, past the cafe and the shops, down to the water. The lake was quiet and peaceful. The kind of quiet that made it easier to think.Noah didn't always join me. Some nights he stayed in his room, staring at the ceiling. Some nights he walked the other direction, toward the trees. But most nights, he found his way to the dock. He'd sit beside me without a word, and we'd watch the sun go down together.Neither of us talked about what had almost happened at the lodge, the way we'd leaned into each other like it was the most natural thing in the world. We just sat there, side by side, and let the silence do the talking.It was enough. For now.>>>>>>>>>>>>>On Thursday, filming had wrapped early. Noah was doing a solo interview in the house, something about his training regimen, and Priya had told me I could take the evening off. I'd wal
NOAH'S POVThe docuseries moved locations every two weeks.That was the format. Two weeks at the mansion, two weeks on the road. The network called it "dynamic storytelling." Daniel called it "brand expansion." I called it what it was ….. another way to keep cameras on me at all hours.This time, the location was a lakeside town four hours north.I didn't think anything of it when Priya handed me the schedule. But then we drove into town, and something shifted.It wasn't a memory, not exactly. More like a feeling. A pull in my chest, like a hook buried somewhere deep, tugging me toward something I couldn't name.I rolled down the window.The air smelled like pine, water and something I'd forgotten."Are you okay?" Ethan asked from the back seat.I didn't answer. I just stared out the window and tried to remember how to breathe.>>>>>>>>>>>>>The town was small. One main street. A handful of shops. A dock that stretched out into the lake. The kind of place that people come to, when the







