LOGINThe fever broke on the third day, and Kai never once left. As far as Boston knew, he was still there, holed up in his office finishing out what he went there for, and as far as the New York office knew, he wasn't due back for another week or two. Nobody needed to be told anything. He'd simply gone quiet on the subsidiary end, letting his deputy field the last stretch of it with the excuse that he was tying up loose ends elsewhere, and quietly worked from Adrian's apartment instead, laptop balanced on his knees, answering emails at odd hours so the timestamps still looked plausible. It meant he never had to explain himself to anyone. It also meant that for the entire second half of his supposed trip, the only two people on earth who knew where Kai actually was were the two of them, and Adrian, feverish as he was, found that fact absurdly comforting. Adrian had tried to argue about it from the couch anyway, voice still raw and half gone, insisting Kai couldn't just disappear from w
The atmosphere in the office had become a frozen tundra, and Adrian was the one shivering. For the past two weeks, Kai had transformed into the living embodiment of corporate professionalism. In the hallways, he was a ghost of courtesy. In meetings, he was literally a machine. He spoke to Adrian only when it pertained to quarterly reports or, in Adrian's words, some stupid logistical hurdle. There were no lingering touches, no secret smirks, no stolen glances or kisses that promised a wild night. To anyone watching, they were merely employer and, again in Adrian's words, stupid employee. But part of what almost drove Adrian mad was that the torture didn't end at six o'clock. Kai would wait until the moon was high before calling Adrian. Those nightly calls were intimate, hushed, and devastatingly sweet, but they were a crumb compared to the feast Adrian craved. Being treated like a stranger for ten hours a day only to be loved in the dark was driving Adrian to the brink of insanity.
The curtains never closed all the way, not since Kai moved in, so morning came in early and pale, striping across the bed. Adrian woke up first and didn't know where he was for a second. There was just the wrong ceiling and an arm slung heavy over his waist. Then it came back to him all at once, and the butterflies in his stomach went wild. Kai was still asleep, mouth open a little, hair a wreck across the pillow. One hand had curled against Adrian's ribs like it had found its spot there overnight and refused to leave. Adrian just looked at him for a minute. The light was doing something unfair to his jawline. Then he poked his cheek, because he could. Kai groaned and swatted at nothing. "Go away." "Wake up, big guy." "No. Leave me alone." "Kai." He poked him again, harder this time, then buried his face against his shoulder. "I'm hungry," he said, in a voice much younger than his actual age. One eye cracked open. "A few more minutes, baby. Go back to sleep." He pulled Adrian in
By the time Adrian reached the office, he had revised the previous night into a catastrophe so complete it seemed impossible that anyone else had failed to notice it. Adrian adjusted the cuff of his shirt and walked to his office. He had slept with Kai. Not just slept, exactly. Adrian had spent the drive to work alternating between denial and panic, deciding at every red light that it had been a mistake. By the time the elevator carried him to his floor, his stomach had become a tight, nauseating knot. His assistant greeted him from behind her desk. "Good Morning, Mr. Adrian." "Is it, though?" He offered what he hoped was an apologetic smile. "Sorry. Morning." His office felt unusually exposed when he stepped inside. Glass walls, a view of the city going about its business without him. He took off his coat and stood behind his desk with both palms braced on its polished surface, he stood there for a long moment. His phone rang. For one startled second, he didn't expect to see Ma
“Kai, why are you closing the door?” Adrian’s breath caught. “I told you, I can’t be in the same space as you.” The click of the lock sent his stomach dropping. “Kai…….”He tried the handle. Locked. His fingers stayed wrapped around it a second too long, refusing to believe it. “Kai, please.” Panic crept into his voice. He took a step back, putting distance between himself and the door, immediately hating how his body was loving the situation. “Open the door. I need to leave.” He turned. Kai hadn’t moved from where he stood, but Adrian’s hands were already trembling at his sides. “Please, Kai.” His voice cracked on the name. “Don’t do this to me.” Kai crossed the distance between them before Adrian could react, kai lifted him off his feet like he weighed nothing and tossed him onto the mattress with a forceful thud that knocked the wind out of him. Before Adrian could scramble backward, Kai was over him, pinning his wrists above his head with one hand. The sheer weight of
Adrian's POV The first thing Adrian did after Kai left his office was lock the door. He never locked his door. In all the years of building Aiden Corporation from a single floor of leased office space into a tower with his name stitched into the marble lobby, he had never once felt the need to lock his own office door. But he locked it now. He sank into the chair behind his desk, lowered his head into his hands, and, God help him, laughed. It was a short, disbelieving, slightly hysterical sound, the kind that came from somewhere inside him he didn’t recognize. “A whimper. I fucking whimpered.” He replayed it in his head, hating himself a little more each time. Kai had stood at the other side of that desk, all fire and fury and that stupid confident mouth of his, and said something filthy and reckless, and Adrian's body had betrayed him so completely that his brain hadn't even been consulted. There had been no thought process. No internal debate. Just a sound clawing its way out







