KEIRANI pace around the living room, dialing Vaughn over and over again, but it keeps going straight to voicemail. This isn’t like him. I know I messed up badly, and I regret every bit of it, but right now, all I feel is panic.Why isn’t he back yet? It’s so late, and something deep in my gut tells me something’s wrong. I grab my phone again and dial Bryce. He rushes down the stairs as soon as he sees my face.“I think something is wrong with Vaughn. I need you to track his location, his car, his phone, anything. Just find him,” I say urgently.“I’ll get right into it, boss,” he nods and hurries out of the house.I sink into the couch, folding my arms tightly across my chest. My legs won’t stop bouncing. My head is spinning with all the things I could’ve done differently. If I had just been patient, if I’d just explained instead of yelling back, maybe he wouldn’t have left. Maybe none of this would be happening.Is he okay? Is he hurt? The silence gnaws at my sanity. I can’t lose him
VAUGHNI groan as I open my eyes to a dark room. My head pounds like there’s a war going on inside it, the pain sharp and relentless. I try to lift my hand to massage my temple, but that’s when I realize I’m tied to a chair. Thick ropes dig into my skin, cutting deeper the more I struggle.“What the hell,” I whisper.The room reeks of mildew and something metallic, like blood. I wriggle against the restraints, panic rising, but the ropes don’t budge. Every movement only makes the pain worse.I wince and start yelling. “Is anyone there? Hello? Let me out of here!” My voice echoes off the walls as I thrash against the chair.What the hell is going on? Why am I tied up? What did I do? A thousand questions spin through my mind, none with answers.“Hello! Help me out of here!” I scream again.The door creaks open, and two men step inside.“What the fuck is your problem?” one of them snaps. “You're trying to blow out our ears with that screeching? No one can hear you past this room. Shut it
VAUGHN Everything feels like it’s falling apart.Nothing makes sense as I walk out of the house and slide into the driver’s seat. My hands tremble as I grip the wheel, and the first tear slips down my cheek.“Why? Why did he do that to me?” I whisper the words thick with pain.Betrayal claws at my chest, suffocating me. I thought he was my friend, my confidant. Someone I could bare my soul to. But Keiran… he’s been playing with my emotions all along. I feel like a fool.The sorrow slowly burns into rage. I wipe my face roughly and jam the key into the ignition. I can’t stay near him. I need to get as far away as possible.He used me. Played me like a pawn in a game I didn’t even know I was in.“He didn’t even apologize properly,” I mutter, my heart twisting with each word. My fingers tighten around the steering wheel, and I speed down the road. I don’t know where I’m going. I just need to go.Anger bubbles inside me, mixing with hurt. Keiran was my first. My first everything. And now
VAUGHN I feel like a complete fool. How did I not see it?“You fucking played me, Keiran! You played with my feelings, played me like I was some joke, and I fell for it!” My voice shakes with rage as I glare at him. “What do you even have to say for yourself? How are you going to defend this mess you created?”Keiran shakes his head, like he can somehow deny the truth staring both of us in the face.“This shit’s been going on for months, and you didn’t think I deserved to know?” My voice rises, bitter and raw. “You didn’t think it was important to mention that I was your fuck buddy? That all this time I’ve been confiding in you, trusting you, loving you, you’ve just been using me?”His lips part, but I don’t stop. “I told you everything about my life. My fears. My past. My goddamn soul. And what did you do?” I laugh coldly. “You just sat there pretending like you cared. Like I mattered to you. It must’ve been hilarious, watching the pathetic gay man fall harder and harder for the gu
VAUGHN “Are you sure you’re fine? Do you need anything else? Juice? An extra blanket? Some snacks? Just say the word and I’ll get it right away. I don’t want you walking around on your own when I’m busy,” Keiran says, and I can’t help but smile as I look at him.His face is carved with worry, and it sends this warm, sweet rush through me. I love seeing him like this, so concerned because of me. It’s strangely endearing.He cares. And he can’t even pretend not to anymore.“I’m fine, baby,” I say, dragging out the last word with a wide grin.He groans, looking away like I’ve just short-circuited his entire system.“You can’t blame me. I was worried… besides, aren’t you my baby?” he adds, smirking now, all cocky and cute. My cheeks heat up instantly.“Call me if you need anything, okay?” he says softly, flashing a smile that makes my heart flutter.He presses a light kiss to my lips before walking out of the room, leaving me alone with nothing but my thoughts, and they’re loud.I sigh,
KEIRAN“Vaugh! Vaugh, wake up! What the fuck happened?” I scream, cradling his head in my lap as I shake him, panic crawling up my throat. His eyes flutter open but barely. He coughs violently, his chest rising and falling like it’s a struggle just to breathe.“Vaugh… please, what’s wrong? Water!” I shout, and a server rushes over, hands trembling as they pass me a glass.I bring it to his lips, but he weakly shoves it away, his hand shaking uncontrollably.“No…” he rasps, voice hoarse and broken.I set the glass aside, my heart slamming against my ribcage. We were laughing, smiling, just moments ago. What changed? What the hell is happening?“Vaugh, baby, talk to me. Please,” I whisper, cupping his cheeks, and I freeze. His skin is burning hot. My stomach drops.He’s sweating. Bad. I tug his jacket off and toss it aside. My hands tremble as I scan his face, and that’s when I see them.Red rashes. Angry, blotchy, spreading fast along his neck and cheeks.My breath catches. “No, no, no
VAUGHN “It’s time to leave. Are you ready?” Keiran calls out from the door, and I chuckle.“Why don’t you come in and see for yourself?” I yell back.“I can’t afford you seducing me. Hurry up,” he says, and I smirk. I spray on my perfume, give myself one last glance in the mirror, and step out. His eyes roam over me like he’s trying to memorize every inch.“You look good,” he says, almost breathless.I walk closer with a grin. “Don’t I always?”As I brush past him, he leans in, his voice low and rough against my neck. “If we weren’t going out, I’d fuck you so hard you’d forget how to be sassy.”A shiver runs down my spine as his hand finds my waist, guiding me outside.We arrive at the wedding venue, and the moment we step in, I spot several of my former colleagues from the firm. They’re excited to see me, and truthfully, I missed them too. Keiran stays right beside me, close and grounding.Zoey sees me, and her face lights up.“Hey!” she says.“Hi,” I reply, a bit awkwardly. Keiran
VAUGHNI pace back and forth, my arms folded tightly across my chest, my heart thudding like a drum in my ears. Keiran should’ve been back by now. The longer he stays out, the harder it gets to breathe. He went to face my dad and every second that ticks by adds another stone of fear to my chest.My father isn’t just cruel, he’s dangerous, the kind of man who doesn’t flinch at the sight of blood. And Keiran’s reckless when he’s angry, especially when it comes to something so personal.I drop onto the couch and grab the remote, flipping through the channels without really seeing anything. Bright colors, loud voices, laughter but none of it stopped the storm cloud swirling in my head. I can’t focus. My fingers tremble, and my knee bounces restlessly.Why hasn’t he called?My mind spins out of control, crafting scenario after scenario, each one worse than the last. What if my dad pulled a gun? What if Keiran fought back and things spiraled? What if he didn’t walk away?“What if he gets sh
KEIRAN“It’s not possible. No, you’re a liar! You don’t know them!” Reynolds shakes his head, trembling with denial, and I scoff.“You killed them, and now you pretend they never existed?” I growl, my voice sharp with rage. “You’re a fucking bastard.”I drive my foot into his gut.He gasps, his face contorting in agony as he doubles over, clutching his stomach and coughing.“You can’t be their son,” he wheezes, looking up at me with wide, horrified eyes. “They’re dead. All of them. No one survived. How are you even here?”“This has to be a joke. A cruel joke,” he spits, anger taking over his confusion. “Who sent you? Why the fuck are you doing this to me?”I stare down at him, eyes dark. “How could I be dead when you’re still breathing after what you did to my family?”He freezes. Staring. Still clinging to some false hope that this is all some twisted coincidence. But it’s not. I can see it settling into his bones now, the truth.I am his nightmare.I want him to feel every ounce of