When hearts tear, they make no sound. He should have known that by now. Acting indifferent for an hour and Roy was already dazed and reeling from the hurt. The only noise in the bathroom besides the drumming beat of that lifeless organ inside his chest was the splashing of droplets of water from the tap. On a shuddering breath, Roy stared at his reflection in the mirror and then at the door, and then at the faint love bite on his neck, the tiles but the image that burned in his mind and made him ache was Bryan’s stark, haunted features in his room two nights ago. He saw Bryan’s wild black hair falling uncombed over his perfectly arched brow and gleaming green eyes. Saw his sensual mouth compressed in pain. Saw the shadows of exhaustion between his empty eyes. Saw new lines carved deeper into his brown flesh. Saw the slight slump of his broad proud shoulders. Remembered the agony in his eyes when he’d said, “Whatever happens Roy, please don’t let go.” Why couldn’t he hate Bryan f
On a shuddering breath, Roy stared at his reflection in the mirror and then at the door, and then at the faint love bite on his neck, the tiles but the image that burned in his mind and made him ache was Bryan’s stark, haunted features in his room two nights ago.He saw Bryan’s wild black hair falling uncombed over his perfectly arched brow and gleaming green eyes. Saw his sensual mouth compressed in pain. Saw the shadows of exhaustion between his empty eyes. Saw new lines carved deeper into his brown flesh. Saw the slight slump of his broad proud shoulders.Remembered the agony in his eyes when he’d said, “Whatever happens Roy, please don’t let go.”Why couldn’t he hate Bryan for abandoning him?He should take off the stupid black obsidian ring from his finger and flush it down the drain.When then did he fall to his knees and curl his fingers against the grey tie on his neck that’d belonged to Bryan? He buried his face in the soft material, inhaling his scent that was still faintly
Anderson—Come to me.Roy—Not in your wildest dreams.Anderson--I’m saying this as your boss.Roy--And I’m saying this as your employee who doesn’t report directly to you. If you need anything, you can contact my superior.Anderson--Let’s kiss and make up. I promise it’ll be better than before.Roy—You’re such a jerkAnderson—Your jerk (an eggplant emoji)Roy couldn’t help it. He laughed. It’s been a while since he’d laughed.“Who are you texting?” A raspy male voice broke into his thoughts and he quickly shoved his phone away.“No one.” He muttered, licking his suddenly dry lips as guilt washed through him. was he really texting back and forth with Anderson while on a dinner date this Angelo? Eff, this was so messed up.He should have ignored Bryan’s text after that incident in the alley but how could he when his heart skipped a beat and his blood heated almost as if he’d been waiting for that text?“Are you sure?” Angelo narrowed his eyes while tucking a napkin into his shirt collar,
Roy’s P.O.VThirty minutes later, Bryan made sure I was third-wheeling on my own date. With his good look and grace, Angelo was smitten with him and I was shoved out of their conversation, left to be picking at my food.I wasn’t sure if it was jealousy or anger but something that burning fiercely deep inside me. Bryan Anderson had no right to show his face in front of me. He had no fucking right to turn Angelo into a blushing mess that was trying to please him at all costs.Brimming with ill-concealed irritation, I cleared my throat and turned a sickly sweet smile on Bryan, “How’s your wife, Ms. Andorra? Don’t you think she’d be waiting up for you now?”I bit back a grin on seeing the dismayed look on Angelo’s face. He flushed a beet-red, probably thinking that he’d been flirting with a straight man while his date was right across.This was definitely a red flag and nothing was going to make me agree to date him.It seemed I was simply a magnet for men who’d never truly care about me.
Roy’s P.O.V His expression was like a cold star, his nose straight, and his silence was as cold as ice. Quite similar and also different from Bryan’s indifference, Cain’s indifference has a hint of malice and death, like a daffodil that died quietly. “Little bunny,” A smirk pulled the sides of his lips up as he pushed back his head and took a swig from the bottle in his hands. “Don’t call me that.” I snapped, my voice had a familiar shake in it as a lump formed in my throat, “What are you doing here?” “It’s a club. A public place Roy,” He stood before me, looking down at me through his nose with a mixture of lust and loathing. I knew that look too well. It’s as if two parts of him fought—the part that liked men and the part that loathed the idea of men being together—and the latter always wins in the end. Eff, I shouldn’t have drunk so much. The world was starting to have a blurriness to it. “You’re right. It is truly a public place which means you don’t have to be in front of m
“You can make it all better by leaving me alone.’He stood in a darkened corner of the club, questioning what was left of his sanity for stalking Roy. But seeing Roy kiss Angelo through the CCTV footage had flipped a dormant switch in him and he knew he could no longer stay away, blood oath be damned.Which was exactly what led him to crash the date Roy was having. It’d been a coincidence that he saw Roy at that restaurant. It was true that the restaurant was a cheap, homely place and was far from his usual taste but his international business partner had insisted on a local seafood restaurant to give him the feel of a local during his stay in Louisiana.Then while engaging in small talk with the man, Bryan had been texting Roy on his phone, smiling lightly at his pretense of offhanded replies when his eyes had strayed over and halted on that mop of short dark hair that shined under the fluorescent lights.Then he noticed that Angelo guy seating across the table from him, looking at h
“Cain isn’t just a businessman,” Roy whispered, seating across Bryan in his limo. “He runs an underground drug chain. He’s like a mafia don.”He gulped from the water bottle Bryan had tossed at him.“Oh, I know.” Bryan replied expressionlessly, while his eyes roved over the newspaper opened on his crossed legs, “That’s why I refused to do business with him. What I want to know is what business you have with him.”“I have nothing to do with him!” Roy squealed in a high-pitched voice, flushing when carpalia who was driving cleared his throat, “Could you bring up the divider?”Bryan glanced up at him for a second before leaning over in his seat and pressing a button that brought up the soundproofed glass that divided the back compartment from the front.Roy swallowed before he continued, “I was young, broken, and lonely. I’d just graduated high school and Liam was in the process of getting our adoption papers ready since he was twenty. It was a stupid mistake that I ran into his car on m
Inside the poorly lit cold room lay a young boy on a big, soft, and luxurious bed, whimpering and cowering in trepidation. For someone who’d voluntarily come to a place, the treatment he received so far differed from that of a prisoner.Dressed in a sweatshirt that had ridden up to expose the pale skin of his abdomen and low-hanging ripped jeans, he wished the temperature of the room could be increased a bit to ward off the cold settling on his exposed skin.The young boy had smooth, almost translucent skin that reflected the dull glow of the red bulb located in the center of the room’s ceiling.His small oval shaped eyes were blindfolded tightly with a black piece of fabric that felt rough against the softness of his cheeks. One could tell he was terrified from the way he clenched and unclenched his fists which it was tightly strapped to the bed.His feet and hands were splayed apart, and tied to the bed posts.With a small "click", the door opened and his soul almost left his body.