What did he just say

"Leo"

He mutter jerking off

He imagine Leo doing it hands in his dick ,his's vainy hands rubbing his dick

He jeck faster till he release "fuck you ,Leo"

He spat out removing his hands from his dick,his one hard dick fall down 

. He stormed to his closet, yanking out worn jeans and a black top. He changed quickly—the soft fabric a small comfort against his racing pulse.

He towel-dried his hair, letting it fall in damp waves. No fuss, no effort.

The door creaked open. Ryu stepped in.

Ryu paused in the doorway, taking in Jaxon’s stiff posture and the storm still crackling in his eyes.

“Okay…” Ryu said slowly, closing the door. “Something definitely happened.”

Jaxon didn’t turn right away. He shoved his phone onto the dresser like it offended him, then dragged a hand through his damp hair.

“Leonard,” he spat. The name sounded like a curse.

Ryu groaned. “Of course it’s Leonard. I swear that man lives on chaos.”

“He called me,” Jaxon said, finally facing him. Jaw tight, voice sharp. “Just to talk shit. To get under my skin. And the worst part?” He laughed bitterly. “It worked.”

“Wait—Leonard? Kai’s boyfriend? What did he say? Did he piss you off?” Ryu asked, leaning against the wall.

“Nothing,” Jaxon forced a smile. “I just wanna sleep.” He yawned dramatically.

Ryu raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. “Yeah, right. That yawn was Oscar-worthy.”

Jaxon kicked off his slippers and crawled onto the bed, pulling the covers up. “Goodnight, detective,” he muttered, turning his back.

Ryu chuckled and pushed off the wall. “Fine. Sleep. But if you start moaning Leonard’s name in your dreams, I’m never letting you live it down.”

“Ryu,” Jaxon warned, voice muffled by the pillow.

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding,” Ryu laughed, heading for the door. He paused, softer now. “Get some rest, okay? Tomorrow will feel lighter.”

Jaxon didn’t reply, but his breathing slowly evened out.

Ryu switched off the light and stepped out, closing the door gently.

Alone in the dark, Jaxon stared at the wall, Leonard’s voice echoing in his mind—uninvited, unwelcome… and far too vivid.

“Fuck you, Leo,” he muttered under his breath.

CLIFFORD MANSION – BAR

Leonard smirked when Jaxon disconnected the call. He poured himself a glass of wine, took a slow sip, and let the taste linger.

He tried to imagine Jaxon’s face—cheeks flushed, eyes blazing, body tense from anger… and something else.

The thought drove him crazy.

His phone buzzed with a notification. He ignored it at first, but curiosity won.

When he opened it, his eyes darkened with fury.

The internet was exploding after Kai’s interview.

• I still can’t believe Kai and Leo are dating.  

• They’re the perfect duo.  

• Oh! I’m so jealous.  

• How did Kai make that cold prince fall for him?  

• Kai and Leonard forever.

Leonard hurled the glass against the wall.

It shattered, red wine splashing like blood across the cream surface. His jaw clenched, veins bulging as he stared at the screen, the comments burning into his mind.

“Forever?” he scoffed darkly.

His fingers curled around the phone, knuckles white. Kai’s smiling face, glowing, claiming him like it was real. Like the world had a right to know.

Leonard dragged a hand through his hair and exhaled sharply. They didn’t know anything. Not the truth. Not the game.

He poured another drink—slower this time—eyes dark and calculating.

“Enjoy it while it lasts,” he muttered.

Noah stepped in and bowed respectfully.

“The internet is on fire. Kai just confirmed you two are in love,” Noah said, smirking. “So he says.”

“Forget him,” Leonard said. “I hope everything is set for tomorrow.”

“Yes, boss,” Noah replied.

“Don’t call me boss. You can call me Leo,” Leonard sighed.

“Yes, boss—I mean, Leo, sir,” Noah chuckled and walked out.

Leonard texted Kai.

**Leonard:** Meet me at my office tomorrow morning.

Kai replied instantly.

**Kai:** Sure baby, good night sweetheart.

Leonard didn’t reply. He pocketed his phone and continued drinking straight from the bottle.

NEXT MORNING – JEREMY’S ROOM

Jeremy woke with a groan, rubbing sleep from his eyes. Sunlight poured in too bright. His phone buzzed on the nightstand.

He swung his legs out and slipped on his slippers.

Saturday—his favorite day.

He headed straight to the kitchen and smiled when he saw his mother, Evelyn, cooking.

She was the best cook in New York, hands down.

“Good morning, Mom,” Jeremy said, discreetly snatching a piece of bacon.

Evelyn swatted at him playfully with a spatula. “Get out of here—you’ll spoil your appetite!”

Jeremy dodged, grinning. “Can’t help it. You make the best food in the city.” He snatched another piece and escaped.

After a few minutes, he came back—fully dressed.

“Off to where?” Evelyn raised an eyebrow.

“To find a job,” Jeremy said, grabbing one more piece of bacon.

“You don’t have to. I’m already making enough working as—”

“A waiter,” Jeremy cut in gently.

He badly wanted to tell her about the goons who threatened him, but he shrugged it off. He didn’t want to stress her—she was just recovering.

The real reason he’d borrowed money from those gangsters was to pay for her treatment.

“Mom, I’ll be fine. Have a wonderful day,” Jeremy kissed her forehead and walked out.

The early morning sun was brutal.

GYM

Daniel adjusted the weights on the bench press while Lionel jogged on the treadmill, sweat glistening.

Lionel’s pace slowed.

His gaze locked shamelessly on a guy ahead of him—headphones on, completely unaware. Lionel smirked, eyes glued where they shouldn’t be.

“Damn,” he muttered.

“Lionel, focus,” Daniel warned without looking up.

Too late.

Lionel missed a step. The treadmill jerked. He flailed, lost balance, and crashed onto the belt before rolling off with a loud thud.

The gym froze.

Then—laughter.

Some gasped, others laughed openly. The guy turned, startled, confusion on his face as he saw Lionel sprawled on the floor, groaning.

“You okay?” Daniel rushed over.

Lionel jerked his hands away. “Why didn’t you warn me?”

“I did.”

“I didn’t hear you,” Lionel shrugged, gaze still on the guy’s backside.

He stood and headed for his bag—eyes still locked.

He walked straight into the wall, head-first.

Daniel laughed out loud.

CLIFFORD ENTERPRISE

Leonard stood by the window, gazing at the skyline, mind thoughtful.

His phone buzzed—a message from one of his spies.

**Spy:** Evan and Pinky are fighting over a jacket at the mall. Should I interfere?

**Leonard:** No.

The moment he sent it, Kai stepped in—looking different than usual.

Kai smiled and hugged him from behind. “Were you missing me?”

Leonard stiffened. He didn’t move. Slowly, he turned, eyes dark.

“Is that what you think this is about?”

Kai blinked, confused. “What do you mean?”

“You—” Leonard’s jaw tightened. “You went on live TV and told the world I’m your boyfriend. Did you really think I’d let that slide?”

Kai’s smile faltered. “I just thought—”

“No,” Leonard snapped. “You thought wrong. I don’t want my life broadcast like some fairy tale for everyone to judge. Understand?”

Kai stepped back, guilt flashing. “I… I didn’t mean to—”

Leonard ran a hand through his hair, anger simmering. “Intentions don’t matter. The second you make my name public like that, you crossed a line.” He exhaled sharply. “This isn’t even a real relationship—you forced it. I never agreed.”

Kai’s eyes filled with tears.

Leonard turned away.

Jaxon walked in—he and Kai had come together.

When Jaxon saw Kai crying, his chest tightened.

Kai hugged Jaxon needily.

“Let’s go, Jax,” Kai whispered.

Leonard turned to face them. His gaze locked with Jaxon’s—but Jaxon looked away instantly.

Jaxon and Kai headed for the door, but…

“Kai, you can leave,” Leonard said, voice firm but manipulative. “Jaxon’s staying.”

Kai’s eyes widened.

What… did he… just say?

TO BE CONTINUED...