Chapter 6_Alexanders's pov

The worst part about Ethan Pierce was that he thought he could actually resist me. The thought made me laugh.

My father taught me while growing up to take whatever we want by all means necessary untill we get it. The only part of my life he will never accept is me being gay . He once told me that he knows I won't be still just because he told me to so I should fool around untill I get my fill then come back to my senses and marry a woman. If only he knows.

Pierce had the nerve to stand two steps behind me at all times, to keep his jaw tight and his eyes hard, to act like I was just another assignment, which I obviously am but won't accept it. He probably thought his professional mask could hide the way his little reactions whenever we touch.

Thank God I caught a glimpse of them before he switches back to being all 'I don't feel anything ' mood.

What he doesn't know or maybe he did but is refusing to accept it was that every time he tries to push me away, it only made me want him more.

He was playing hard to get, but what he didn’t understand was that he’d already been gotten. Him ending up in my bed was no longer a possibility, it was a goal. And I’d never missed a goal in my life.

Last night I jerked off to the thought of him until I couldn’t anymore.

The memory of his lips on mine from weeks ago, the heat of his body pressed against me , it had been playing on loop in my head since the moment he walked back into my life. The second chance encounter, the way fate tossed him into my office like some kind of fucked up gift wrapped in a suit. I'm not complaining though. Thank you Universe.

Pierce was my bodyguard now.

And soon, very soon, he’d be mine in every other way too.

Just as I was indulging in that particular daydream, the ping of my phone snapped me out of it.

A text from Aiden.

I groaned, dragging myself upright on the bed, squinting at the screen. What the hell does he want this early in the morning?

Aiden: Morning, boss. You have a business trip tonight. Hilton Tech in Japan have agreed to our terms. Their term is that you come to Japan to sign the papers tomorrow noon.

I run my hands through my hair. A business trip. Normally, I would’ve passed it off to one of my senior execs. But then, before I could even think of replying, another ping came through.

Aiden: Already booked your flight. Check your email for the detail.

Of course he had.

I sighed, typing out a quick 'Thanks man' before tossing the phone aside.

Under normal circumstances, I would’ve cursed him for trapping me like this, but the thought of fourteen hours trapped on a plane with my hot bodyguard sitting beside me? It was enough to make me eager to go.

Oh, Japan suddenly didn’t sound so bad.

Scratch that. It sounded like heaven.

The private jet was waiting that evening. I was dressed down for once, black slacks and a crisp white shirt with the first few buttons undone, I rolled up my sleeves. Comfort mattered on a long haul flight, though I admit, I had another reason: Ethan.

I wanted to see just how long his iron control would last when faced with me in casual mode.

He was already aboard when I stepped up, dressed in his usual uniform , black suit, which by the way always looks hot when he wears them . He looked like sin dipped in discipline, and it made my cock stir before we’d even left the runway.

“Mr. Blackwood,” he greeted, voice low and neutral.

I smirked. “Pierce.”

He stood until I sat, then lowered himself into the seat beside mine, stiff as a board. I stretched out, long legs brushing against his. He didn’t move or even flinch, but I caught the subtle tightening of his jaw.

Got you.

As the engines roared and we lifted off the ground, I leaned back, head tilted toward him. “You really going to sit like that for fourteen hours?”

“I’m working” he said plainly.

I chuckled. “Sure. Because glaring at the emergency exits counts as work.”

His eyes flicked toward me, cool, unamused. “Keeping you alive is work. Your entertainment isn’t my concern.”

“Oh, but it is,” I murmured, lowering my voice so only he could hear. “Because whether you admit it or not, you’re entertained by me.”

His lips pressed into a hard line. “You think too highly of yourself Mr Blackwood.”

“Or maybe you think too little of yourself,” I shot back, grinning.

For the next few hours, we played the same game. I pushed, he resisted. I brushed my leg against his, let my fingers trail across the armrest so close to his that our knuckles nearly touched. He never moved away.

Not once.

At one point, I faked sleep, leaning sideways until my head rested lightly against his shoulder. His entire body stiffened, but he didn’t shove me off.

And that was the moment I knew.

I wasn’t fighting a losing battle.

Ethan Pierce wanted me. He wanted me bad. Even if he won't accept it yet.

By the time we landed in Tokyo, the tension between us had stretched so tight I was surprised it hadn’t snapped.

The hotel Hilton Tech had booked us into was predictably luxurious. Everything screamed money. As it should be.A beautiful two bedroom suite, a private living area, floor to ceiling windows that overlooked the glowing city.

I tossed my bag on the couch, already smirking. “Not bad.”

Ethan did his usual sweep of the rooms ignoring me or rather trying to ignore me. He checked every corner, every door, every shadow. Watching him work, so goddamn focused, made me ache in places I shouldn’t admit.

“You’re thorough,” I said as he returned to the living room.

“I’m paid to be.”

I leaned against the window, hands in my pockets, the city lights glinting off the glass behind me. “And if you weren’t being paid?”

He paused, eyes meeting mine. For a second, the mask cracked. Just a second. But it was enough to see the flicker of heat beneath.

“I’d still be careful,” he said finally, voice rougher than before.

I took a step closer. “Careful’s boring, Pierce. You don’t strike me as boring.”

His throat bobbed.

The silence between us pulsed, heavy.

I could feel it, the pull. The same one that had dragged us together weeks ago.

He broke first, looking away, his voice clipped. “Get some rest, Mr. Blackwood. You’ve got a big day tomorrow.”

I smiled, slow and wicked. “Oh, I’ll get some rest. Just depends on how you define it.”

His eyes narrowed, but I didn’t miss the way his hand twitched at his side, as if he wanted to grab me, pin me, do things neither of us should be thinking about right now.

He left me standing there, cock aching, chest buzzing with anticipation.

This wasn’t over, not by a long shot.

And tomorrow, when business was over?

Japan was going to get one hell of a show.