LOGINAlex walked out of Rowans office his shirt a little crooked and his mind reeling. The thing about the brother had changed something between them. Trust was still a long way off. Every step he took towards the elevators felt like he was being watched. He kept his face neutral until he got to his floor then he locked himself in a meeting room and pulled out his phone. The last message from that number was still deleted, but he had not forgotten it.
He needed some air, not the kind that comes from a corporate air conditioner. Of going to lunch he took the stairs down two floors and found Lena waiting near the part of the building where they deal with following the rules. She handed him a cup of coffee without asking him if he wanted one.
"You look like you have been through a war " she said, her voice low. "Is it because of Vale again?"
Alex took the cup feeling the warmth of it in his hand. "It is something like that. You seem to know a lot about what goes on."
Lena looked around before she spoke. "I have been working here for three years. That is long enough to see how things work. Rowan does not let people get close to him. When he does things get bad. His last advisor left in a body bag. The official story was that it was a car accident.. The real story was that he dug too deep into the companys money."
Alexs grip on the cup got tighter. "The brother."
Lenas eyes got a little wider. "You already know about Elias? Most people who work here do not even know that name."
Before Alex could ask her questions his phone rang. It was Rowans line. He answered it on the ring.
"My office. Now. Do not bring anything with you that people can see." Rowan sounded stressed.
Alex ended the call. Looked at Lena. "You should stay out of sight for a while. Something is not right."
He took the elevator up to Rowans office his heart beating faster with every floor. When he got there Rowan had the blinds closed and two computer screens on. One was showing security footage. The other was scrolling through financial records.
Rowan did not waste any time. He pulled Alex in. Kissed him hard like the time they spent apart was too much to bear. Alex kissed him back away his hands going under Rowans jacket. They stumbled towards the couch taking off their clothes as they went.
This time it was slower. Just as intense. Rowan took control touching every part of Alexs body like he needed to remember it. Alex gave it back his nails digging into Rowans shoulders making him make sounds that showed the man behind the mask of the CEO. When they came together it left them both shaking and sweaty.
Afterwards Rowan put his head on Alexs chest breathing unevenly. "The board wants you suspended by the end of the day. Victor showed them some evidence. He said you changed the time on your login and even I almost believed it."
Alex ran his fingers through Rowans hair. "Then why am I still here?"
"Because I stopped them. For now." Rowan lifted his head, his gray eyes serious. ". It cost me. I had to promise them that I would find out who is behind the leak by Friday or they will make me do what they want."
Alex sat up. Started putting on his shirt. "Friday is three days away. We need a plan."
Rowan watched him get dressed his eyes hungry. "We? Be careful Rivera. This is not a partnership yet."
"After what we did it feels like one." Alex buttoned his cuffs. "Tell me about Elias. The real story."
Rowans face closed off. He stood up and put on his trousers his movements sharp. "Elias was my brother. He was smart and reckless. He found out that our father was taking company money and putting it in accounts in countries before he died. It was blackmail. Power. The kind that can destroy a companys reputation. Elias wanted to tell everyone about it. Someone made sure he never got the chance."
Alex stepped closer. "And what about the man who got close to you?"
Rowans jaw got tight. "His name was Julian. He helped Elias dig up the truth. Then they both disappeared within weeks of each other. The police said it was a coincidence. I know better."
There was a silence. Alex touched Rowans arm. "You think the same people are behind the leaks that are happening now."
"I know they are." Rowan. Gripped Alexs shoulders. "That is why you should leave this building and never come back. I do not want to lose another person I..."
He stopped, the word hanging in the air.
Alexs chest got tight. "Say it."
Rowan let him go and stepped back. "Do not push me. Not today."
The intercom buzzed. Victors voice came through. "Rowan the board chairman is on his way. He wants to talk to you."
Rowan cursed. "Hide in the side room. Do not make a sound."
Alex slipped into the room next to Rowans office just as the main door opened. He left it open a crack so he could hear.
The chairmans voice was loud. "You are playing a game, Vale. Protecting that new hire makes you look like you are not doing your job. The leaks are getting worse. If this continues we will vote you out."
"You need me " Rowan replied coldly. "Without me this company will fall apart in six months."
The chairman laughed. "You are as arrogant as always. We have an offer from Meridian Group to buy us out. It is a deal. All they want is for us to cooperate on some files."
Alexs blood ran cold. Meridian was the company he had been working on. This was not a coincidence.
Rowans tone turned deadly. "You will not sell this company while I am still alive. Get out."
After the chairman left Rowan opened the side door. His face was pale with anger. "Did you hear?"
"Every word." Alex came out of the room. "They want you gone. The leaks are the way they are going to do it."
Rowan pulled Alex into another kiss this one deep. They did not make it to the couch this time. Rowan took him against the desk possessive. Alex met every thrust with fire whispering challenges that made Rowan lose control until they both shattered.
Panting in the aftermath Rowan pressed his forehead to Alexs. "Stay at my penthouse tonight. It is the place with security that I can trust."
Alex looked into his eyes. "Is that an order or an invitation?"
"Both." Rowans voice was a little softer. "I need you close to me."
They left separately to avoid suspicion. Alex worked through the afternoon trying to focus. He could feel the hostility from his colleagues growing. At six he got a text from Rowan with an address and instructions to take the service exit.
The penthouse took up the three floors of a sleek building ten blocks from the tower. Rowan opened the door himself wearing a black shirt and trousers. No tie. No armor.
Inside the space was simple but warm. Large windows looked out over the city. Alex stepped in. Felt a change right away. This was Rowans space.
Rowan poured two drinks. Handed one to Alex. "No talk about work for one hour. Just us."
They tried. They talked about things that had nothing to do with work. Alex told Rowan about his fathers debts and the pressure that made him take this job. Rowan listened without judging him shared parts of his childhood watching his father hurt everyone around him. For a moment Alex saw vulnerability behind the dominance.
One hour turned into two. They forgot about their drinks. They ended up in the master bedroom exploring each other with patience. Touches lingered. Kisses slowed. Rowans control fractured into something tender though the hunger was still there. Alex surrendered in ways he never had before and in return he made Rowan make sounds that felt like victory.
Later tangled in sheets Rowan touched a scar on Alexs ribs. "Where did this come from?"
"I got it in college. I was with someone who did not like being left." Alex paused. "What about the scar on your eyebrow?"
Rowans finger stopped moving. "Elias. We fought the night before he disappeared. He threw a glass. I still hear his words sometimes. 'You will end up like him.'"
Alex pulled him closer. "You are not your father."
The moment broke when Rowans phone lit up on the nightstand. He reached for it frowning at the screen.
A video file. No sender.
They watched it together. It showed Alex and Rowan in the office that day the desk encounter captured from a hidden angle. The footage was clear enough to destroy both their reputations.
A text followed the video.
**One million dollars by tomorrow night. This goes public. Tick tock, brother.**
Rowan went rigid. "Elias " he whispered. "He is alive."
Alex stared at the phone his pulse roaring. The brother was not dead. He was the one pulling every string. The ultimate twist in a game full of blood and desire.
Rowan looked at Alex, his eyes wild, with betrayal and fear. "He wants me to choose. The. You. Because he knows I will make the choice."
Alex gripped Rowans hand. "Then we choose together. We burn it all if we have to."
The days following the confrontation over Julian had been a careful dance of healing and reaffirmation. Alex and Rowan moved through the penthouse with a new tenderness, the insecurity that had threatened to divide them slowly giving way to a deeper, more resilient love. The "You are not him" reassurance from Rowan had become a quiet mantra, spoken in soft kisses and late-night conversations, grounding them against the shadows Elias continued to cast. The board investigation loomed, Victor schemed in the background, and the ghost’s threats persisted, but in the quiet moments between the chaos, their bond had grown into something undeniable.That evening, the penthouse felt different. Rowan had asked Alex to meet him on the rooftop terrace after work, a private space they rarely used because of the exposure. Alex arrived as the sun dipped below the skyline, painting the city in deep oranges and purples. Rowan waited near the edge, dressed in a simple dark shirt and trousers, a small ta
The insecurity had become a constant companion, whispering in the quiet moments between their passionate nights and late-night conversations. Alex found himself watching Rowan more closely, cataloging every glance, every careful word, every way the past seemed to linger in the present. Julian’s ghost had taken on a life of its own in Alex’s mind — the brilliant advisor, the passionate challenger, the first love who had pushed Rowan to be better in ways Alex sometimes feared he never could. The doubt Elias had planted had grown into a quiet fear: would he always be second place in Rowan’s heart?They were in the penthouse that evening, the city lights casting a soft glow across the living room. Rowan sat on the couch reviewing board documents, his brow furrowed in concentration. Alex watched him from the kitchen island, coffee cooling in his mug. The love between them remained strong — the genuine kisses, the whispered "I need you," the way their bodies came together with emotional dep
The confrontation over Julian had left a fragile peace in the penthouse, but the air still carried the weight of unspoken truths. Alex sat on the edge of the bed the next evening, watching Rowan pace slowly in front of the windows. The city lights glittered behind him like a thousand watchful eyes, a constant reminder that Elias was out there, waiting for any crack to widen. The love between them remained strong — the genuine kisses, the whispered "I need you," the way their bodies still sought each other in the night — but the doubt Elias had planted refused to die quietly."You said you would tell me everything," Alex said quietly, breaking the heavy silence. "No more careful versions. No more protecting me from the past. Who was Julian to you? Really?"Rowan stopped pacing. He turned, gray eyes meeting Alex’s with visible pain and resolve. The man who had once commanded rooms with effortless control now stood vulnerable, shoulders slightly slumped from the emotional toll of recent
The seeds of doubt Elias had planted grew slowly but relentlessly, like cracks spreading through glass. Alex found himself watching Rowan more closely in the days after the warehouse meeting, cataloging small moments that once seemed insignificant. The way Rowan’s decisions still carried that instinctive command. The careful way he framed stories from his past. The flicker of jealousy that appeared whenever Marcus’s name came up in conversation. Love remained the dominant force — the genuine kisses, the whispered "I need you," the way their bodies came together with emotional depth — but the questions lingered in quiet moments, refusing to be silenced.They woke tangled together in the master bedroom, the morning light soft on their skin. Rowan pulled Alex closer immediately, pressing a slow, genuine kiss to his lips. "Good morning," he murmured, voice still rough with sleep. "I need you here like this every day. It keeps the rest of the world bearable."Alex returned the kiss, hands
The days following Alex’s meeting with Elias blurred into a tense rhythm of outward normalcy and inward turmoil. The penthouse, once a sanctuary of stolen passion and late-night confessions, now felt like a stage where Alex performed the role of the devoted partner while his mind replayed every word from that dimly lit warehouse. *You don't know Rowan at all.* The phrase had taken root like a stubborn weed, growing in the quiet moments when Rowan was not there to chase it away with a genuine kiss or a whispered "I need you."Alex stood at the kitchen island that morning, watching Rowan prepare coffee with the same precise movements he used in boardrooms. The man looked composed in his tailored shirt and slacks, but Alex saw the faint lines of exhaustion around his eyes, the way his shoulders carried the weight of the board investigation and Elias’s confirmed return. Love still burned bright between them — the emotional kisses, the tender touches, the way they clung to each other after
The words echoed in Alex’s mind like a persistent whisper that refused to fade. *You don't know Rowan at all.* Elias had said them with such calm certainty during their warehouse meeting, his eyes gleaming with the confidence of someone who believed he held all the cards. Alex sat on the edge of the bed in the penthouse the next morning, staring at the city skyline through the windows while Rowan slept beside him. The man’s arm was still draped possessively across his waist, breath warm against his back, but the peace Alex had felt after their emotional reunion now felt fragile, cracked by the seeds of doubt Elias had so expertly planted.He slipped out of bed carefully, not wanting to wake Rowan yet. The kitchen offered no comfort as he made coffee, the routine movements doing little to silence the voice in his head. Elias had laid out dates, names, connections that aligned too neatly with what Marcus had shared. Julian’s disappearance. The offshore accounts. The way Rowan had allege
Alex stood in his apartment staring at the half-packed duffel bag on the bed. The bag held his clothes, a books, his laptop and the worn photo of his mother. This place never felt like home; it was a temporary stop between debts and desperation. Now with Elias breathing down their necks and cameras
Alex stood frozen in the penthouse bedroom. The glow of Rowans phone cast shadows on their faces. The video played on loop in his mind even after the screen went dark. Their bodies were entangled against the desk. The raw sounds were captured clearly. It was not just evidence it was a weapon. It wa
Alex did not sleep much. He could still taste Rowan on his lips. It was a sharp reminder of the man. He lay in bed staring at the ceiling of his apartment thinking about what happened in the office. He thought about the way Rowan grabbed his tie and the way their mouths crashed together. He thought
Alex Rivera stormed through the revolving glass doors of Vale Tower at 7:42 a.m. briefcase gripped tightly like a weapon. The marble lobby shone under lights but the atmosphere already felt heavy on his chest. He had not even sat at his desk yet and the knot in his stomach told him this job might k







