FAZER LOGINELIAN
Immediately I got home, I called a company that deals with changing locks. Despite the fact it was quite late, I had them change all the locks in the house. I changed the passwords to my laptops and my phones. I was determined to flush the parasite that was Aiden Knight out of my life for good. As I crashed into bed after taking the smoothie I made for dinner, his threat came flashing through my mind. What had I done to draw his attention anyway? Was it the way I had dressed or the way I looked? That was when something occurred to me. For the Director to have personally directed Aiden to my office, that meant he was someone important. I grabbed my phone, typing his name into the search box on the internet. There was little to no information about him except a family picture that had been taken with a younger Aiden scowling at the camera. My insides tightened with anxiety as I read the information underneath the picture. Apparently, he was the son of Ares Knight, the Chairman of Gerok group of company, who was rumored to be the king of the underworld in New York. That meant I couldnât dare say anything against him unless I wanted to get buried and never see day light again. But that didnât mean I would cave in to do hisâŚcrude biddings. I was going to fight till I canât anymore. First, I had to get him off my client list. --- âGood morning, pretty boyâ Aiden calls out as soon as he walked into my office, a small smirk on his face as he spread onto the sofa opposite me. Just like he did the first time. My knuckles tightened over the notepad in my palm as his smile got bigger. After I had tried to get him off my patientâs list, I had noticed things in my house finding their place in areas I definitely hadnât placed them in. I suspect he had somehow found a way to break into my house again. âGood morning, Aiden. How are you doing today?â I asked, my voice calm, devoid of the turmoil I was experiencing inwardly. âYour bed is very soft and comfortable; I laid on it for a couple of hoursâ he said in reply to my statement. My brain whirled as I tried to think of when he could have done that. âWhen did you break into my home?â I questioned, my heart pounding fast. âI loved the way that black underwear framed your ass last night, you should keep wearing them, I enjoyed the sight last nightâ My blood ran cold at the extent at which he was obsessed with me. Fear filled me then, my trembling hands feeling as if it wasnât for me. âDonât space out on me now, baby. Unless you want me to ground you again with a kiss, but trust me, it wouldnât end with a kissâ At his mildly covered threat, I found my body obeying him as if he had control over it more than I did. âI am older than you by the way, you should accord me with respectâ I said, my tone shaky but otherwise calm. He let out a mirthless chuckle as he stood to his feet. I didnât move an inch from where I sat, I wasnât going to give him the satisfaction of knowing he affected me. âI would fuck out that feisty attitude out of you. You have just today to decide or elseâŚâ He trailed off, his eyes glinting with wicked glee. He walked away with a slight press of his thumb against my lips. I watched as he walked out of the office, my body thrumming with fear and arousal all at once. The next session after that Aiden didnât show up, causing me to feel disappointed and relieved all at the same time. The good part about it was that I was in control. It just happened that I had a special case to present to the senior doctors in our department. âGood morning, the chief psychologist, the head of department and my fellow doctors. Here is a case ofâŚâ I froze at the video playing on my laptop, I swung my gaze towards the projected screen, my brain scrambling with things to say to counter the image when I saw that it was blank. âIs everything okay, Dr. Moore?â Dr. George asked, a worried expression on his face. âIâŚIâŚuhmâŚI am fine, excuse me pleaseâ I let out shaky as I flew into the bathroom. I opened the tap at the wash-hand basin with unsteady hands, my breathing harsh and sharp in the quiet space. I couldn't afford to have an episode now, not with all my coworkers right out the door. Aiden had played a dirty but powerful trick. This just showed how much power the video he has in his arsenal has to destroy my whole life in the blink of an eye. Once I was calm again, I stepped out and finished presenting the case. By the time I got back home, I was too exhausted and mentally drained to try to eat anything. My phone dinged with a message then, causing me to stiffen as I sat up to see who had messaged me. Adjusting my glasses properly on the bridge of my nose, I peered at the message on the screen of my phone. Unknown number: You better freshen up before I get there, I am bringing food for you to eat. My eyes went wide as I reasoned who it could be that would message me confidently like that. It was Aiden. My fingers hovered over my screen as I debated whether to reply and block him or just brush him off, calling off his bluff about exposing the video. Unknown number: Come open the door before I break it open. I scrambled off my bed, my heart in my mouth as I walked to the entrance. Immediately I opened the door, I saw him. The one man who seemed hell bent on destroy my whole public image. âThere you are pretty boy, have you decided yet?âELIANâI still think youâre avoiding my question.âAiden glanced at me across the center console, one hand resting loosely on the steering wheel while the city lights slid across his face in streaks of gold and white.âI answered your question.ââNo,â I replied, settling farther into the leather seat. âYou gave me the sort of answer politicians give when they donât actually want to answer anything.âA faint smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.âIs that your professional opinion, Doctor?ââIt is.ââAnd here I thought today was your day off.ââIt is my day off.ââThen stop analyzing me.ââI wouldnât have to if youâd simply answer me.ââI did.ââYou absolutely did not.âHe laughed under his breath, the sound low enough that I almost missed it.âYou enjoy arguing with me.ââI enjoy winning.ââYouâve never won.ââI have.ââWhen?âI folded my arms.âYouâve forgotten already.ââI donât forget victories.ââThatâs because there havenât been many.âHe shook his head slowly.âIâve created a
EMILEThe line went silent.Not because the call had dropped.Because neither of us had anything we wished to say first.Father had always possessed that ability. He could weaponize silence until the other person felt compelled to fill it. I had inherited the habit from him, although he would never admit it.I swirled the whiskey in my glass before setting it aside untouched.âYou donât usually call this late and Iâm sure youâre not calling because of Brooklyn what ever happened there is dead and buried as you know.. so let his therapy go according to plan,â I said.âI donât.ââThen I assume this isnât about business or Brooklyn.ââIt isnât.âHis voice remained even, almost detached, but I knew him well enough to recognize the warning hidden beneath that calm.âWhen I asked about Aidenâs therapy this afternoon, I wasnât making conversation.ââI gathered as much.ââYou lied to me.ââHmm loe is a strong word I may have omitted a few details.ââThere is a difference only lawyers apprecia
EMILEI did not enjoy being proven wrong.Unfortunately, life had developed an unpleasant habit of doing exactly that whenever my younger brother was involved.The drive back from the restaurant passed in silence. Candice had offered to continue the conversation another time, and for once I had not argued. There had been too much left unsaid between us, but none of it demanded an answer tonight especially as we both knew what it meant.The message on my phone did.Someone else has started watching the doctor.The words had refused to leave my mind. By the time my driver pulled into the estate, I was already reaching for my phone.âGood evening, sir.âVictor my little eyes and ears answered on the second ring.âI need every surveillance report from the last forty-eight hours.ââRegarding Dr. Moore?ââYes.ââIâll send them immediately.ââAnd Victor.ââSir?ââI donât want summaries.ââI want everything.ââUnderstood.âThe call ended.I stepped out of the car and climbed the wide stairca
EMILEThere were very few people capable of making me regret sending an invitation before they had even arrived.Candice Jones happened to be one of them.I stood on the balcony of the restaurant overlooking the glittering Manhattan skyline, one hand wrapped around a glass of whiskey that had long since lost its chill. The meeting with Father had ended almost thirty minutes ago, yet his questions still lingered in my head.âHow is Aidenâs therapy going?âHe had asked it too casually.. Far too casually.Father never asked questions he already didnât know the answer to.A soft pair of heels clicked against the polished stone behind me.âThey still serve whiskey before saying hello?âHer voice carried the same confidence I remembered and I turned.Candice smiled politely, though it didnât quite reach her eyes.âIt has been a while, Emile.ââIt has.âShe studied me for a second before extending her hand.âShould we pretend weâre meeting for the first time?âI looked at her hand for a bri
AidenI knew he noticed the pickup truck but I honestly couldnât care less..The maĂŽtre dâ greeted us with the kind of smile reserved for people who looked like they belonged.I didnât.Not in places like this.The restaurant glowed beneath soft amber lights that reflected off crystal glasses and polished marble floors. Every table was dressed in white linen, candles flickering gently between expensive floral arrangements, while a pianist in the corner coaxed slow jazz from a grand piano. The room smelled of butter, rosemary, and expensive wine.Elian, however, looked perfectly at home.He slipped his hands into the pockets of his coat as we followed the hostess deeper into the dining room, his attention wandering over the artwork on the walls rather than the people staring discreetly in our direction.âI think they expect me to know which fork is for what,â he whispered.I laughed under my breath.âThey expect me to pay.âHis grin widened. âSo youâre saying I should order the lobster
ELIANI should have known something was wrong the moment Aiden refused to tell me where we were going.People with good intentions usually answered simple questions but Aiden only smiled. âYouâll see.ââI honestly now hate that sentence.ââI know.ââIt usually ends with me regretting something.âHis grin widened as he unlocked the passenger door of his car. âGet in.âI folded my arms. âYou really enjoy ordering people around, donât you?.ââNo.â He waited until I looked at him. âI enjoy ordering you around.âI sighed dramatically before climbing into the car. âOne day,â I muttered as I buckled my seat belt, âyouâre going to meet someone who refuses to entertain your nonsense.ââI already did.â He shut the door before walking around to the driverâs side. âYou.âI pretended to look out of the window so he wouldnât see the smile threatening to appear but it didnât work as nothing ever escaped him.âYou smiled.ââI absolutely did not.ââI saw it.ââYea well.. You imagined it.ââI have exce
ELIANI didnât know when I passed out all I knew was that pain throbbed behind my eyes.Like someone had cracked my skull open and stuffed cotton wool into my brain.I frowned slightly, my face pressing deeper into something soft and cold. The scent surrounding me wasnât really mine which didnât m
ELIANAiden rested his jaw on a hand as he watched me eat the pizza he had brought with him.He had demanded I ate something before I said anything else to him.His request threw me off, his behaviour deviating from blackmail toâŚcare.I shook the thought off as I dropped the piece of pizza I was ni
ELIANI looked like I was attacked by a rabid animal, the litter of hickeys and bruises on my skin looking red and angry.By the time I had woken up this morning, the stranger was gone, disappeared into thin air like he never existed in the first place.I let out a sigh that sounded more disappoint
ELIANMy hands trembled slightly as an alert came in saying I had a match on the app. I tapped on it, curious and still not sure of my decision.Stranger: Come to Hilltop hotel, room 27.Me: Sure, no lights. I am on my way.I downed the remnant of my drink, stumbling to my feet. The hotel the man h







