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?âEILANAiden didnât pick up the call.. Again.I had called more than I could count and he hadnt picked up even one of the calls and dear heavens I found this all so strange.Stranger than I wanted to admit, if I was being honest with my self.. which I was.I stared at my phone until the call finally disconnected, the screen fading to black in my hand.For a few seconds, I stood in the elevator confused for a while then I exhaled sharply. âUnbelievable.âI pressed his name again the call rang again and my jaw tightened. âPick up the damn phone, Aiden.âI ended the call harder than necessary and stepped out of the elevator, the moment I got to my car and sat inside, I tossed my phone onto the passenger seat.It bounced once before settling against the leather and I stared at it then I picked it up and called him again.Voicemail⌠How dare he.Something hot and frustrated curled in my chest.Aiden knew I was worried.He knew I had been injured two nights ago.He knew I could barely walk p
EILANI tried my best to act normal but Mrs. Delgadoâs words refused to leave me.âHe wasnât alone.. The SUV had stayed.âThe moment I stepped back into my apartment, I quickly locked the door behind me and rested my forehead against the wood.My breathing came out unevenly as though I had just finished a marathon race and my brain.. Trust me when I say my brain was overheating with different thoughts.Aiden hadnât simply gone for a drive.. Someone had met him.. Someone had been waiting outside before dawn.Someone who hadnât left immediately after Aiden did.I pushed myself away from the door and walked straight to the living room window.Carefully, I eased one corner of the curtain aside.The street below looked painfully ordinary.A jogger passed by with headphones tucked beneath a baseball cap. A young mother struggled to convince her toddler to hold her hand instead of chasing pigeons. Across the street, the owner of the corner bakery flipped the sign from Closed to Open.Norma
EILANMy thumb hovered over the unfamiliar contact for several seconds.Emile Knight.I had never imagined I would voluntarily call him.The man intimidated me almost as much as Aiden did when weâd first met. Everything about him was measured, calculated, impossible to read.StillâŚIf anyone knew where Aiden had gone, it would be his brother.The phone rang twice before someone answered.âMr. Moore.âNot Elian.Not even a greeting.Just my surname.It sounded strangely formal coming from him.âMr. Knight.âSilence settled between us.âI apologize for disturbing you this early.ââYou wouldnât have called without a reason.âHis voice remained even, betraying nothing.I swallowed.âI⌠was wondering if youâve heard from Aiden.âAnother pause.Long enough for my heartbeat to become painfully loud in my ears.âNo.âThe answer came cleanly.Too cleanly.I frowned.âHeâs gone.ââI know.âThe words slipped out before he corrected himself.âI mean⌠you said he wasnât there.âI tightened my grip
EILAN I woke to cold sheets.Not the familiar coolness from the air conditioner humming softly in the corner of the apartment. This was different. It was the kind of cold that only came from an empty space beside me, one that had been vacant long enough for the warmth to disappear completely.For a few blissfully ignorant seconds, I let myself believe there was a perfectly reasonable explanation.Aiden was probably in the kitchen.He was likely attempting breakfast again despite proving, on multiple occasions, that cooking was a talent he simply did not possess. I could almost picture him glaring at a frying pan while smoke curled toward the ceiling, setting off the alarm before he started laughing at himself. He would insist the eggs were edible, I would tell him they looked like charcoal, and somehow he would still convince me to eat the least burnt piece of toast.The image was so vivid that the corners of my mouth almost lifted.Then I listened.Nothing.No footsteps crossed the
AIDENSleep refused to come.I lay on my back, staring at the ceiling while darkness swallowed every corner of Elianâs apartment. Beside me, his breathing remained slow and even, the rise and fall of his chest steady enough to convince anyone that the world outside these walls was still ordinary.It wasnât.. Not anymore.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw twisted metal.Glass exploding.. That pickup truck accelerating instead of braking.Someone had wanted us dead.. Eilan and I.Or was it just me?The realization settled beneath my skin like a splinter that refused to come out.I quietly pushed the blanket aside.The mattress barely moved but Elian murmured something unintelligible before turning onto his side, his fingers searching instinctively for the warmth Iâd left behind.For a dangerous second, I almost climbed back into bed. Instead, I leaned down and brushed a strand of dark hair away from his forehead.âYouâll hate me for leaving,â I whispered.âBut youâll hate me even more
EmileThere were only three things my father had ever asked me never to touch.His private ledger.. The Vulturis archives and.. Brooklyn.Yet I was the one who cleaned up the mess without knowing what the truth really was all I knew was something had happened there that traumatized Aiden..The first two I had ignored years ago.The third had remained buried.Until now.Rain lashed against the floor-to-ceiling windows of my office, washing Manhattan into little more than blurred lights and gray silhouettes. The city looked distant tonight, as though someone had pulled a veil over it.A knock sounded. âCome in.âVictor stepped inside carrying a weathered manila envelope. Unlike the neatly printed reports my investigators usually delivered, this one bore no company logo, no return address, only a faded government seal that had been crossed through with black ink.âIt arrived twenty minutes ago.âI looked at it without touching it. âSo they finally found it.ââThey almost didnât.ââWhat d
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
ELIANâThank you, Dr. Mooreâ The patient in front of me wiped at his eyes with a handkerchief.âOh, itâs fine. I am glad I was able to contribute to your healing, congratulations on completing your therapy planâ I said to the man as he nodded at me, too emotional to answer me as he walked out of my







