LOGINJay. POV .
My whole family was there when Elijah came to pick me up and they were dumbfounded looking at us and my brother Ray couldn't stop himself and asked
"Are you guys going on a date?"
I was stupified at my brother's question and Elijah was trying to hold his smile. And then I told him and Elijah is a friend and we are just hanging out together.
Then my mom said
"You guys look like soulmates as you both have many thing is common. "
I don't know where this is coming from. I think my parents think that I have interest in Elijah but truthfully he is damn attractive but I don't know whether he gay or not or whether I am his type or not. It is not like that I should ask him his sexuality. Elijah smiled at my mom's words and said
"Yes. We are soulmates.'
And then with our parents permission we left the housed together. When we entered his car I turned towards him and said
"Sorry for what my family said. "
"I don't mind and besides I would love to date a handsome guy like you. "
He replied which left me dumbfounded. I looked at him and asked him
"Are you gay?"
"Only for you. " He replied. I don't know but his words felt like as if he was flirting with me. I stayed silent but then decided to make it cleaf because I don't want any misunderstandings. I know that he is attractive and my type. I would love to go out with him ona date but if he staright I would not overstep my boundaries but if he feels the same as me and is comfortable hanging out with me then it is okay for me. And we have plenty of time to get to know each other and if he has some bad Intentions towards me I can always beat him up.
Elijah was already driving the car and it was quiet so I told him
" I am gay. Do you mind?"
" I am happy that you are gay and I don't mind. "
With that he went silent. I don't know what he wants . Does he wants to date me or not.
I don't know but Elijah brought me to a restaurant and said that we should eat before we go to club to which I nodded. It was a fancy five star restaurant. When we reached the entrance of the restaurant a valet came and took our car. When we entered the restaurant the manager came and showed us our table. The table we sat on was near the window where you could see the gllitery outside world. The lighting was good and the restaurant looked clean. The restaurant was almost filled. Elijah pulled my chair for me to sit and he sat in front of me. The waiter came and filled our glasses with water and then gave us the menu and left. Elijah decided some dishes and then he passed me the menu to choose what I want.
After the waiter took our orders he left and then we both started talking about our business and I came to know that he is the CEO of multi billionaire corporation. I was amazed by his success and how down to earth he is. Now I fully understand that why those people were after Jason. I just hope that everything stays alright. I don't want any kind of harm to anyone. We both shared our interests and I got to know that his and mine hobbies are almost same. I have never met anyone like this. I and him we both like adventurous sports and likes to read books. We like to explore new things ,etc. Looking at him feels as if I am looking at the better version of myself only.
We had our dinner with enjoyment and together we left for the club named 'Pixel'. It is a famous club which is famous for its safety guidelines and security. When we reached the club Elijah was directed by the valet over there to the private parking spot and then he told me that he is a VIP over here. Then we both entered the Club smoothly. I do like to go to clubs but I have never had any membership of any club . It is usually my brother whose membership I use and he doesn't mind as he is now a family man and I am the only one in my family who can enjoy my life fully without any restriction but I am opposite of that as I try to control myself but sometimes I do want to let go of myself.
We entered the private room where very expensive wines were there and some snacks. We could see the outside atmosphere with the help of one way glass and overall the room was black which was well matched with the club's vibe. We both had our glass of wine and actually I didn't know that this wine is very strong as only one glass of wine was enough to make me tipsy. I decided not to drink more. I concentrated more on the snacks . I stuffed my mouth with tasty snacks and after some time I felt like I was fully drunk. I was aware of my surroundings and knew what I was doing but had no control over my body.
I was feeling hot so I removed my jacket and there it on the ground and unbuttoned the two buttons of my shirt . I wanted to do more but Elijah stopped me and said
" If I knew that you have such weak tolerance for alcohol I would not have made you drink that wine. "
He then helped me drunk a glass of water. The music of the club was so enchanting that I wanted to dance. I quickly left the room and started dancing to the rythem of the music. The beats were so cool that I felt like that no one is a better dancer than me.
Elijah. POV.
When he ran out of the door to the dance floor I was worried for him. I saw him dancing the way which wants me to just look at him. But when I saw the gazes of other people looking at Jay I got jealous. I quickly moved towards him and when I went near him he turned towards me and looked his arms around my neck and started moving. His black eyes were shiny as if it could hold the galaxy. His lips were rosy and face was flushed. He suddenly moved more closer to me and I held his waist to make him more stable and he passed out on my shoulder. I feel happy that even in his state of drunkness he can rely on me. And I will never break his trust.
I princess carried him with his hands still looped around my neck. All the gazes were on us and some girls were squealing at the sight of us but for me only Jay matters. We got out from the club and I helped him sit on his seat in the car and tied the seatbelt around him and left for my house. I messaged his parents that he will stay at my house because I don't want his family to see him like this.
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Unknown . POV.
How dare he ?
How dare he touch what is mine?
He is taking advantage of the drunk state of my love.
I will kill him!
I will kill his own family and will make him regret even coming near to what is mine.
The early morning filtered through the blinds, casting stripes of pale gold across the room. Jay was the first to stir, a soft sigh escaping his lips as he snuggled deeper into the warmth beside him. He knew that it was still very early so he snuggled more into his lover. Elijah's arm was draped over him, his hand resting gently on his waist, and he felt the steady rhythm of his breathing against his back. It was a comfort he had come to know intimately, a quiet reassurance that this was real, that they were finally here, together.He shifted slightly, just enough to turn his head and look at him. His face, softened by sleep, was serene. A stray lock of dark hair had fallen across his forehead, and Jay resisted the urge to brush it back. This was their new normal—waking up in each other's arms, the world outside waiting, but for a few stolen moments, just the two of them existing in this shared peace.A tiny smile played on Jay's lips. It had been a long road, filled with unspoken fee
Peter. POV.It's been 3 months since I have seen Avery and my father Michael and truthfully these are the most comfortable days I have lived since I have been born. Now I have the whole house to myself. My father is busy appeasing his Avery and finding the dead guy who turned his Avery. Looking at him being frantic and hurt is the best scene for me. I visited the basement where my father beat me and killed my mother. Now it is spotless but the feeling of coldness is still there. I sat down on the cold floor where my mom died and laid down in the position I was when I was being beaten and saw my mother's dead body smiling and looking at me. Her face is covered with blood and eyes full black but this time I managed to hold her hands and his inside her embrace trying to feel the non existent warmth. I don't know when but I feel asleep . I got up and saw my father standing in front of me with hatred on his face. He slapped my face hard and started punching and kicking me. I curled my bo
After one year on intense therapy and training he was finally able to join the school of the murderer and was sent to school by his mother's murderer. He didn't want to come but he wanted to see Jay who has not seen him for months. Jay came to look for him in the hospital few times but all those times he was accompanied by that Elijah. H wanted to push Elijah away and take his side but due to his injuries he was not able to speak to them. Now he is blind in one eye and deaf in one ear. He has got multiple brain surgeries to remove the clots in his head but still it is not able to overcome the pain of not seeing Jay. He don't know but after being beaten by his father he don't miss his mother but is incredibly attracted towards Jay. He earlier liked Jay but not to the point of obsession and he don't know what is happening to him. He was taken by his father to the Principle's office and his father told him to wait inside and then went inside. The office only had Ms Avery. Peter slouc
The air in the cavernous warehouse was thick with the scent of stale beer, sweat, and something acrid that burned the back of Elijah’s throat. A single, exposed bulb hung precariously over the center of the room, illuminating a makeshift boxing ring constructed from salvaged lumber and heavy-duty ropes. The crowd, a motley collection of gamblers, thrill-seekers, and hardened locals, pressed in around the ring, their faces a blur of anticipation and shadow.Elijah stood in his corner, his trainer’s hands wrapping his knuckles with practiced speed. The tape felt like a second skin, a comforting armor against the brutality he knew was coming. His opponent, a man known only as “The Wrecking Ball,” was a hulking mass of muscle, his scarred face a testament to countless past battles. The Wrecking Ball pounded his gloves together, the sound like a drumbeat of intimidation.“Remember the plan, Eli,” his trainer, a wiry man named Leo, whispered. “Don’t get tangled up with him. He’s all power.
Peter's father Michael rushed Peter to the hospital only after his anger calmed down. He used his influence and asked his guards to burry his wife Miley's body somewhere. He removed all the traces which could lead police back to him and due to his personal of a doting father nobody questioned him. He said Peter was kidnapped and the kidnappers did this. He created evidences and witnesses which showcases as if some people who Peter bullied before has taken revenge . When Peter was rushed to the hospital in a coma, his life now suspended in a fragile, uncertain state.He was covered in blood. The doctor could see the whipping marks and old wounds on his body and it didn't look like he was the bully. Doctors knew it that Peter was a victim but after looking at Michael's broken knuckles and the bodyguards behind him they choose to stay silent just like the police who turned a blind eye to the link of Peter's obvious condition to his father. He also made others believe that his wife is mi
Peter's eyes, narrowed with a familiar bitterness, tracked Jay and Elijah across the busy schoolyard. The sun was bright, almost mocking the dark cloud that seemed to perpetually hang over him. He leaned against the brick wall, feeling the rough texture dig into his back, a faint echo of the discomfort that churned inside him.Jay, the kind boy, was a burst of easy laughter and open gestures. He moved with a natural grace, always surrounded by a small orbit of students drawn to his warmth. He genuinely cared, Peter knew that much. He'd seen Jay help a struggling freshman with a dropped armload of books, offer a forgotten lunch to a classmate, or patiently explain a difficult math problem. Jay's kindness was an unshakeable force, and it irritated Peter precisely because it was so genuine.Elijah, the silent boy, was a different kind of enigma. He rarely spoke, his presence more observed than heard. His eyes, though, held a quiet intensity, a steady gaze that seemed to miss nothing. And







