SageI have ever been more unsure of myself as I felt right now in this car. Sure, he picked me up and drove me normally but he has not spoken to me.Not even the usual smile that he normally gives me whenever he sees me. It was like I was dealing with the stoic version of my boss. While I brought it on myself, I thought we would be able to resolve it before we got to the company.If I had known it would be like this, I would have created an ultimatum for Kaiden not to attend the classes. He had caused trouble for me and now, I am left to pick up the pieces.It was unfair and frankly, annoying for me right now. Thank goodness for the music in the car because it saved me a lot.When we got to the company, he still had not spoken to me. He was on a call and I followed a few steps behind, clutching my notepad like a lifeline, my cheeks still burning from the embarrassment of earlier.It’s like he didn’t want to hear me out.I wanted to explain myself, to assure him that the incident in c
SageWhen the supposed clients arrived, I was more than surprised to see none other than the minister of foreign affairs walking into the office. He moved with the kind of effortless confidence that only someone in his position could pull off, shaking hands firmly with Professor Rivers.His entourage hung back in the reception while we moved to the meeting to the conference room. I was surprised why we didn’t use his office.“Julian, it’s been far too long,” the minister greeted.Wait, Julian? The professor’s middle name was Julian? I didn't even know that.“Too long, indeed,” Rivers replied, a rare smile lighting up his face. “I’m glad we could finally meet. Let’s get down to business, shall we?”I remained at the edge of the room, my notepad ready to capture details. It was strange to see the Professor so relaxed and casual, as though he and the minister were old friends catching up over coffee. My pen moved across the page as they started discussing the project, a building the mini
SageI knew I had impressed the Minister of foreign affairs when he praised me openly in front of the professor. I didn’t think he would invite me, little ole me.I still couldn’t believe it when the professor handed me the minister’s invitation. It wasn’t just a formal gesture, it had my name on it. A part of me felt thrilled that I had made such a strong impression during the meeting last week, but another part couldn’t ignore the uneasy silence between me and Professor Rivers since then.Kaiden hadn’t been around much to pester me about it, though. He’d been consumed with shoots, leaving early and coming back late, his texts short and infrequent. I would have invited him too since he would have liked to meet the minister but he would have been jealous that the professor invited me. It had been a week since we’d really talked, and while I told myself I didn’t mind, the truth was I did. But I was still mad at him, so his absence gave me room to breathe, and to think about other thin
SageI stood in front of the mirror, adjusting my black dress shirt for the third time. The sleeves were rolled neatly to my elbows, and the fabric clung just enough to show I’d put some effort into my appearance. My matching black pants were pressed. The jacket hung limply on the chair beside me, taunting me with indecision. Did I look too casual without it? Too formal with it?Before I could decide, the sound of a car horn outside jolted me into action. I grabbed my keys and phone, leaving the jacket behind.When I stepped out of the building, the professor was already out of the car, leaning casually against the passenger door as though he hadn’t a care in the world. He looked so good, his usual tailored suit replaced by a midnight blue blazer over a crisp white shirt.“You look nice,” he said, holding the door open for me.Heat crawled up my neck, and I muttered a quick, “Thanks,” before sliding into the car.As he rounded the hood and got back in, I stared straight ahead, trying
SageHe blinked at me, and for a moment, I thought I’d imagined the whole thing, that I hadn’t just blurted out an impulsive invitation like an idiot. My stomach sank as the silence stretched. I opened my mouth to backtrack, to wave it off as a joke, but before I could, he said,“You don’t strike me as the type to drink alone,” a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.I swallowed hard, my face heating. “I’m not,” I said quickly. “I just thought... you might want to…”He cut me off with a raised hand. “Relax, Sage. I’d like that. Okay.”I froze. “Okay?”He nodded, his expression unreadable. “Yeah, lead the way.”I swallowed hard, trying to process the fact that he’d actually agreed. My heart was pounding in my chest as I walked to the door, glancing over my shoulder to make sure he was following. My mind raced with a thousand questions. What does this mean? Did he really want to come in, or is he just being polite?God! Between the professor and his mixed signals, I would h
SageThe next day at school started like any other day. There was no Kaiden to bother me and even at that, I didn’t have the professor’s class today, so I threw myself into my other lectures with a sense of relief. It gave me time to think without the distraction of his piercing eyes or the lingering tension from last night. It was all I could think about in my head. My morning passed smoothly, and I actually felt lighter, as though nothing could touch me except my inner monologue.That was, of course, until the seniors cornered me again.I was leaving my last class, heading to grab a quick bite, when they appeared out of nowhere. The same group that Kaiden had chased off the other day. Their smug grins and predatory eyes told me everything I needed to know, they weren’t happy about their last encounter, and this time, Kaiden wasn’t here to save me.I was fucking doomed. I knew I shouldn’t have come to school today without Kaiden, who would protect me from these hoodlums now. They a
SageKaiden finally got a day off from his endless shoots, and the first place he decided to come to was my apartment. I didn’t have any lectures that day, so when I opened the door to find him standing there with his trademark grin and a bag of takeout, I was genuinely happy to see him.Food solves everything if you must know.“Miss me?” he asked, stepping inside and placing the bag on my counter without waiting for an answer.“Of course,” I said, shutting the door behind him. “It’s been two weeks? Thought you’d forgotten all about me.”He rolled his eyes and gave me a playful shove. “Don’t be dramatic. You know I’ve been busy. But hey, I’ve got the night free. Let’s do something fun.”I raised an eyebrow. “Define ‘fun.’”His face lit up. “The club. My friends are already meeting us there. Come on, Sage, it’ll be good for you to get out and let loose for a bit.”I hesitated. Clubs weren’t really my scene, and Kaiden knew that. But the look on his face, the excitement and eagerness to
SageThe next day, I didn’t waste time stewing in my thoughts. I had decided that confronting Professor Rivers was the only way I’d get the clarity I desperately needed. Did I do something wrong? Well, I was about to find out. After his final lecture, I waited outside his office, my pulse quickening with each passing second. As the last student trickled out of the hallway, I stepped inside.He looked up immediately, a small, polite smile spreading across his face. “Sage? What brings you here? I thought Novatech didn’t need you today.”“I know,” I said, closing the door behind me. “I came because I need to ask you something.”His smile softened, and he gestured toward the chair opposite his desk. “Ask away.”I sat down, clasping my hands together tightly in my lap. “I saw you last night. Downtown, near the club. I waved at you, but…” I trailed off, unsure how to phrase the rest without sounding pathetic.His expression didn’t falter. He leaned back in his chair, fingers laced togethe
KaidenThe clink of glassware and soft instrumental music floated through the private dining room, but I barely noticed any of it. My attention was locked on the man seated across from me, Desmond, the so-called sponsor, though I knew better now. He wasn’t just another businessman looking to capitalize on talent. He was the distributor. The puppeteer behind the chaos circling my life.Martin couldn’t stop talking. “You know, this whole thing… it’s a damn miracle. The sponsor paid for the new condo in full. Quietly. No credit checks, no delays. Even Sage’s outfit, hell, the professor’s tux too, he took care of it all. Who does that?”He kept saying all the things that I didn’t want to hear. Didn’t he know that I was terrified?I kept my gaze fixed on Desmond. He smiled faintly, swirling his wine like he had all the time in the world. I didn't trust that smile. It was too smooth, too practiced like everything about him.I was skeptical to be here even though I had no choice. I didn’t w
KaidenWhen we got home, Sage was still trembling in my arms.I guided him gently to the living room couch and sat with him, wrapping the throw blanket from the armrest over his shoulders. He hadn't spoken much since we left the boutique. The only sounds were the occasional hitch in his breath and the way his fingers clutched the fabric of my shirt like he needed something solid to anchor him.He really was scared, I can’t imagine how terrified he must have been. Hearing that so close to him must have pushed him off the edge. I hated seeing him that way.“I’ve got you,” I murmured. “You’re safe now.”He leaned into me, his body slowly relaxing as he drew warmth from my presence.“Kaiden,” he whispered, eyes fluttering. “I don’t understand why this is happening. Why me?”“Because you matter,” I said. “More than you know. And I swear, whoever’s behind this won’t get close to you. Not while I’m breathing.”Eventually, his head dropped to my shoulder, and his breathing slowed. I held him
SageIt was entirely unfair for someone like Amir to be real. Tall, lean, with chiseled features that looked like they belonged on a movie poster rather than in a security file, and a voice that dripped with smooth, practiced calm. He was the kind of handsome that made your thoughts scatter just a little if you looked at him for too long.And I was doing exactly that.“Mr. Amir, right?” I asked, extending a hand, hoping my voice didn’t tremble like my fingers did. “I’m Sage.”He nodded, his grip firm but not overbearing. “I know. It’s a pleasure.”He smiled and I don’t mean the empty kind people give when they’re on duty. It was warm. Polite. And it made my stomach flip in a way I hadn’t expected.But as he turned toward the room, I caught sight of Kaiden and the professor.Both of them were glaring.I blinked.Kaiden’s jaw was tight, eyes narrowed like he was assessing a threat he didn’t like the look of. The professor, arms crossed, stood with the energy of a man who’d already decid
KaidenWhen Martin dropped me in front of the professor’s house. I barely waited for him to drive off before I dug out my phone. My fingers hovered over the screen for a moment before I hit Bryan’s name.He was the only one who was making an attempt to help me right now. He answered on the second ring, his voice calm and clipped, like always.“Kaiden?”“Yeah, it’s me.” I moved to the far side of the room, away from the windows, and lowered my voice. “Something weird’s going on. I need to tell you about it.”“What kind of weird?” His tone sharpened immediately.I told him everything. The prepaid boutiques. The law firm. The condo being bought out. The way no one could or would tell me who was behind it. I could practically hear him frowning on the other end of the line.“You think it’s Sage?” he asked quietly.“No,” I said quickly, too quickly. “I don’t know. I mean—I don’t want to think that. And it’s not the professor either. I know that much. They would tell me if they are trying
KaidenI stared at the silver-trimmed envelope resting on the counter between the professor and me like it was some kind of explosive. The award ceremony. My name was on the guest list, of course. It had to be. I was the damn honoree.“I have my own invite, thanks to my connections,” the professor said casually, leaning against the kitchen counter. He swirled his coffee slowly, watching the dark liquid spiral. “But I think Sage should go with you.”Sage, sitting cross-legged on the couch and peeling a tangerine, looked up with a sheepish smile. “Would that be okay with you?”I didn’t even think about it before I answered. “No.”Their expressions changed almost instantly, surprise flickered across the professor’s features and Sage’s smile faltered.“It’s enough that Sage’s already in the spotlight,” I said, trying to keep my voice even, my words reasonable. “With the way everyone’s been talking and taking photos, I don’t want to put him in harm’s way, more than I already have. If you
Kaiden The clock on the bedside read 3:12 a.m. I rolled onto my side, confused by the soft glow seeping under the bedroom door. I blinked the sleep from my eyes, and when I looked over, Sage was still fast asleep beside me, his breathing steady and rhythmic. I reached out, touched his hair lightly, then slid out of bed. The hallway was silent except for the distant hum of the fridge and the occasional rustle of the wind brushing the windows. I padded barefoot across the wood floor, and as I neared the living room, the scent of whiskey hit me first. That, and the sound of papers being shuffled with irritation more than purpose. The soft overhead light in the corner cast a gold sheen across the professor’s back. He was hunched over the coffee table, glass of whiskey in one hand, papers spread out like an autopsy, calm chaos wrapped in tension. He didn’t look up when I entered. “You’re still awake?” I asked, keeping my voice low. “I have work to do,” he said, not looking at me. His
KaidenI watched Sage’s chest rise and fall steadily, his breathing finally even and calm after a long, exhausting day. The faint hum of the heater filled the small apartment as the evening air drifted colder through the windows. He looked peaceful in sleep, peaceful in a way that didn’t match anything we’d been living through lately. It was a lie his body told, one I was grateful for, even if I knew it wouldn’t last. The last thing I needed was for him to keep worrying about the unknown.Today took a toll on him.I sat at the edge of the couch, elbows resting on my knees, hands folded, but my thoughts weren’t still. They kept drifting back to the question he asked earlier about whether we’d ever go back to how things were. And now I knew for certain: we couldn’t. Not with this storm closing in around us, not when every time I let my guard down, something tried to take Sage from me.I haven’t even figured out how to apologize to the professor, it took me a lot of thinking to realize
SageThe next morning, Kaiden and I walked to school in silence. The meal we shared was so brief and he stayed with me. The professor didn’t come home and when I called him, he said he was working late and we should enjoy ourselves.I knew it was because he didn’t want to spend time with Kaiden. After their argument, they have been tense with each other.I didn’t want to Interfere in their problems as it could escalate into something I wouldn’t be able to control.I looked at Kaiden, I know we have already talked about this but I was so curious.I wanted to ask him again about where he’d really been that day, but the tension in his jaw warned me off. Still, I couldn’t help myself. “So,” I started, kicking a loose pebble on the sidewalk, “you never really told me where you went. Like, actually went.” His steps didn’t falter, but his grip tightened around the strap of his backpack. “I told you. I needed to clear my head.” “Yeah, but that could mean anything,” I pressed. “You just
SageI stood just outside the hospital’s main entrance, staring at the parking lot like it was a war zone. The discharge papers were crumpled slightly in my grip. I could feel my fingers tremble, but I didn’t loosen them. The sun was bright, the day clear, but I felt like I was standing in the middle of a fog, one that hadn’t lifted since I was attacked.Kaiden mentioned he would come and pick me up, hence the hesitation. I felt like if he wasn’t here to do that, I wouldn’t go. “Ready?” His voice pulled me out of my head.I turned toward him. He had one hand in his pocket, the other adjusting the strap of my duffel bag slung over his shoulder. His hair was a little messy, like he hadn’t even bothered with a brush this morning, and his hoodie looked slept in. But his eyes, his eyes were alert. “I don’t know if ready’s the word I’d use,” I admitted. My voice sounded too thin to my own ears. “I feel like I’m being pushed out of safety and right back into the middle of whatever this me