KaidenI didn’t sleep on the couch.I laid beside him as he slept on the other side of the bed without a care in the world. I on the other hand, I couldn’t sleep.I was so burdened by guilt that sleep eluded me. My fingers trailed his cheeks in a feathery touch, careful not to wake him. I did this.I broke him.I was the reason for his breakdown tonight and to think I came over with the intent of fucking Mara out of his head. I wanted my name to be the last thing he whispered.I had no idea I would meet him broken and vulnerable. I was so angry with myself for letting things get too far and I was also angry with Mara.She was just doing what I told her to but why does the mere thought of her hurting Sage drive me nuts. Maybe she was right, I had to tell him the truth and get it over with.It would be safer to know that he wanted to be with me instead of knowing I manipulated him to do so. I would tell him the truth tomorrow, that I was in love with him.The truth about Mara dies with
SageI woke up to a pounding headache and the kind of dry mouth that made me regret every choice I’d made the night before, a terrible choice judging from the size of my headache. My eyes opened slowly, the dim light filtering through the curtains doing little to ease the ache behind my skull. The first thing I noticed was that I was in my bed.I had no recollection of how I got there.My last clear memory was of sitting at the bar, nursing a drink I didn’t even like, drowning in heartbreak and embarrassment. Everything after that was a blur. I groaned, rubbing my face, and dragged myself upright.I needed to take a shower and brush my teeth.Yawning, I stumbled toward the bathroom, stopping only when I heard a noise coming from the kitchen. My whole body froze, and panic coursed through me.Someone was in my apartment.I glanced around, my eyes landing on the wooden bat propped in the corner. Grabbing it, I tiptoed toward the kitchen, silencing my footsteps.I had a burglar in my ho
KaidenThe sun was barely up when I arrived at the restaurant, already annoyed at being dragged out so early. I pushed through the glass doors, scanning the tables until my eyes landed on my agent, Martin. He was seated in the far corner, sipping what looked like green tea and scrolling through his tablet.All in the day’s work.I strode over, pulling my sunglasses off and tossing them on the table. “Alright, Martin. What’s so urgent you couldn’t let me sleep in for once?”He glanced up at me, one brow arched. “Good morning to you too, sunshine.”I slumped into the chair across from him and grabbed the menu. “Let’s skip the pleasantries. What’s the deal? Jesus, you keep calling me like I took your kidney or something.”He set his tablet down and folded his arms. “The deal is, why haven’t you been picking up your phone? You make me look like a nagging mother other than a respectable agent.”I looked at him, deadpan. “Because I was busy. You’re lucky I even showed up. Respectable agent?
KaidenI slid into the driver’s seat of my car, and exhaled. I was still drained from the photo shoot. With a deep breath, I pulled my phone from my pocket and dialed the number Martin had sent me earlier.The line rang twice before a smooth, professional voice answered. “This is River Wilder .”“Hello, Mr Wilder,” I said, settling back into my seat. “This is Kaiden . My agent probably mentioned I’d be reaching out.”There was a brief pause, then a warm chuckle. “Ah, Yes. I was wondering when I’d hear from you. Martin did mention you had something rather specific in mind.”“Very specific,” I confirmed, gripping the steering wheel with one hand as I glanced out at the busy street. “I want to build a house, a home, actually. Something unique, personal. Something that screams me,”“Unique is my specialty,” he said, and I could hear the smile in his voice. “Why don’t you tell me a bit more about what you’re envisioning?”I leaned back, closing my eyes as I pictured it. “It’s a house for t
KaidenMy phone buzzed with a message from River, Just landed. Be out soon.I smiled as I leaned against my car, surveying the arrivals as I waited. As promised, I was here to pick him up. He had an early flight so I cancelled whatever I was doing just to get him.That shows how important this was to me. I wanted to show him that I was serious about this and that I needed him to give it his all.I shoved the phone back into my pocket and straightened up as the sliding glass doors parted. River Wilder strode out, duffel bag slung over his shoulder, looking effortlessly composed despite the long flight I assumed he took. He had the air of someone who knew exactly where he was going and what he was doing.I wouldn’t lie, he was a very attractive man. Even my whole body tingled as our eyes met. If I wasn’t so dedicated to Sage? I wouldn’t mind having a thing or two to do with my engineer.I straightened just as he came to me, "Kaiden, I presume?" He asked, a slight smirk tugging at his
SageThey said it’s never a good idea to meet your idol. Your illusion of him or her could be shattered.It’s a saying I carried with me and I made sure I obeyed every single one of it. That’s why my idols and role models are always stuck in my room. I have always imagined what I would do when I meet them and after deciding that I would barely hold it in, I decided they would be good to remain in my room.The next morning, I trudged into campus, barely holding back a yawn. I was on a mission to complain about my lack of an internship. While everyone else had already been placed in their respective place of choice, I was left in limbo, and I was beyond frustrated.I have worked so hard in school, so hard that I already planned where I wanted to do my internship. I became the teacher’s pet just so he would have a good word for me.All the late nights reading and straight As I had incurred all my previous years was supposed to speak for me but surprisingly, I was left out.Rumors had bee
SageI practically sprinted to Kaiden’s house, my heart still pounding with excitement. I could hardly believe what had just happened at school. River Wilder, my idol, the man whose work I’d worshipped since I could spell "engineer," was my new professor. How was this even real?I looked up at the sky, if this was how the universe answered my prayers then there are a couple more things I would like to ask.Kaiden’s front door was unlocked, as usual. I let myself in, calling out as I kicked off my shoes. “Kaiden, where are you? You won’t believe this!”I heard a grunt from the living room. He was sprawled on the couch, phone in hand, looking every bit like someone who’d been lazing around all day. “What is it now, Sage?”I threw my bag onto the floor and plopped down beside him. “I haven’t told you this yet but I was passed over for my internship.”“You did? Why didn’t you tell me?”I waved him off, “I was going to sort it myself so I headed to school today and kept hearing this rumo
SageI stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the collar of my best button-down shirt for what felt like the hundredth time. The sleek fabric hugged my shoulders perfectly, and I paired it with dark slacks that gave me just the right balance.My red hair was styled neatly for once, and I even spritzed a hint of cologne, something I rarely bothered with.You know, so I can smell really good.“You know,” Kaiden drawled from his spot leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, “you’ve never dressed up this much for me. What’s so special about today?”I shot him a glare through the mirror. “Don’t start.”He smirked, pushing off the doorframe to saunter into the room. “I mean, I’ve known you for years, Sage, and not once have you ever put this much effort into seeing me. Who’s the lucky guy?”“River Wilder,” I said without missing a beat, turning to face him, “I told you I would be going to welcome him today.”He froze for a moment before his smirk faltered. “Seriously?”“Yes, seriously,
SageI woke up with a tight knot sitting right in the middle of my chest. The apartment was quiet. No sign of Kaiden, and the sun had already climbed halfway through the sky.The sheets beside me were cold. He hadn’t come home last night.Rubbing sleep from my eyes, I wandered out into the living room, expecting maybe a note, maybe Kaiden sitting on the couch eating cereal out of the box like he did when he was too tired to pretend to be put together. But it wasn’t Kaiden I found.The professor sat there, hunched on the edge of the couch, elbows resting on his knees, fingers loosely interlocked. He didn’t even glance at me when I entered.“You’re up early,” I said cautiously, voice still raspy with sleep.His eyes lifted to me. They looked tired, more than tired. Hollow. “Did Kaiden come home last night?”I shook my head. “No. I thought he went to see you. He got your message, didn’t he?”His lips pressed into a line. “I went to his condo. He wasn’t there. I waited. His car was gone.
KaidenMy phone buzzed again.I glanced down at the screen through the strobing lights of the after-party. The text was from the professor. “Are you home?” Something about him checking up tugged at my heartstrings. My chest tightened and I wanted to go home even more.Being here was challenging for me. I wasn’t home. I was at the kind of party that used to thrill me. A rooftop venue in the city, neon lights flickering against polished glasses, expensive perfume clouding the air, and beautiful people, too many beautiful people. Some I recognized from the runway. Others from TV. All of them orbiting around free liquor and someone else’s fame.I would have been delighted to have all these people around me,But none of them looked like Sage.None of them carried themselves like the professor.I leaned against the balcony railing, letting the air hit my face. I didn’t belong here. Not really. Not tonight.Months ago, I would have been thrilled to be here but right now, I wanted to be hom
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