로그인The whole building was in an orderly chaos by the time I walked in. I knew I was late. Fashionably and intentionally so. I was hoping the press conference would have started without me, so I didn’t have to say anything at all.But the minute I walked through, my father was standing there by the reception, speaking to one of the press guys. “There he is,” he beamed, patting my back like we were best of pals. “How did the meeting go? Were you able to secure the deal?”When he looked at me, every inch of his face was stern, like he was daring me to defy him in front of everyone. I knew what the tale would have been. He must have told the press men that I was going to do with the press conference with him, and when I was running late, he'd told them I was engaged in a meeting for the company. In furtherance of the great announcement we had today.There was one consistent thing about Marv Arthur. He would do anything to save his image and the one he thought he was portraying of his famil
His fingers…they tangled in my hair, almost like he couldn’t get enough. I felt a moan scratching the base of my throat, and everything in me wanted to let go, to submerge myself in this moment that neither of us could control; that neither of us knew exactly what it was about. But maybe I should have known that it would be over soon, that this moment of clear confusion wouldn't get past the first few seconds because I felt Jordan stiffen abruptly.He pulled away like he had been caught doing something he would never have imagined doing in the next thousand years. And perhaps, that was the perfect description. “Shit,” he muttered, rolling away from me and getting on his feet. He scratched the base of his neck and let out a frustrated groan. Or was that confusion too? “Jordan, I…”“I should get going,” he said in one breath, grabbing his jacket from where he’d left it earlier. “I’m so sorry, Marcus. I didn’t… Fuck.”“Jordan…”“Sorry.”And then, he was gone, the sound of his bike rev
It was a really long night, doing absolutely nothing but sharing a crate of beer and staring up at the starless skies, lying on our backs. The heat from his body was all I could focus on. Yet, I tried to think of other things, like how the holidays were slowly coming to an end and this bubble we'd found ourselves in was slipping past our fingers slowly. “I should get going,” Jordan whispered, yet he made no move to stand up. “I have a long day at the office tomorrow with the press conference coming up… and there’s still that search ongoing for an artist.”“An artist?”"We need someone to bring our vision of the hotel we plan on building to life. Someone who gets it. Someone in touch with their very being, rather than just wanting to get a job done for the Arthur group. I need someone with feelings."“It sounds really important to you,” I murmured. "I might not like how I got here, or what I'm doing, pretty boy, but I like giving things my all. And I want this to be a project I can l
“Okay.” Nita looked comfortable, in a way that made me feel the urge to stammer. Was that her confidence or was it something else? But I could tell that it was her first time in the Arthurs’ home. She kept looking around, her huge hazel eyes trying to take it all in at once. "Let's start from the beginning. This should be fun." I pulled the bottle closer to us. It was going to be a long night. If Jordan wasn't going to be in through the hours, Nita, here, would keep me company. And hopefully help Jordan not be so mad at me when we finally have that conversation.Although I doubted anyone would be able to keep Jordan from his anger. "I have been working for Arthur Groups for a while now, and I knew Jordan from his reputation and the fact that he is the only son of Marv Arthur. I always wondered why he wasn't working for his father as we see a lot of young heirs do, and I have to admit, I always thought him rude, proud, broody, and annoying."I placed a hand under my chin. “So what ch
My days at Paradise Valley were coming to an end, and truth be told, I was nowhere near achieving the aim of my coming here in the first place. It was for Jane. Yeah. Her death was heart-wrenching, and it was a no-brainer coming all the way down here.But beyond that, I thought it was going to be a great opportunity to make up with my cousin, Jordan. I shouldn’t have had anything to do with Heather. I knew that now. But years ago, I was a fucked up teenager with parents going through a nasty divorce.Heather was right there, throwing herself at me, and telling me how I was the most handsome of Arthurs. Of course, I didn't tell Jordan that. I couldn't. But in that moment, I felt wanted. Special. My parents weren't thinking of how their divorce was going to affect me, but at least Heather was. And I didn’t hate myself for it afterwards. Even gloated about it. And fuck, I knew Jordan really liked her. I knew. I just hated that he liked something I thought I wanted for myself. I was such
He was sitting on the floor by the lake when I found him. Honestly, I wasn’t so sure that he would be there by the time I made the crazy-ass decision to look for him. He’d already told me to avoid JAR. That would have been the first place I would have looked.My footsteps must have given me away, because suddenly, he turned around, the surprise in his eyes evident when they fell on me. I must have been the last person he expected to see because a small frown worked its way to his forehead.And I was apologizing before I could stop myself. "I'm sorry," I blurted. "I shouldn't have come. I'm bothering you, and you didn't…"He was on his feet in another second, crossing the space until he was in front of me. “Hey, Marcus. It’s not that, okay? I just didn’t … I didn’t expect to see you. That’s all.”I nodded slowly. It looked like it was more than that, but I couldn’t push him to divulge more. After all, I was here to apologize. And as if I’d suddenly just remembered that, I waved the cr







