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Asher found out the next morning.He was halfway through brushing his teeth when his phone buzzed. A message from Reid. Just a link and two words: “Told you.”He clicked it.The headline hit him like a fist.He stared in silence, the sound of the electric toothbrush still buzzing faintly in the background, forgotten.When Luca emerged from the bathroom moments later, towel wrapped around his waist, hair damp from the shower, the look on Asher’s face made him pause.“What is it?” Luca asked, instantly alert.Asher didn’t speak.He turned the screen toward him.Luca’s breath caught.He took the phone slowly, eyes scanning the article, the comments, the photos.Then his body stiffened.The phone dropped to the bed.Silence stretched.“Paolo,” Luca finally muttered. “It had to be him.”Asher’s voice was quiet. “He knows it's me?”“Or he suspects. And if he didn’t before, he does now.”Luca sat on the edge of the bed, face in his hands.“I wasn’t ready for this. Not like this.”Asher staye
The Wrong Kind Of Right Chapter 54
The next day started like any other.Luca was dressed in a crisp navy suit, the jacket tossed over his arm as he finished the last sip of his espresso.Asher leaned in the doorway of the villa’s front room, his sleeves rolled, fingers still damp from their quick morning swim in the sea.His hair hadn’t fully dried. Luca liked it that way, loose, untamed, real.“You sure you want me with you today?” Asher asked, tucking his phone into his back pocket. “I can hang back. Give you some breathing room.”Luca stepped forward, smoothed the collar of Asher’s shirt and leaned in, pressing his lips to the corner of his mouth. “You breathe better when you’re close.”“Corny.”“True.”Asher rolled his eyes, but he smiled, a smile that lingered as they left the villa, boarded the black sedan, and rode through the narrow streets back into the city.The small office Luca had been using was tucked inside a historic commercial wing of the Virelli affiliated firm. It wasn’t flashy, modern glass offices
The Wrong Kind Of Right Chapter 53
Paolo Virelli stood behind his desk, still and unreadable.“The wedding is off. Indefinitely. There’s someone else.”A son’s defiance, wrapped in civility.But it was the last part that had cut deepest.“A him.”Paolo’s jaw locked, nostrils flaring.He had tolerated rebellion before, Luca had always walked too close to the edge, but this? This wasn’t rebellion. This was betrayal. Not just to him, but to everything they had built.To the empire they were meant to merge with the Hartwells. To image, to legacy, to blood.He poured himself a glass of scotch, the crystal clink ringing louder than it should’ve in the heavy silence.Luca was in love with a man.A Hartwell man.His glass landed sharply on the desk. Scotch sloshed over the edge.He pressed a button on the panel beneath his desk, and a voice answered almost immediately.“Yes, Mr. Virelli?”“Get me Francesca,” Paolo said coldly. “Now.”A few moments later, the door opened and a poised, silver haired woman in a gray skirt suit st
The Wrong Kind Of Right Chapter 52
Luca Virelli sat in a sleek, glass walled conference room on the thirty fifth floor of the D'Amico International building, one of the city’s rising tech conglomerates.The table was long, the men around it older, sharp eyed, money hungry. He should’ve been hyper focused, this deal had been Paolo Virelli’s obsession for three years, but all Luca could think about was the man standing near the glass door, arms crossed, black shirt stretched over muscle, watching him with eyes that said everything and nothing at all.Asher.The earpiece in Asher’s ear was purely cosmetic. There was no real threat to Luca’s safety here, this was all just part of the show. “Private security detail” was what Paolo had approved, and Luca hadn’t corrected him. The lie sat easier than it should’ve.Asher’s gaze lingered every time their eyes met. A silent touch. A heat between them that flared even when the air was sterile with business jargon.“…Mr. Virelli?” one of the execs asked, breaking the haze.Luca bl
The Wrong Kind Of Right Chapter 51
They were still standing in the middle of the suite, bodies close, the taste of their kiss lingering in the quiet.The city hummed beyond the windows, oblivious. But inside, time felt stalled, tender and charged.Asher was the first to pull back, just a little, his hands still loosely resting on Luca’s waist.His eyes searched Luca’s, and when he spoke, his voice was steady but edged with something raw. “Are you really sure, Luca?”Luca blinked. “Sure about what?”Asher tilted his head slightly, not breaking eye contact. “About taking on Paolo. The Hartwells. The media. About coming out to the world like this.”Luca’s chest rose slowly.Asher continued, “Because once this starts… there’s no pause button. No rewinding. No pretending. You think what just happened downstairs was bad? The minute you even hint to the world that you’re not the golden straight heir they built up in the press, everything changes. And not just for a week. Forever.”Luca swallowed.He knew that.He’d always kno
The Wrong Kind Of Right Chapter 50
Asher stood in front of the floor length mirror in their hotel suite, shirt half buttoned, sleeves rolled up, collar open.He looked fine.Not too much. Not like a date. Just… casual.At least, that’s what he kept telling himself.He yanked the shirt off with a frustrated huff and threw it on the bed beside the others.Three shirts, two pairs of jeans, and one pair of shoes too polished for a maybe drink with a woman he didn’t even care about.This wasn’t him.None of this was.He stared at his reflection for a moment longer.His fingers hovered over the next shirt. Navy linen. Lightweight. The kind of thing you wore when you wanted to look like you didn’t try too hard.But it was too hard. It was all too forced.The receptionist had caught him off guard earlier.The flirtation, the smile, the way she leaned in like she already knew how the night would end. He could’ve shut it down. Should have.But something in him had cracked when Luca flinched at that knock on the door. When he tur
The Wrong Kind Of Right Chapter 49
He pushed the chair back suddenly, pacing the office like a caged thing.It was too quiet. Too still. He wanted to scream, throw something, go downstairs and..And what?Demand that Asher explain?Demand what, exactly?Why he’s acting like the man I keep pushing him to be?Luca stopped, braced his hands against the glass window.He didn’t want anyone else to have Asher.He didn’t want to lose this.Him.But he couldn’t have it both ways.He couldn’t keep hiding and expect Asher to wait quietly in the dark.A knock startled him this time.“Sir?” It was the assistant, voice soft. “The client files for tomorrow.”Luca turned, mask slipping back over his face like instinct.“Leave it on the table,” he said without looking back.As the door closed again, he let his head fall forward, forehead resting against the cold glass.Somewhere across the city, Asher was alone. Probably hurting. Maybe even regretting him.And Luca...Luca was still here.Trapped in a world that wanted to own every pi
The Wrong Kind Of Right Chapter 48
Asher let himself into the hotel suite with a swipe of his key card, the door clicking shut behind him with a finality that felt heavier than it should.The hallway was quiet, the city beyond the high rise windows buzzing somewhere in the background like a lullaby he couldn’t sleep to.He toed off his boots, dropped his phone on the nearest surface, and fell back onto the bed without bothering to undress.It wasn’t exhaustion that held him there.It was everything else.The moment the receptionist had started flirting downstairs, Asher should’ve cut it off immediately. But instead, he'd stood there. Let her talk. Let her smile, and press, and push. And then, against every part of himself that knew better, he gave her his number.He didn’t want her.God, he didn’t even like her.But something about that moment back in Luca’s office, that look on Luca’s face when someone knocked, that fleeting panic like Asher was something to hide, twisted something ugly in his chest.Was it really tha
The Wrong Kind Of Right Chapter 47
Luca cursed under his breath.The sound was sharp. Guttural. It startled even him.He hated this.Hated the way his hands trembled with restraint.Hated that one knock on a door had turned them into strangers again.Hated himself most of all, for not having the spine to tell the world to go to hell.At the window, Asher stood motionless.He still hadn’t turned.Didn’t even flinch.Because why should he?Asher didn’t need Luca to want him in the shadows.He didn’t need lukewarm desire laced with shame.He didn’t need the son of Paolo Virelli if all Luca could do was hide.And yet… he had wanted him.That morning, when their legs tangled under the covers, when Luca had kissed his spine and made him laugh before breakfast, Asher had wanted him.Now?Now he was a statue made of all the things Luca couldn’t say aloud.Luca’s voice cracked when he finally spoke. “You’re not going to say anything?”Asher didn’t answer.Didn’t move.Didn’t even look.It hurt more than it should’ve.“Fine,” Lu
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