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Chapter 35
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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
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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
The Wrong Kind Of Right Chapter 46
They finished washing up, still half tangled in each other.Luca helped dry him off with one of the plush towels tucked under the sink, his touches slower now, gentler.Every little movement was a kind of intimacy, like he wasn’t in a rush to dress and get back to the world.Asher stood in front of the mirror buttoning up his shirt when he caught Luca watching him in the reflection.“What?” Asher asked, smirking.“You’re really here,” Luca said quietly, like it still surprised him.Asher turned, stepped close, and adjusted Luca’s collar.“And I’m not going anywhere.”Luca leaned in, kissed him again, this one softer than the rest.And when they left the washroom, Luca’s hand brushed against Asher’s, just for a second.The sound of the knock sent a jolt through the room, sharper than the water still clinging to their skin.Luca froze mid step, his hand still damp from the towel, heart hammering far too loud in his chest.Asher, buttoning his shirt with steady fingers, stilled only for
The Wrong Kind Of Right Chapter 45
Asher reached for him without thinking, dragging him in, crashing their mouths together with a force that stole the air. It wasn’t sweet, wasn’t careful. It was hungry.Desperate.Teeth and lips, breath and heat. Clothes still on but fists in fabric, pulling, anchoring.Luca kissed him like punishment and apology all at once.By the time they broke apart, Luca’s hand was around the back of Asher’s neck, thumb brushing his pulse, holding him there, not to trap him, but to claim him.“I don’t care if it’s stupid,” Luca whispered, forehead resting on Asher’s. “But don’t let anyone else think they’ve got a chance. Not when I’m still breathing.”Asher’s heart pounded, loud and chaotic in his chest.He nodded once. “Then breathe for a long damn time.”They didn’t need to say more.Not right now.Luca kissed him again.This time, it wasn’t punishment or jealousy, it was hunger, deep and unapologetic.His hands slid down Asher’s back, gripping tight, anchoring, pulling him closer until there
The Wrong Kind Of Right Chapter 44
Asher stepped into the Virelli corporate tower, all clean lines and cold elegance, the kind of place that whispered wealth instead of screaming it.The polished floors mirrored every move he made, the glass walls around the lobby letting in a perfect wash of daylight like the building had nothing to hide.He carried two bags of takeout in one hand, one of them specifically containing Luca’s obnoxiously overcomplicated sandwich order. Extra truffle, no tomato, that weird aioli he only liked from that one place Asher had to walk three blocks past security checkpoints to reach.He didn’t mind. Not really.The receptionist glanced up from her screen. Her gaze flicked over him like a scanner, slow and curious.She was stunning in the way most high end receptionists were: not just pretty, but curated. Hair sleek. Nails red. Lips glossed with a precision that said she’d once interned at Vogue. She wore her badge like an accessory and her blazer like it was tailored straight onto her skin.
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Serena had spent years building a version of herself that made her untouchable, curated, cruel when needed, elegant always. But Asher was the one person who’d always seen behind the glass. And now, with Luca in his hands, he held her carefully constructed world by the throat.So she sat there, smiling like a perfect daughter in law, telling Paolo everything he wanted to hear. Because keeping Luca was no longer the point.Keeping herself from falling was.“Your mother will be pleased with the arrangements,” Paolo was saying. “We’ll host the final ceremony on the estate grounds. Nothing like tradition to solidify a legacy.”Serena lifted her coffee cup. “To tradition,” she said, clinking it against his.And to hiding in plain sight.Meanwhile, thousands of miles away… Luca stood on the balcony of their suite, hair windswept, shirt half unbuttoned, a glass of something strong in his hand, but his eyes were soft.Laughter lingered in the air behind him from where Asher was still sprawled
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