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Chapter 45
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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
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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
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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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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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Later, they walked along the sea wall just below the restaurant. The city was a scatter of lights above them, the stars a mirror below.Luca’s hand brushed Asher’s. He didn’t pull away.“Thank you,” Luca said after a long silence. “For coming with me.”“I’ll always come when you call.”“That sounds dangerous.”“I’m a dangerous man.”Luca turned, stopping him.His hand slid up to Asher’s neck, thumb resting just under his jaw.“I want to say it,” Luca whispered. “But I don’t know how.”“You don’t have to,” Asher replied. “Not yet.”He leaned in, forehead to forehead.“Just don’t run.”Luca kissed him then, soft, unhurried, but full of all the things he couldn’t say.......................The suite was quiet when they returned.Upstairs, the lights were low. A single wall sconce cast soft shadows across the room, flickering against the sleek glass windows that framed the city skyline like a living painting.The hum of life outside felt a world away.Luca closed the door with a soft cli
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The jet touched down just past noon in a coastal European city, one known more for its discretion than its fame.The tarmac shimmered beneath the sun, but inside the jet, everything was still and hushed, wrapped in a soft kind of anticipation.Luca leaned forward in his seat, sunglasses on, blazer slung casually over his shoulder.Asher had changed into something simpler, black polo, charcoal slacks, but his eyes tracked the motion of the ground crew like a soldier still half in the field.“Relax,” Luca said, watching him. “No one here knows us.”“That’s the point,” Asher replied, voice dry. “I’m just making sure they keep it that way.”The plane door hissed open, and a controlled breeze swept through the cabin.A sleek black town car waited at the edge of the private strip, the driver holding the door with perfect posture.Asher grabbed both their bags before Luca could even blink.“You’re still doing that?” Luca teased. “You know I’m technically stronger than I look.”“Technically,”
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