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The golden heir
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2026-05-16 20:29:59THE HEIR'S MASK
Chapter 1
Expensive perfume mingled with the faint metallic scent of power. Steve Vanderbilt stood at the center of it all. Wealth felt like a prison, he often thought. At twenty-seven, he was everything New York’s elite wanted to be. His tailored black Tom Ford suit gave him commanding presence without effort. A practiced smile played on his lips as he nodded at senators and tech moguls, one arm loosely wrapped around Lila Monroe’s slim waist.
Lila looked exquisite—beautiful and ambitious enough to advertise availability without screaming desperation. She was the perfect prop for the night. Some women wished they could be her. Willing to play the role of devoted girlfriend in exchange for the status and the monthly deposits into her account, she leaned into him, murmuring something about the latest art auction. Steve wasn’t listening.
His gaze had already locked onto the only person in the room who mattered.
Ken Thompson.
Ken stood near the bar in a charcoal suit that was good, but not Vanderbilt-level perfect. He laughed at something an older investor was saying. His jaw was sharp, his shoulders strong from years of carrying the weight of his own stubborn principles. Even from across the room, Steve could see the faint stubble along his jaw and the way his throat moved when he swallowed.
Fuck.
Steve’s cock twitched inside his slacks. He imagined shoving Ken against the bar, yanking those perfectly pressed trousers down in one swift motion, and burying his face between those firm ass cheeks right here in front of every important name in Manhattan. He wanted to ruin that principled mouth with his dick until Ken gagged and drooled.
“You’re staring again,” Lila whispered. Her fingers tightened on his arm in warning. “People are watching. The cameras are especially on you.”
“I’m networking,” Steve replied smoothly, his voice low. He took a slow sip of his scotch, letting the burn ground him. Inside, his blood was on fire.
He and Ken had been inseparable since boarding school—best friends, brothers in everything but blood. Steve had spent years perfecting the art of hiding what he really wanted: how badly he needed to own every inch of Ken Thompson. To break him open and crawl inside.
Ken turned his head then, as if sensing the weight of Steve’s gaze. Their eyes met. For a second, the rest of the gala disappeared. Steve didn’t smile. He let the mask slip just enough for Ken to see the hunger.
Ken’s jaw flexed. He looked away first, but not before Steve caught the faint flush creeping up his neck.
Good.
Steve excused himself from Lila with a meaningless kiss to her temple, then cut through the crowd like a shark. People parted for him instinctively. He was the heir to Vanderbilt Tech—untouchable. Dangerous.
He stopped close enough that their shoulders nearly brushed. Ken smelled like clean soap and something warmer, more masculine. It made Steve’s mouth water.
“Thompson,” Steve drawled, his voice dripping with signature sarcasm. “Still pretending you belong in this crowd?”
Ken turned, drink in hand. Up close, he was even more devastating. Those warm brown eyes narrowed, and his full lips pressed into a thin line. “Vanderbilt. Still pretending you’re not an entitled prick?”
Steve smirked and stepped closer under the guise of reaching for a fresh drink. His body heat bled into Ken’s space. “You wound me. And here I thought we were friends.”
“We are,” Ken muttered, but tension coiled in his shoulders. “Just… keep it normal tonight, please.”
Normal. Steve wanted to laugh. Normal was him jerking off in the back of his limo earlier, imagining Ken on his knees, choking on his cock while tears ran down that stubborn face. Normal was years of biting his tongue while Ken dated women—especially Sophia, that pretty little distraction who had finally fucked off somewhere.
Steve leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of Ken’s ear as he spoke quietly. “You look tense. Rough week?”
Ken shivered. Barely. But Steve felt it.
“Sophia and I… we’re done,” Ken said tightly. “For good this time.”
Steve’s cock hardened fully at the words. He shifted so the heavy bulge in his slacks pressed briefly against Ken’s hip—subtle enough that no one else would notice, filthy enough that Ken’s breath hitched.
“Poor thing,” Steve murmured, his voice dark and nasty. “Are you all alone now? I swear that tight little hole of yours is aching for my attention.”
Ken jerked back like he’d been burned. “What the fuck is wrong with you tonight?”
Steve smiled. “Nothing. Just saying what we both know is true.” He let his gaze drop deliberately to Ken’s mouth. “You keep saying you’re straight, Ken. So why are you getting hard for me right now?”
Ken’s hand clenched around his glass so tightly Steve thought it might shatter. His cheeks flushed. For one electric second, Steve thought Ken might drag him into the nearest bathroom and finally let him fuck that virgin ass raw.
Instead, Ken stepped back. “Stay the hell away from me tonight, Steve.”
He turned and disappeared into the crowd, but not before Steve saw the way he adjusted himself discreetly.
Steve stayed where he was, sipping his drink, heart hammering with dark triumph. His phone burned in his pocket. He pulled it out, thumbs flying across the screen before he could talk himself out of it.
Steve: You can run all you want, but we both know the truth. I’m going to bend you over and ruin that straight boy pussy until you’re crying my name and begging for my cum.
He sent another.
Steve: I want my tongue in your ass while you try to pretend you don’t love it. I want to feel you clench around my cock when you finally break.
Steve: Tell me to stop and I’ll make it worse.
He slid the phone back into his pocket, cock throbbing painfully against his zipper. Across the room, he watched Ken pull out his own phone. He watched his face go slack with shock, then darken with fury and unmistakable lust.
Ken’s head snapped up. Their eyes locked again.
Steve raised his glass in a mocking toast, letting every filthy intention show on his face. Come find me, he thought. Confront me. Fight me.
Because once Ken stormed over here—angry and hard—Steve wasn’t sure he’d be able to stop himself from dragging his best friend into the shadows and finally taking what had always been his.
His phone buzzed with a reply.
Ken: I’m straight. Stop. For go
od please.
Steve smiled against the rim of his glass.
The night was only beginning.
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The heir's mask Chapter 100: Shadows at Sunset
Steve landed in New York with the letter still in his jacket and the taste of the empty villa lodged in the back of his throat.JFK smelled the way it always had jet fuel, damp concrete, too many bodies moving too fast. He walked through the terminal without checking bags. The photograph of Mateo and the single sheet of hotel stationery were the only things that mattered. Outside, the sky was already sliding toward the same bruised colour it had worn the night Ken first kissed him back in the Hamptons cabin years ago. Steve did not call a car. He took a cab straight to the address Mark had given him and sat across the street from the second-floor windows for a long time, watching the light behind the curtains.Ken was inside. The boy was inside. The life Steve had built with both hands was on the other side of brick and glass and a decision Ken had already made.He did not knock.Instead he opened the letter one more time under the streetlight and read the lines that still cut cleanes
The heir's mask Chapter 99:Empty Villa
The villa was already empty when Steve returned.He stepped through the front door at noon and the silence hit him like a physical weight. No coffee cup on the counter. No shoes by the mat. The laptop Ken had left behind sat closed on the kitchen table, the charger still plugged in as if someone might come back for it. Steve set the hotel letter on the wood beside it and stood there for a long time, listening to the refrigerator hum and the olive leaves move outside the open window.He walked every room.The bedroom still smelled faintly of the soap they shared. The sheet on Ken’s side of the bed was thrown back the way he always left it. In the bathroom two toothbrushes still stood in the glass. Steve picked up the one that was not his, turned it once in his fingers, and set it down again. The closet held only his own clothes. Ken had taken almost nothing.Steve sat on the edge of the bed and opened the letter for the fourth time. The handwriting was steady. The words were not. He re
The heir's mask Chapter 98 : Morning Letter
Ken wrote the letter on hotel stationery at 6:12 a.m., the ballpoint digging into the thin paper while the sky outside the window turned the colour of wet concrete.SteveI saw him. He has my eyes and Sophia’s stubborn mouth and a red truck he will not put down. He looked at me like I was a stranger who might still be safe. I held him for four minutes. It was not enough and it was everything.I cannot come back to the villa and pretend the last three years can stay sealed. He is real. The life we built is real too. I do not know how to hold both without breaking one of them. So I am choosing the one who cannot choose for himself.Do not follow me to New York. Do not send lawyers or money or the kind of help that comes with strings. I will figure out the rest. You gave up the company, the city, the name for me. I will not ask you to give up the rest of your life waiting for a man who already left.I loved you in the chapel. I loved you in the olive trees. I loved you last night when we
The heir's mask Chapter 97: One Last Night
The message hit Ken’s phone the moment the taxi pulled away from the villa.Steve’s car just left the villa too. You have a problem.Ken stared at the words until the driver asked, in careful English, whether they were still going to the airport. He gave a short nod and turned the screen face-down on his knee. Florence’s morning traffic crawled. Every red light felt personal.Steve’s black rental appeared in the side mirror three kilometers later, matching speed, never closing the gap completely. Ken’s jaw locked. He typed one line and sent it.Turn around.The reply came in under ten seconds.No.At the airport the private charter from New York was listed as delayed ninety minutes by weather over the Alps. Gate C14 remained empty. Ken stood near the glass wall overlooking the tarmac, bag at his feet, watching the sky. Steve walked up beside him without speaking, hands in his pockets, eyes on the same empty stretch of concrete.“You followed,” Ken said.“You left.”They stood in silen
The heir's mask Chapter 96:Ninety minutes fire
ChooseKen read the message twice, the words burning into the screen under the kitchen lights. The boy is already on a plane. Destination: Florence. Landing in ninety minutes. Steve snatched the phone from his hand. His face went rigid as he scrolled. “They’re bringing him here. To us. To this house.”“To me,” Ken said. “They want me alone.”Steve’s head snapped up. “And you’re considering it.”“He’s three years old and someone put him on a plane across an ocean. Yes, I’m considering it.”Steve threw the phone onto the counter hard enough that it skidded. “This is Mark. This is Eleanor. This is every trap we left New York to escape, delivered to our front door with a child as the package. You walk out there alone and they own you.”Ken stepped into his space. “If I don’t walk out there, that child lands in a foreign airport with whoever Mark sent and no one who belongs to him.”“I belong to you,” Steve snarled. “Or did that stop mattering the second a photograph showed up?”This past
The heir's mask Chapter 95 Disbelief
The car stopped at the bottom of the drive.Ken heard the engine die first, then the soft slam of a door. He stood at the kitchen window with the airline confirmation still glowing on his phone, Steve’s grip still bruising his wrist. Gravel crunched under slow footsteps. Neither of them moved until a figure appeared at the edge of the olive trees tall, thin, carrying a leather envelope under one arm.Steve released Ken’s arm and crossed the room in four strides. He yanked the front door open before the stranger could knock.The man on the step wore a plain dark suit and the careful expression of someone paid not to react. “Signor Vanderbilt. I was instructed to deliver this in person.” He held out the envelope. “From New York.”Steve took it without speaking. The courier nodded once, turned, and walked back down the drive. The car engine started again and faded toward the main road.Ken stayed in the kitchen doorway. “What is it?”Steve broke the seal. Inside were three sheets of pape
The heir's mask Chapter 6: Family Dynasty
Steve Vanderbilt stood on the upper deck of his private yacht, nursing a brutal hangover and an even worse case of blue balls. His mind was still trapped in that cabin—Ken’s mouth hot and furious against his, the desperate grind of their bodies, the way Ken had moaned before shoving him away like h
The heir's mask Chapter 5: before the first sin
The Heir’s MaskMark had waited long enough. No calls returned, no replies. He got ready and drove to Steve’s penthouse. The doors were unlocked—typical Steve, who hated being watched and kept almost no security around. Mark slipped inside with a satisfied smile.My sweet boy must have been drinkin
The heir's mask Chapter 4: Drunken truth
The Heir’s MaskThe days blurred into a haze of obsession for Steve. Every thought revolved around Ken—how far they had come, how cute Ken had been all these years, and how Steve couldn’t open up back then. But now nothing was stopping him. I won’t hide anymore. I’ve been in love with you since hig
The heir's mask Chapter 3: Eleanor's pressure
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