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Chapter 31 The Unravelling

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The heavy cedar door clicked shut, sealing out the roar of the storm and leaving only the rhythmic drumming of rain against the vast glass panes. The foyer was dim, lit only by the flickering amber glow beckoning from the next room.

"Come, sit here," Ethan gestured toward the sunken living area.

Timothy followed, his boots silent on the dark hardwood. He moved with a feline grace, settling onto a plush, cream-colored velvet sofa that curved toward the fireplace. The hearth was a masterpiece of
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    Ethan stared at him, feeling the distance grow between them even though they were still touching. He wanted more. He wanted the man who had looked at him with such passion an hour ago. But he didn't want to be the one to beg. He didn't want to push Tim away by demanding a "more" that wasn't being offered.Ethan simply nodded, his face turning back into the stoic, marble mask of the Wellman heir. "Fine."The tension from their earlier argument seemed to dissipate, replaced by the crackling warmth of the dying fire and a newfound, raw intimacy. Tim let out a long breath, his voice dropping into a playful, velvet purr."Great," Tim said, a smirk dancing on his lips. He leaned in, his eyes scanning Ethan’s face with predatory precision. "You know... it seemed to me like it was your first time. Not just with a man, but with anyone."Ethan’s gaze lowered briefly, a rare flush of heat creeping up his neck. He gave a small, vulnerable smile. "Was it that obvious?"Tim reached out, his fingers

  • Timothy; My Forbidden Temptation   Chapter 32 A Little More

    The silence of the cottage was absolute now, the heavy roar of the storm replaced by the rhythmic, melancholic drip of the receding rain against the glass. Inside, the fire had dwindled to glowing embers, casting a soft, orange warmth over the two men lying naked on the rug.Ethan lay on his back, his chest rising and falling in a slow, peaceful rhythm. He had one arm draped loosely around Timothy, a possessive yet gentle weight. Tim rested his head on Ethan’s pec, listening to the steady thrum of a heart he was supposed to break.Why do I feel so guilty? Timothy thought, his eyes tracing the sharp line of Ethan’s jaw in the shadows.The soreness in his body was a physical brand, a reminder of the "atrocity" he had just committed against his own mission. He’s just a means to an end, Timothy, he hissed at himself internally. Nothing more than a key to a safe. A pawn to destroy Madison. But as he felt the warmth of Ethan’s skin, another voice surfaced—one he tried to drown out. Then why

  • Timothy; My Forbidden Temptation   Chapter 31 The Unravelling

    The heavy cedar door clicked shut, sealing out the roar of the storm and leaving only the rhythmic drumming of rain against the vast glass panes. The foyer was dim, lit only by the flickering amber glow beckoning from the next room."Come, sit here," Ethan gestured toward the sunken living area.Timothy followed, his boots silent on the dark hardwood. He moved with a feline grace, settling onto a plush, cream-colored velvet sofa that curved toward the fireplace. The hearth was a masterpiece of black basalt, the flames dancing and casting long, trembling shadows across the room. Outside, the sky turned a violent shade of navy, the lightning illuminating the woods in rhythmic, ghostly pulses, but inside, the air began to thicken with a heat that had nothing to do with the fire.For a long minute, neither spoke. They simply stared. The sexual tension was a living thing between them—a cord stretched so tight it hummed. Timothy’s hair was damp, a stray bead of rainwater tracing the curve o

  • Timothy; My Forbidden Temptation   Chapter 30 Something Like Love

    The tension in the dining hall broke with a sound that felt like a gunshot to Ethan’s heart—the mechanical click of the call connecting."Hello? Tim Dorian here... Chloe?"Ethan’s grip on his juice glass tightened until his knuckles went white. Hearing that voice—the same voice that had hummed low in its throat against his lips only hours ago—now addressing his sister with such casual, professional distance made Ethan’s blood simmer. He picked up for her. He hasn't even looked at my text, but he picked up for her.Chloe, despite her "Diva" exterior, looked like she wanted the marble floor to swallow her whole. The embarrassment was visible, a hot flush creeping up her neck, but Madison didn't flinch. She kept gesturing with her manicured hands, her eyes wide and demanding: Speak!"He... hello, Tim," Chloe stuttered, her voice dropping into a soft, uncharacteristic shyness. "How is it going?""Very well," Tim’s voice came through the speaker, crisp and courteous. "You called?""Oh, yes

  • Timothy; My Forbidden Temptation   Chapter 29 Something Like Love

    The morning sun at the Wellman Estate didn't just rise; it performed, casting long, golden fingers across the manicured lawns and into the vaulted ceilings of the mansion.Inside her suite, Chloe Wellman stretched across her exotic queen-sized bed like a feline that had just caught the prize canary. A small, triumphant smile was plastered on her face as she replayed the highlight reel of the gala. Much hadn't happened—not as much as she’d hoped—but her skin still hummed where Tim’s hand had rested on the small of her back. She could still see the way he looked at her during the painting session, poised and intense.She giggled into her pillow, kicking her legs in a girlish, giddy frenzy that contradicted her "Ice Heiress" reputation. Standing gracefully, she glided toward the dresser where Tim’s painting sat. She picked it up, hugging the canvas dramatically to her chest."Good morning, sunshine," she whispered to the abstract bloom, giving the corner of the frame a soft, lingering ki

  • Timothy; My Forbidden Temptation   Chapter 28 Razor Edge

    The atmosphere in the living area was suffocating. The only sounds were the artificial, rhythmic crackle of the modern electric fireplace and the low, heavy purr of Fester, who had abandoned his usual spot to coil himself onto Timothy’s lap. Even the cat seemed to sense the tectonic plates of the Dorian empire shifting.Olivia sat in her high-backed velvet wing chair, her posture perfect, though her eyes were weary. A few feet away, Harrison was a pathetic sight; he sat hunched over, pressing a bag of ice to his swelling jaw. Across from them both sat Timothy. He was terrifyingly still, his legs crossed, his fingers buried in Fester's black fur. He looked like a young king presiding over a trial where he was both judge and executioner."I want you to know," Olivia began, her voice a silken thread in the heavy silence, "that whatever I did, I did for a good cause. Aside from keeping Harrison’s involvement from you, Timothy... everything else I told you was the truth."She began to pull

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