It was when the dark haired CEO stared at his watch pointedly, raising his hand up to his chest when he could easily glanced at it from underneath the table, that Oliver got the hint, and quickly connected his laptop to the big screen that was facing the table. Oliver’s phone was still connected to his laptop, and in haste, Oliver had forgotten to turn his phone off. The CEO tilted his head, narrowing his eyes at the laptop - it was considered unprofessional behavior to be connecting the laptop directly to the screen. He was supposed to bring the presentation on a USB.But Oliver knew better than to apologize this time. As the laptop’s screen was mirrored on the screen, he opened the presentation, and started explaining the first slide. x - x - xTristan woke up by the booming sound of thunder. It took him a while to get to his senses. Another ear splitting thunderous sound sent Tristan’s heart racing. Tristan sat up on the couch in horror - his worst nightmare was coming true.

The company manager came to the aid of a very confused Oliver, “Mr. Roth and Mr. Tristan were best friends - Mr. Tristan was the co-owner of this firm. Give him your code, he has known Mr. Tristan longer than you have.” Oliver had never been more baffled in his entire lifetime. That was too much information to process. “Code, NOW!” Roth’s rushed voice was not going to give him the time to process it. Oliver spilled out the code in a low, dead voice, as he pulled out a chair from across the table and sat on it. The members around the table looked at him expectantly as the presentation slides came up on the screen once again as the call disconnected. Oliver stared at them blankly, he was not sure he even remembered the contents of the presentation now. The manager came to his aid, thankfully, “The meeting is dismissed, there will be a follow up tomorrow morning where you can present your opinions about the building design.”As everyone was leaving the presentation room, Oliver turn

Tristan saw him looking at himself, and smiled at him. Roth smiled back, but he did see that after noticing Roth observing him, Tristan’s hands were shakier and he spilled some tea on the slab. Roth chuckled to himself - so much had not changed. He stepped forward and offered to take the kettle from Tristan’s hands. Tristan handed the kettle to him. Their hands brushed together for a brief second before both of them pulled away, several colors of the past flashing on their faces as they looked up at each other. The golden-green eyes met the gray-black eyes, and what was not in that eye contact. Tristan was the first one to tear it away. He stepped back and hastily picked up his teacup, proceeding to take a seat at the stool around the kitchen island. Roth eyed him with a sad smile, then poured out his own tea and pulled out another stool from underneath the kitchen island. Several moments of silence passed between them, before Roth spoke, running his finger around the circular ed

That no reaponse from Tristan cooled Oliver off a bit, he should bot have asked him that straight up, they had to mend their gradually broken relationship, thanks to Roth. He decided he would ask Tristan again, but for now, they both need to be in good terms. Oliver helplessly love Tristan, he could not imagine Tristan being out of his life, and can't stand the thought of him going back to Roth. Oliver took a step back wards and sighed, his voice dropping down to its usual tone, “I am sorry. I have just always been insecure about Roth. I know you still love him,” Tristan looked up at his face in puzzlement but oliver continued speaking in a tired voice, “And I know you never loved me the way you loved him, and I know it’s not in your control but it breaks my heart, Tristan.” Oliver’s voice that was on the verge of breaking calmed Tristan too, as he softly nodded. “I am sorry about the search history thing and keeping it a secret that I was working with Roth,” Tristan hung his head

The call logs from the previous night were right before Tristan’s eyes. There was one missed call to Oliver and another that he had picked up. But, before that, there were six missed calls to someone else. The number that Tristan had just typed in his messages was staring at him from his recent call logs with the number 6 in a bracket next to it. X-X-X-XEarlier, every time Roth had that dream, it ended at the pain Roth had felt when that man kept drilling inside him. Every time Roth had woken up covered in sweat, panicking. Every time Roth forced himself to open his eyes because he felt like he wanted to escape. Every time that man had his hold tight on Roth, Roth managed to escape by waking up. But this time, he did not. Roth had not escaped this time - was it because the man’s grip got tighter or Roth’s desire to escape became weaker?Roth didn’t know. This was the first time that he had woken up from that dream covered in cum, and not sweat. This was the first time it had no