All Chapters of Forbidden Pleasures (MxM): Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

RonanI had barely made it halfway down the stairs when the urge to turn back hit me hard. Something didn’t sit right. I told myself I just wanted to make sure Liam was fine, maybe apologize for earlier... even though I wasn’t exactly sure what I was apologizing for. Why the hell do I feel so bad and want to apologize? It isn't me! I guess people were right when they said they saw this stupid soft spot inside of me.But when I got back to the guest room? Empty.What the hell?He wasn’t in the hallway. Not in the kitchen. Not even in the damn garden where he sometimes stared at nothing like he was trying to quiet the noise in his head. I checked the cameras on my phone and saw him leave the house. Yes, I managed to attach the security cameras to my darn phone.Anyway, What the fuck?I didn’t like the twist in my gut, but I grabbed my keys anyway and headed for the car. If he wanted to play hide and seek, I was in the mood to win.I didn’t know where I was going—until I saw him.Liam.S

LiamWendy leaned in, grinning as if she held the whole world in her palm, and whispered into my ear, “My boyfriend is taking me on a date today. A luxurious one. On a yacht.”For a moment, I blinked, caught off guard. Boyfriend? Damn. I forgot she even had one. She rarely talked about him. I’d always just seen her as this bright, overly cheerful girl who smiled through the worst shifts. The only time I heard about him was through Fred. He had mentioned that was the reason Wendy had rejected his advances.But hearing her say that, watching the excitement bursting in her steps as she practically bounced down the hallway like she was floating on air… it did something to me.I just stood there, watching her walk off in that cute little skirt and high ponytail, laughing to herself like the world was finally perfect. I should be happy for her. I was, actually. But beneath that was something else—something I hated admitting to.Jealousy.I sighed. Not the dramatic kind. Just that soft, tire

LiamI stormed up the stairs, fire raging in my chest, ready to tear Ronan apart. I didn’t even bother knocking—I flung the bedroom door open like I meant to rip it off the hinges.But the room was empty.The bed was made, the lights were off, and Ronan was nowhere to be found.“What the hell…?” I muttered under my breath before spinning around and racing back downstairs, two steps at a time. Chloe was still sitting there, dabbing at her eyes.“Where is he?” I barked. “Where the fuck is that bastard? I’m going to kill him today, I swear.”“Liam, calm down!” she said quickly, holding up her hands. “He’s… he’s not here. He’s actually in the hospital.”That stopped me cold. “What?”She exhaled shakily, rubbing her forehead. “I tried to tell you before you ran off… He went to do something for the mafia—or whatever it is he’s always caught up in—and he ended up getting shot.”My breath caught.“What?” I repeated, quieter this time. The anger in my chest twisted into something heavier… dark

RonanChloe wrapped her arms around me, her scent clinging to my shirt, warm and familiar.“I thought I’d lose you,” she whispered shakily.I hesitated before pulling back. Her tear-streaked face made me pause.“I’m fine,” I said quietly. “Don’t worry.”She nodded quickly, as if trying to believe it. Then she wiped her tears and gave me a faint smile. “I made you something… well, a few things. I know hospital food is awful, so… I brought you real food from home.”She moved to the table, placing out containers and plates, naming dishes one after the other — rice with pepper sauce, that tomato soup I used to like, roasted chicken with herbs she’d learned from her aunt. Her voice was light but shaky, desperate to fill the silence.I forced a smile. “Thanks.”She sat close and opened the lids, the aroma filling the room. I took a few bites, not because I was hungry, but because she looked like she needed me to eat.But my mind wasn’t here.It kept drifting to him.The person who wasn’t he

LiamMy screen lit up with Ronan’s face, and I swear my chest tightened just seeing him lying there—half-dressed in that ridiculous hospital gown, that smug look in his eyes like he knew exactly what he was doing to me.His eyes were glued to me. Hungry. Possessive. Like even through the screen, he wanted to pin me down and make me his again.Good.I leaned back just a little more, making sure the camera caught every inch of me. My shirt was already off, but I let my fingers toy with the waistband of my sweats, slow and deliberate. I could hear his breath hitch through the phone speaker.“Yeah,” I murmured, dragging a finger just under my navel. “You’re watching, aren’t you?”His lips parted, but he didn’t speak. Just stared, his eyes dark with need.“I’ve been thinking about that night,” I said, my voice dropping low as I palmed myself slowly through the fabric. “The way you grabbed my hips like you were starved for me. The way you—” I bit my lip, letting a soft moan escape, “—slamme