All Chapters of Love is War: But I'd bleed for you: Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

RONALD I looked at the screen of my phone, staring once again at the lady I was supposed to get engaged to tomorrow. It was an arranged wedding to seal the alliance between our families, but I felt nothing for her. I don’t swing that way. I chugged down another glass, and shook my head lightly as I felt the drink hit its spot. I knew I was drunk out of my mind, but I didn’t want to stop just yet. “Fuck it.” I muttered. Tomorrow was my 26th birthday too, and if I was going to get engaged, I might as well go all out tonight. I climbed to the top of the table, lifted my hands in air and shouted. “Drinks on me!” The room cheered me as I found my balance on the table and danced to the slow music erupting from the blasting speakers. In the midst of the crowd and flashing lights, I caught someone staring at me sexily, he was literally gawking. I turned around to be certain and when I looked back his eyes were still on me. On my body. To make things better, he was my type

RONALD It has not been a walk in the park working with Jeffrey. Of course he is good at his job, but that is not the only thing he was good at. I’ve woken up almost every morning since then with a hard on from me having sexual dreams with him, only to see him at the office completely clueless of the hold he has on me. “Sir the meeting with the partners would start in 15 minutes.” Jeffrey said as he entered my office. I raised a brow “Sir? How did we go from Ronald to Sir?” “Well, technically, you’re my boss. So?” I rubbed my forehead. He was totally determined to make what is between us strictly business. “You don’t have to do that Jeffrey.” “I don’t want to get too familiar.” He said standing nervously close to the door. I scoffed, he always comes up with new things. Just to push me further away. I picked up my tab and walked towards him. “Why is that, Jeffrey?” I didn’t let him speak closing in on him. “Is it because of the way you might feel if you do? Is it becau

RONALD The room was dim, lit only by the pale blue glow of his laptop screen. And Jeffrey was slumped forward on his desk still deeply sleeping. I rubbed my forehead to calm my anger. “Of course,” I muttered. “He had all the time to rest last night but didn’t.” I walked quietly into the room and closed the lid of the laptop, before lifting him up to take him to his bed. He didn’t even flinch. How could anyone sleep so deeply? I stared for a moment at his messy bed hair. It made his face look even more beautiful. I sighed. “I guess I’d let you have this one.” My driver was already waiting outside with the car started. We hit the road immediately, and as expected, it was going to be quite a ride, so I brought out my tablet and started going through the emails I had received concerning the upcoming projects. We arrived at the office eventually, and thankfully, the clients were already there. I called for the meeting immediately. It was going to be a long day. I met with

JEFFREYMy eyes locked on the title. Philip’s Room. By Raven Black.He raised a brow at me, before flipping a page calmly. “You know it?”‘I wrote it.’My heart kicked hard in my chest. I could barely breathe for a second.“Yeah,” I said, keeping my tone even. “It’s… a pretty good book.”Ronald shot a bland look at me. “It’s more than that. I’ve read it four times.” He turned another page. “The way it builds slow tension, how the main character keeps denying what’s obvious... it’s brilliant. Quietly devastating.”I gulped.Hearing him talk like that about my work like that was surreal. Of course he didn’t know I was the author. The name on the book was a pen name I’d guarded like my life depended on it.But this wasn’t the first time someone had praised it. I’d gotten fan messages. Reviews. Even the occasional half-drunk stranger gushing about “how raw and real it felt.” Regardless, I couldn’t let them know who I was.But Ronald, of all people, reading it? Loving it?That was new.I l