Semua Bab Broke Up... Now I Am His Stepfather: Bab 1 - Bab 10

The night was loud with laughter, the bass of the background music blending. Lit by warm amber lights that gave Solex Bar its usual Friday night glow. Caleb leaned back in his seat, his fingers loosely wrapped around a half-full glass of wine, phone resting idle in his palm. His friends—Jaden, Derek, and Will—were clustered around him in their usual booth, the air thick with joke. Caleb held his phone lazily in his palm, pointing it toward Jaden with a teasing grin. “You must be joking.” They all burst out laughing. “I still can’t believe Will’s getting married,” Jaden said, lifting his glass in mock salute. “Guess that makes me a godfather soon.” “You’re crazy,” Caleb chuckled, shaking his head. Derek leaned forward, elbows on the table. “So which hotel are we staying at tomorrow?” “Calm down, man,” Caleb said, flashing a knowing smile. “I am calm.” Jaden let out a dreamy sigh. “And Mia’s so beautiful.” “For that,” Caleb said, nodding slowly, “I give Will his flowers. She’s

Sunlight broke gently into the room, warming the crisp white sheets tangled around Caleb’s waist. He stirred slowly, the scent of fresh eggs and something sweet pulling him from sleep.Caleb opened his eyes slowly, and there he was—Henry, shirtless, unkempt hair falling perfectly over his brow, holding a breakfast tray like he was presenting a treasure.“Good morning, prince charming,” Henry said with a soft smile, setting the tray down on the bedside table. “I figured you deserved a little something special.”“You made me breakfast?” Caleb murmured, voice thick with sleep.Henry leaned in, brushed a kiss over Caleb’s forehead. “Only the best for the man who haunts my dreams.”A lazy smile spread across Caleb’s face as he sat up, the sheet slipping to his waist, revealing his toned chest. “You really trying to make me fall hard, huh?”Henry chuckled, climbing onto the bed beside him. “Too late. You already did.”The tray held warm croissants, scrambled eggs, strawberries, and a glass

Asher stood by the window, suit jacket off. “I could’ve just had you pitch via Zoom."Caleb smirked. “But then you wouldn’t have gotten the full experience. I figured an in-person pitch would make a stronger impression.."Asher turned, eyes dark with something deeper. “Bravo.”Caleb looked away, the heat behind Asher’s gaze too intense. “So... the logo concepts—”But Asher crossed the room slowly, stopping only inches away.Asher leaned in, his eyes slowly trailing down Caleb’s frame before settling back on his face. “You’re dangerous in a suit,” he said, voice low and rich. “Too put-together. Too composed. Makes a man curious what’s underneath all that polish.”Caleb looked up, startled by the change in tone. “Thank you. That’s... kind.”His hand moved—unhurried, deliberate—and came to rest on Caleb’s thigh, just above the knee. His thumb brushed in a slow circle. “You strike me as the type who works hard.May I kiss you?” he asked.But he didn’t wait for an answer. He leaned in, clo

Asher stormed into Henry's apartment angrily but found the place quiet. He walked upstairs, searching around, calling his name. Just then, he received a call."Asher Thompson?" The unfamiliar voice crackled through the line.Asher's brows knitted, his heart tightening in his chest. "Who is this?""This is Mercy General Hospital. Your son, Henry Thompson, was brought in last night. He is… he has been in a severe accident."For a second, the entire house seemed to blur around Asher. His pulse hammered. "What?" His voice dropped, dangerously low. "What do you mean accident?"The voice on the other end hesitated, professional but strained. "A car accident, sir. Fatal injuries. He is currently in critical condition. We need you here immediately."Without a word, Asher ended the call. His hand trembled faintly as the weight of those words sank in. The anger that had driven him here evaporated, replaced by panic clawing at his throat. He bolted down the stairs, ignoring the eerie silence of

Caleb sat quietly in the corner, his hands clenched together, eyes fixed on Henry, who lay in the hospital bed, pale and still.The door creaked open and Asher stepped in, his sharp eyes immediately sweeping over the room before resting on Henry.Caleb looked up. “You did not have to come,” his voice low but steady.“I hope the surgery is successful,” Asher replied simply, moving to stand by Henry’s bedside. His eyes softened as they traced the bruises along Henry’s arms and the faint swelling around his collarbone “You both are all I have.”The door opened again and the doctor entered with a clipboard in his hand. His white coat swayed as he approached, eyes shifting between Caleb and Asher.“Good afternoon,” the doctor began, adjusting his glasses.Caleb straightened, tension rippling through his chest. “How is he doing now, doctor?”The doctor glanced at his notes. “The spinal damage is moderate. There is swelling near the lower vertebrae, but the nerves were not compromised. His m