Semua Bab Once His Nightmare, Now His Employee : Bab 21 - Bab 30

RONAN“Mr. Keene, it's morning. Wake up!” I said, tapping Dorian gently on his shoulder. He stirred in his sleep, not waking up. A smile appeared on my lips suddenly before I proceeded to tap him again. “What now?” He groaned lazily, his eyes shut. “It’s past 7 AM, sleeping beauty.” I replied, folding my arms over my chest. His eyes flipped open and he bounced off the couch. “Oh shit! Caspian Vale is going to eat me raw. Fuck!” He screamed for a moment. Then, he turned to my direction, “Damn it, Ronan. Why didn't you wake me up?”I scoffed. “And what the hell did you think I was doing before I told you the time?”He locked his eyes onto mine. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” I shook my head, feeling sorry for him. Dorian started pulling off his socks, shirts and pants. He winced at me before he darted into the room. I didn't wait any longer. I followed him in. His hand trembled as he opened the wardrobe and grabbed a clean shirt and trousers. He threw them at me and I managed to

Alexandra’s footsteps echoed faintly as she stepped off the quiet sidewalk onto the familiar stretch of Caspian Vale’s private drive. The morning air was crisp, still slightly chilly despite the peeking sun, and the leaves rustled gently in the breeze. Her soft-soled sneakers crunched over the gravel path as she adjusted the grocery bag in her arms, her gray scarf fluttering behind her.She didn’t stop to greet anyone today. This wasn't New York’s Upper East Side where neighbors leaned out from flower-box windows. Caspian's neighborhood was upscale, gated, and private. Also, a quiet place. Too quiet. But her mind wasn’t on the silence—it was on the young man she had met on the bus just a few minutes ago.She smiled to herself. “Sweet kid. He is clearly tangled in something bigger than he could carry alone.”And she had seen that same something mirrored too many times in Caspian’s eyes. He had that same gnawing loneliness beneath all his sarcasm and wit, the same reluctance to name

Dorian stormed out of Vale Enterprises, his heart pounding like a war drum.But it wasn’t just the beat of panic. No. It was the storm of emotions crashing inside him. Anger. Embarrassment. Shame. Confusion. All of it twisted into one unbearable knot.He walked fast, almost like he was trying to outrun the building behind him. To outrun what just happened. To outrun Caspian Vale.But when he got to the next block, his steps faltered. He turned around and looked back.There it was.That glass tower—Vale Enterprises—staring down at him like a god who had just rejected him. A place he once thought could change his life. A place that offered hope. But instead?It took everything.His eyes stung. He clenched his fists.His mother was gone. His father had never been in the picture since then. All he had was this job, and now even that had been ripped away by the same person he once tormented.He wasn't even given his first salary nor did he spend up to a month there. He bit down on his bot

Dorian sat perched on a polished barstool inside Lavish Heights, tapping his fingers restlessly against the smooth counter. The dim amber lighting overhead cast a soft, moody glow across the space, and the faint buzz of chatter mingled with jazzy lo-fi music floating through the air.He sighed heavily and bit down slowly on his bottom lip as he watched Ronan behind the counter, rhythmically tilting bottles, pouring, shaking, and sliding glasses across to waiting patrons. The guy moved like a pro—smooth, confident, and slightly annoying.Dorian leaned forward, his cheek grazing the cool counter. “How long is this gonna take?” He muttered, his voice low and laced with boredom and mild irritation. His eyes flicked toward Ronan again. “You’ve served like... twelve tequilas and one zombie already.”“Guy, chill. It’s happy hour,” Ronan whispered with a wink, barely glancing at him as he expertly garnished a cocktail with a lemon twi

Caspian couldn’t wait a second longer. He crushed his lips against Dorian’s with a hunger that didn’t feel human. It was frantic, dangerous and possessive, like he needed him to breathe. Dorian stiffened, instinctively pulling back—but Caspian’s grip slid up his neck, not to hurt, but to claim. His fingers spread along his jaw, guiding him back in, nudging their mouths together with a feverish insistence.His touch wasn’t begging. It was demanding.Dorian’s eyes shot open, wide with shock as Caspian’s mouth devoured his. But that shock melted into something darker and warmer. The heat in his bloodstream burned. The alcohol? Yes! Or maybe it was Caspian: The sweetness of his lips. The intoxicating musk of his cologne. The raw dominance pulsing through his body like a warning.Dorian's mouth finally parted, giving in. Caspian’s tongue slid in, deep, claiming space like it belonged to him. He moaned into the kiss, his hips twitching forward. He was been kissed by a starved man—like Dor