All Chapters of Bound By The Desk : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Vorian’s POVThe beach house dining room glows warm under the low chandelier. The long oak table sits full tonight. White linen covers it. Silver candlesticks flicker soft light. The ocean breeze drifts in through open windows. It carries salt and the faint smell of rosemary from the roast chicken. Lillian sits at the head. She wears a light blue dress. Her hair is neat. Cassian stands to carve the meat. His sleeves roll up. Elena pours red wine into glasses. The liquid shines dark. Dorian already holds his second glass. He leans back in his chair. Lila swings her legs under the table. Her pink dress brushes the floor. Peas steam in a bowl in front of her.Cassian slices the chicken. “Art gallery opens next week,” he says. “You should come, Vorian. Bring fresh eyes.”Elena smiles. “Lila has a school play too,” she adds. “She is a tree. Very important role.”Lila giggles. “I have three lines,” she says. “I say ‘Grow, little seed!’”Dorian raises his glass. “To trees and art,” he says.

Vorian’s POVToday is the beginning of a new week. I walk into my office, settling down.I can see that Zephyr has been in here judging on how the room look.It was different from how I left it, the files on the shelf are arranged alphabetically, only Zephyr can do that.Silas is not someone to arrange things this way.There is also a cup of coffee on my table. Typical Zephyr but the problem is I am not in the mood for anything.I only came to the company because I have to. If I have it my way, I would be in my bed, cuddling under my duvet with my pillow.While I am still in my thoughts, the door opens.I look up wondering who that is. Zephyr or Silas?Only those two open my door like it is their bedroom door.Zephyr steps in and closes the door behind him with a soft click.I look towards the glass walls, the city skyline shines bright through the glass walls. Monday morning light pours in.“Good morning.” Zephyr says.“Good morning,” I reply him.“You did not reply my text.”“You se

Vorian’s POVThe rain lashes against the penthouse panes like it demands to come inside.I slump on the shadowed obsidian sofa with only one ember on, the city fire smeared into streaks of amber and red outside the barrier.My phone rests face down on the coffee table. I have not touched it in hours.The quiet feels heavy, the same way it did after dinner at the beach house.Lila’s little voice keeps looping in my head: Why do you not smile, Uncle Vor?But I do smile though.The intercom buzzes.I frown, glance at the clock, almost ten.I walk to the panel and press the button. The doorman’s voice crackles through. “Mr. Cole want to see you, sir. He is… quite wet.”I close my eyes for a second. Relief rushes in so fast it almost hurts.“Send him up.”Half a minute after, the exclusive elevator parts and Zephyr strides out soaked from head to toe.Rainwater pours down his hair, down his jacket, pooling a growing puddle on the polished stone.His translucent shirt hugs to his chest. He

Zephyr's POV I told Vorian I love him last night, soft against his ear while he drifted to sleep. Maybe the rain swallowed the words. Maybe he heard and chose silence. Either way, I will handle that later. Right now the only thing that matters is the photo still burning on his phone and the storm it brought into our bed with us.Morning light slips through the tall windows of the penthouse kitchen. I stand at the counter in one of Vorian’s old T-shirts, hair still messy from his hands. The coffee machine hisses and gurgles like it is angry too. I make it strong, almost black, the way too much for normal people. Vorian walks in barefoot, sweatpants riding low on his hips, eyes still carrying last night. He looks beautiful and tired and mine.I slide a mug toward him. “Drink this before you scare the caffeine,” I say.He wraps both hands around the cup, breathes in the steam, and gives me the smallest smile. It is enough. I lean over the island and kiss him quick, just a brush of lips,

Zephyr's POV I sit at my table, the office is still not full. Sun light spills through the windows. My phone stays screen down and those texts from yesterday night look at me from the black screen even when I cannot see them. My old HoltTech badge. The word TRAITOR in red. The threat to tell Vorian everything. My chest feels tight and my palms sweat.Should I go to Silas? Should I not? Should I? Nope. Fuck this. I get up and my seat moves back. I grab my phone and I walk quick, past cubicles, past the coffee station, past employees who grin and say hello. I do not answer, I do not have the luxury for that. My feet know the way to Silas’s office which was at the end of the hall, the door is closed.I stop outside with my hand on the handle. What if he thinks I am the traitor? What if he tells Vorian before I can? What if I lose them both? I breathe in and breathe out. No choice now. I knock once and push the door open.Silas looks up from his desk, there is a coffee mug in o