All Chapters of More Than His Touch: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

“Reece?” Lorenzo appeared baffled as he gazed at a jittery Kingsley, standing at his doorstep, fingers balled into a fist, nails biting into his skin.“Sorry for, uh, dropping by like this. Without warning,” Kingsley said, avoiding Lorenzo’s eyes.“You alright? You seem… off,” Lorenzo frowned.“No,” Kingsley replied honestly, shaking his head. “I’m not alright.”“Hey,” Lorenzo murmured gently, taking Kingsley’s hand. “Come on in.”Lorenzo kept hold of Kingsley’s hand as they headed to the living room. He didn’t release it even as they sat, but Kingsley tugged it free anxiously, deepening Lorenzo’s frown.“Remember how I mentioned wanting to discuss something Friday night?” Kingsley asked.“Yeah, what about it? You said it wasn’t a big deal,” Lorenzo remembered.“I lied,” Kingsley admitted.“Huh?”“There are things you don’t know… about me… God, I don’t even know how to start,” Kingsley sighed in frustration, rubbing his face.“Hey,” Lorenzo placed a reassuring hand on Kingsley’s thigh

Kingsley swore he’d never touch booze again.Even a day later, the dizziness lingered, and the pounding in his skull hadn’t eased up at all. He was still crashing at Roan’s place; he’d tried to head out the night before, but given how wrecked he looked, the couple wouldn’t allow it.Kingsley had zero idea what came next. Was he expected to show up at the office and act like he and Lorenzo had never been anything? Put on a front all over again? Would Lorenzo do the same? The idea of Lorenzo treating them like plain coworkers stabbed right through Kingsley’s heart. He couldn’t revert to that—not now.He longed to talk, to fix their mess, but he had no words. Lorenzo had been crystal clear about ending whatever they had, and for a solid reason Kingsley couldn’t fault him on. That didn’t dull the ache, though. He wasn’t pissed at Lorenzo for calling it quits; he got the guy’s perspective. The absolute last thing Kingsley wanted was Lorenzo getting booted from his job.But what fueled his

Kingsley let out a sigh as he checked the time; it was already 8:45, and he was behind schedule.After leaving his position at Salazar Tech, Kingsley handled his two-week notice by working remotely. It went smoothly enough—HR had some reservations, but Lorenzo approved it. Kingsley appreciated that even if Lorenzo hadn’t wanted him to quit, he was still honoring the choice.That had been about a month back. Kingsley hadn’t felt like jumping into another job search right away, but during a dinner with his dad where he filled him in on his career shift, Gianni proposed that Kingsley take over the subsidiary he’d set up for him.He’d been hesitant initially; the absolute last thing he desired was to be employed by his father. But Gianni promised he wouldn’t meddle or oversee Kingsley’s operations at all. It was a separate entity from his own work, and Kingsley wouldn’t be answering to anyone. He gave Kingsley the final say, and after mulling it over for a few days, Kingsley agreed to ste

“Damn, it’s still showing,” Zeke grumbled as he got to his feet. “Sorry, boss, I’ll take it to the cleaners and—”“It’s okay, Zeke, seriously,” Kingsley said, his gaze locked on Lorenzo, who lingered by the door. “Can you pull the car up front? I’ll catch you outside.”“I get to drive your car?” Zeke asked, caught off guard. Kingsley gave a silent nod, passing over the keys without a second thought about his pricey ride. “Cool! I’ll ring you.”Zeke spun around, ignoring Lorenzo as he headed for the exit. He mumbled an ‘excuse me’ since Lorenzo was in the way. Lorenzo shifted aside, his stare still fixed on his old staffer.After a stretch of quiet, Kingsley exhaled and faced the mirror. He snatched some paper towels to dab at the mark on his trousers, not keen on heading out like that. He sent a mental thanks to fate for skipping his beige slacks that morning, which he’d nearly grabbed.Kingsley didn’t glance up at the approaching steps but kept a straight face, dabbing away. He knew

Kingsley’s spine slammed against the wall as he eyed Lorenzo advancing toward him at a deliberate pace.With each passing moment, Kingsley’s pulse raced harder. Lorenzo hadn’t laid a finger on him yet, just tormenting him with that intense gaze sweeping across his fully dressed form.Kingsley’s breathing faltered as Lorenzo shrugged off his suit jacket, letting it tumble carelessly to the ground while he tugged his tie loose. The predatory glint in his eyes made Kingsley feel like hunted game for the first time ever—and he didn’t hate it. If anything, it thrilled him. So much that the tent in his trousers was already impossible to miss.His stare dropped to Lorenzo’s groin as the man undid his belt. Kingsley swallowed hard. He hadn’t hooked up with anyone besides Lorenzo in ages, and he had no desire to. Back when they weren’t an item, every time he hit the town and someone even glanced his way with interest, it just felt… off. Like he was meant for Lorenzo alone. The mere idea of ano