All Chapters of unmasked desire : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Alexander Vale had perfected the art of the smile by the time he was sixteen. Not the genuine kind, he'd buried that years ago, but the one that made people feel seen, charmed, convinced they were the most important person in the room.He deployed it now, leaning back in the leather chair of the conference room, watching three investors hang on his every word."The Asian market expansion isn't just profitable," he said smoothly, gesturing to the projection behind him. "It's inevitable. We position ourselves now, or we watch our competitors claim what should be ours."The men nodded, already convinced. They always were. Alexander had learned early that confidence sold better than facts, that charisma could smooth over nearly any concern. His father had built the Vale empire on ruthless business acumen; Alexander maintained it on charm and the careful cultivation of his playboy reputation.Let them think he was reckless in his personal life. It made them underestimate him in business, w

Elias had never been good at deception, but desperation made for a quick teacher.He'd spent three days researching, diving deeper into forums and Reddit threads that spoke in careful code about places that existed in the city's shadows. The more he searched, the more obsessed he became, not just with finding the club, but with the possibility that somewhere, he might finally understand himself.The coffee shop was in a neighborhood he'd never visited before, tucked between a vintage bookstore and a art supply shop. He'd found the reference buried in a forum thread: The Grind on Morrison Street. Safe space. They might point you in the right direction if you ask the right way.It took Elias twenty minutes of sitting in his car across the street before he found the courage to actually enter.The interior was warm and deliberately eclectic—mismatched furniture, local art on exposed brick walls, a pride flag hanging casually near the counter. The clientele was diverse, comfortable, people

The sun had long since vanished behind the city skyline, leaving the streets slick with residual heat and neon reflections. Elias sat on the edge of his bed, hands clasped tightly in his lap, staring at the black card tucked into his pocket. Midnight was less than an hour away, yet he felt as though the minutes themselves were conspiring against him, stretching and folding into an eternity of indecision.He had rehearsed this moment endlessly out loud, in front of the mirror, on the drive home from the coffee shop, but now that it was here, all rehearsals faltered. His pulse beat like a drum against his ribs, and the neat certainty he relied upon to navigate the Vale mansion felt distant, irrelevant. Tonight, the rules were not his own, and the fear of the unknown wrapped around him like a second skin.Elias rose, paced across the apartment’s polished floors, and glanced at the door. I can do this. I’ve been thinking about this for months. I know what I want. His voice was hollow, eve

The door closed behind him with a soft, deliberate click, leaving Elias in a space that felt impossibly quiet compared to the pulse of the club outside. The air was warm, tinged with a faint, comforting scent he couldn’t place—something earthy, grounded, almost familiar. The room was sparse, deliberately stripped of distraction: a single chair, a low couch, muted lighting that made the shadows gentle, and a floor soft under bare feet. Every detail whispered of intention, not indulgence.Elias swallowed against the tightness in his chest. His hands trembled slightly, fingers brushing against the fabric of his jacket as if seeking reassurance. He had never been anywhere like this before, anywhere that demanded honesty without explanation, vulnerability without judgment. Every nerve in his body screamed that he should turn around, leave, escape to the safety of routine and expectation, but he couldn’t. He wouldn’t. Something deeper than curiosity, deeper than rebellion, had led him here.

The morning light spilled unevenly across the dining room, catching on crystal and polished silver, making the space feel simultaneously grand and suffocating. Elias sat at his usual spot, third from the head of the table, fingers wrapped loosely around the edge of his coffee cup. The warmth did little to ground him. His mind was still tangled with the memory of the club, the strange intensity of the guide, and the small, magnetic touches that had left him trembling long after leaving.He tried to push it aside. Tried to focus on the muted hum of conversation from the staff moving silently through the room. Tried to sip his coffee without trembling. And then, inevitably, Alexander arrived.The clink of silverware paused for a fraction of a second when the Vale heir entered. Alexander moved with his usual confidence, the careless sway of a man who owned every room he entered. But today, the practiced ease was tempered by something else. A quiet intensity lingered in his gaze, subtle bu