Todos los capítulos de Yes Sir: Steamy BL Shorts: Capítulo 421 - Capítulo 430

It broke on Thursday.Kieran was working late — alone, the building empty, the floor-to-ceiling windows showing a city that never slept. He was staring at a spreadsheet without seeing it when the door opened and Theo walked in."I thought you went home.""I did. Then I came back." Theo leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, wearing a hoodie and jeans instead of his usual office armor. He looked younger like this. Softer. Undone. "You haven't eaten since lunch.""You've been monitoring my meals?""Margot told me." He paused. "She's very worried about you. So am I.""I'm fine.""You're not." Theo crossed the office, rounding the desk, and Kieran's chair swiveled as he approached — not retreating, not advancing, just frozen. "You're destroying yourself over this, and it's unnecessary. I'm not asking you to marry me, Kieran. I'm asking you to let yourself have this — have me — without treating it like a strategic liability.""You are a liability.""And what am I worth to you?" Theo c

The rumors started on a Tuesday.Kieran heard them from Margot, who closed his office door with the grim efficiency of a field medic delivering casualties."HR got an anonymous complaint. Someone saw you and Theo in your office last Thursday. After hours."Kieran's blood went cold. "Saw what, exactly?""Doesn't say. Just 'inappropriate behavior between Mr. Voss and Mr. Park.' Vague enough to be nothing, specific enough to be a problem." Margot's jaw was tight. "Bennett is asking questions."Of course he was. Marcus Bennett — board member, seventeen percent shareholder, and a man who'd been circling Kieran's position like a shark smelling blood for the past two years. He'd wanted the CEO chair for himself, and when the board had chosen Kieran instead, he'd made it his mission to find a weakness. Any weakness.And now he had one."Who filed it?""Anonymous. But the timing—" Margot's expression said everything her words didn't. Only a handful of people knew Kieran had been in the office

Kieran had sat in this chair a hundred times — at the head of the obsidian table, floor-to-ceiling windows at his back, twelve directors arrayed before him like jurors. He'd navigated hostile takeovers, survived proxy wars, closed deals that other CEOs only dreamed of. This room was his kingdom, and he its undisputed ruler.But today, the atmosphere was different. Today, the air hummed with the electricity of a coup.Marcus Bennett sat at the far end, silver-haired and immaculate, a wolf in a Brioni suit. His lawyer — a sharp-eyed woman named Castor — had a folder open in front of her, and the smile on her face was the kind that preceded bloodshed.Beside Kieran, Margot placed a glass of water with steady hands. Her loyalty was absolute, but even she looked nervous."Theo," Kieran said quietly, before the meeting could be called to order. "Is he—""Conference room B. Waiting." Margot squeezed his shoulder once — a rare gesture of affection — and withdrew.Theo shouldn't be here. That

The company gala was Margot's idea."Annual fundraiser," she said, sliding the invitation across Kieran's desk with the casual menace of a woman who tolerated no refusal. "You've skipped it three years running. This year, you're going.""I don't do galas.""You do now." Her smile was sharp enough to cut glass. "Consider it the cost of survival. After the board drama, people need to see you relaxed. Human. Preferably with a handsome date on your arm, smiling like the world isn't ending."Kieran looked at the invitation — heavy cardstock, embossed lettering, the Voss Technologies logo rendered in gold foil. The Twelfth Annual Voss Technologies Foundation Gala. The Plaza. Black Tie. A night of champagne, small talk, and performative generosity, where the city's elite would gather to bid on overpriced art and congratulate themselves on caring."You want me to bring Theo.""I want you to bring Theo, and I want you to look happy about it. The rumor mill has been churning for weeks. Let them

The ex arrived on a Wednesday.Kieran knew he was an ex before anyone said a word — knew it the way you know a storm is coming when the air goes silver and still. It was in the way Theo's whole body locked up at the reception desk, in the way his easy smile flickered and died, in the way his hand — resting on the counter — went white-knuckled before he deliberately, visibly forced it to relax.Kieran was walking past the lobby when he saw them: Theo and a stranger, framed by the glass doors, the afternoon light catching the stranger's ash-blond hair and turning it into a halo that seemed designed by nature to make people look twice.He was beautiful. That was the first thing Kieran registered, and he hated himself for noticing — hated the way his chest tightened, hated the instantaneous, irrational certainty that this man had seen Theo in ways Kieran hadn't, had touched him in places Kieran hadn't found yet, had known him when he was younger and softer and less guarded.The stranger w