All Chapters of Exclusively His: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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Chapter 16 - The Legend's Ruin

By dawn, the storm had finally exhausted itself and settled into a drizzle. Inside the bedroom, the early morning sun crept in, washing over the tangled sheets.Noah woke slowly,suspended in that honey-thick moment of peace. For a heartbeat, the world seemed small and perfect. He was wrapped in the arms of a man who had promised to burn the world down to keep him safe.He reached for his phone on the mahogany nightstand, only wanting to find out how many minutes of heaven they had left before the real world called. As soon as the screen light came on, his life shattered. BENA (42 MISSED CALLS): NOAH PICK UP. PLEASE.His thumb brushed up the notification. Emails from addresses he didn't recognize began to pour in-How much for an hour, Legend?-I bet you are a biter.-I need my D sucked.-Subject: The Truth About the 'Legend' of Valemont Academy.Blood drained from Noah’s face. His fingers trembled as he tapped the first email, a mass-mail sent to every student, staff and board member

Chapter 15 - Hammers and Nails

Outside, Lockwood Street was drowning. The rain hammered against the rooftops, a relentless staccato that echoed off the pavement. A biting wind tore through the trees, making the world outside feel violent and far away. But in Elliott’s apartment, it was warm and intimate.Noah sat on the oversized leather sofa, his legs tucked under him. He was wearing one of Elliott’s dress shirts. It swallowed him, the sleeves hanging past his fingertips, but it felt like a suit of armor.Across the room, Elliott was doing something Noah had never seen him do: he was struggling with a corkscrew. The man who commanded lecture halls with a single glance was currently frowning at a bottle of wine, his brow furrowed in intense concentration. He had discarded his tie hours ago, and his top buttons were undone, revealing the sharp line of his collarbone."You’re staring," Elliott murmured without looking up."I’ve just never seen you defeated by a bottle of fermented grapes before," Noah teased, his voi

Chapter 14 - The Price of Loyalty

Elliot’s gaze drifted to the six-figure cheque that sat on the mahogany table. It had enough zeros to give Noah a lifetime of tuition, a clean slate, and a way out of the shadows of Black Halo forever. Elliott’s head snapped up, his eyes darting between Noah’s pale face and Julian’s smug. "What the hell is this?" Elliott’s voice was a low, dangerous rumble.Julian leaned back, his eyes dancing with a sort of affection. “Hey, Ginger beer.”“What is happening here, Julian?”“He was trying to pay me off.” Noah cut in. He looked at Elliott, searching for any trace of betrayal. “I was starting to think you were in on the offer.” Elliot felt the air leave his lungs. “No… I have been talking to the stalker who sent the picture of us kissing. He told me to come here. I walk in and I see…”The realization hit him like a punch. He turned to Julian, his eyes widening in surprise and then overtaken with fury. “Are you kidding me? It was you?”Julian stood slowly. "I was protecting you, Elliott

Chapter 13 - Ghost From The Past

The screen of Sebastian’s phone dimmed, but the ghost of the sent message lingered in the air.I’ve got her. She’s starting to talk. I’ll see what I can find out.Sebastian slipped his phone back into his pocket just as they reached the coffee shop, quickening his pace to hold the door open. Bena offered him a warm smile as she stepped inside.Once their coffees arrived, Sebastian settled into his slow-burn interrogation style. “What do you think about Professor Vance?” he asked, leaning back. “Do you think Noah is struggling with the course? Maybe that’s the challenge he is having.”“No, his results are actually very impressive,” Bena replied, blowing on her latte.“How about you?” Sebastian asked, his voice dropping to a more intimate register. “How are you doing?”“Pretty good, actually,” Bena said, taking a slow sip of her drink. She seemed to steady herself. “I’m not letting Noah’s instability get to me anymore. If he can afford Cashmere sweaters and late nights at Black Halo, he

Chapter Twelve - Half Step Behind

Minutes earlier…The heavy thud of the classroom door closing behind Noah sounded like a gavel.His walk to the office building felt endless. Every step was a struggle, like he was wading through waist-deep water. Groups of students drifted past, laughing and chit-chatting, totally oblivious of Noah. But to him, the world was watching. He felt every sideways glance and heard every whisper.The staff member didn't lead Noah to the Dean’s office. She turned left and led him to a side conference room where two men in dark suits were already waiting. Inside, the air was unnervingly still. Cold, too.“Noah Ola?” one of them asked, opening a folder.Noah didn't answer. He looked at the table. Sitting there, in a neat pile, were photographs of him at Black Halo and his academic performance results. “We have a few questions about your job and your relationship with Professor Vance.” Noah’s eyes widened. Present…Noah’s heart hammered against his ribs. His stomach did a slow, nauseating r

Chapter Eleven - Someone's Watching

Noah remained in front of Elliott’s building, reading Leo’s text over and over. He couldn't decide; not when he still felt the prickly sensation of being watched that had followed him all day. He wanted to run to his apartment, lock the door, and disappear. But Leo’s text was an invitation to clear his head. He contemplated for a moment then started toward home, but ended up in Black Halo.He stayed at the bar counter, nursing a drink and watching Leo dance. There was a raw, unapologetic heat to Leo’s performance that made Noah forget, for a moment, how to breathe. When the music ended, Leo hopped off the stage and made his way over, grinning from ear to ear.“Hey Legend,” Leo teasedNoah felt the heat climb his neck immediately. He tried to hide behind his drink, but his cheeks were already burning a betraying red.For the next few hours, they didn’t talk about anything serious and didn’t need to. There were no expectations, no pressure, no quiet rules wrapped in unspoken tension. S

Chapter Ten - Echoes in an Empty Hall

The vibration in Noah’s pocket felt like a low-voltage shock. He didn’t bring out the phone immediately and when he did, he didn’t have to open the message. The name on the lock screen was enough to make the air in the club suddenly feel thin. It was Elliott.Noah stared at the popped up notification, his thumb hovering on it, contemplating whether to open or not. Black Halo was usually a blur of neon and heavy bass, a sanctuary of noise that usually drowned out his thoughts. But now, the laughter from the stage felt miles away.Noah exhaled sharply. He could guess what the text said. It was either asking him to come over or it was an instruction on when and where to meet. It was always a command disguised as a request. In Elliott’s world, he was just a tool for pleasure still, a part of Noah yearned for it. For a heartbeat, he missed the banters, Elliott’s scent as soon as he walked into the room. Then, he looked across the room. Leo was leaning against the stage, throwing his head

Chapter Nine - New Fire

The morning sun filtered into Noah’s bedroom like an unwanted guest. He stirred awake at the sound of his alarm beeping, reached across the bedside drawer and turned the alarm off. He didn’t get up; he just lay there, the silence of his small apartment magnifying the echo of Elliott’s voice from three nights ago. It’s not unusual for a stray to go back to the alley. That was where I picked you up from, wasn’t it?The words had hurt him more than a physical cut would. And every time he closed his eyes, he could clearly see the disdain in Elliott’s eyes as he looked at him. He knew Elliott could be cold but what he saw was worse than that. It was cruelty stemming from jealousy. A side he never saw. Noah swiped the phone screen open, the brightness stinging his eyes. There were no new messages. He scrolled up through their one-sided chat history. He had left tons of messages that Elliott had read but not responded to. His last message, Can we talk? Please, was yet to be read. He stared

Chapter Eight - Crack

Elliott didn’t look the same tonight. His usual tailored blazer was gone, tossed carefully over a chair. His shirt unbuttoned and the sleeves rolled up. He stood at the wall-sized window with a glass of whiskey in his hand, watching the moon’s silver light shimmer over the city. The thoughts of the event that happened in class earlier weighed heavily on him:The way Noah had sprung up from his chair and interrupted almost immediately when he wanted to know why he was being sought after. Elliott took a sip of his drink. He stared down at the grid of the city and watched as the people moved. From his height, they looked like ants. They were too small and inconsequential to him. He had always thought of humans as a means to an end. But not Noah. Noah was a stain on his perfectly curated life and one he could not decide if he wanted scrubbed out or not, and this worried him. His grip tightened on the glass until his knuckles turned white. His eyes caught his reflection in the window. H

Chapter Seven - Where Two Worlds Meet

Several weeks had passed since Noah accepted Elliott’s offer. Most of his nights were now spent in the high-rise, curled up on the tangled silk sheets of Elliott’s bed. The arrangement had been purely transactional; arrive by 7:30, leave by 10:00pm. No sleepovers or early morning coffee. No familiarity in public spaces. No emotional connection. Just service and payment. These were Elliott’s rules and Noah had kept them all, until… One night, he slept off and woke up the next day to Elliott brewing coffee for him. Not angry at him or eager to throw him out. Elliott was relaxed. A little bit too relaxed that morning that after coffee, he made breakfast. They ate and chatted a bit before Noah left. From that day, the boundary they’d live by began to dissolve. Elliott cooked him dinner occasionally. They argued about books, philosophy. Sometimes they sat on opposite ends of the couch reading in silence, the silence between them was oddly comfortable. They bonded over their shared lov

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