All Chapters of BOYTOYED: 365 Nights With Him: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

LYSANDER'S POV The storm had turned the sky grey and everything else into a mess. I sat in the back of the Audi, my forehead pressed against the cool glass, watching the rain blur the world outside. The studio session had been a disaster. My voice was thin, my focus was gone, and the flashing lights of the paparazzi at the gates had been the final blow.I didn't like being crowded. I didn't like the feeling of walls closing in, or the way the cameras felt like firing squads. My breath was coming in short, shallow hitches, and the edges of my vision were starting to fray."Mr. Zeni. Breathe."Taye’s voice was the only thing I could hear in the car. Before I could spiral into a full panic attack, he shifted. He didn't ask; he simply reached across the seat and hauled me into his lap. He used his body to block out the sight of flashing cameras outside. He held me against his chest, his large hand cupping the back of my head, forcing my face into the crook of his neck. I could hear his h

LYSANDER'S POV Taye’s eyes flashed with something that reeked of hunger and desire, exactly what I'd been hoping for since I started this game. I was getting impatient now, just thinking about how he'd fuck me. I know I had used my weakness to my advantage but I didn't feel even a single bit of shame. Taye walked towards the sofa like he'd cast all his rational thoughts aside.He reached the edge of the velvet cushions and didn’t say a word. He just grabbed my ankles. His grip was bruisingly firm as he yanked me toward the edge of the seat until my lower back hit the frame. He didn't care about the expensive upholstery or the fact that I was a multi-platinum artist. To him, in this darkness, I was just a mouth and a hole that had been begging for him."You've been asking for this since the moment you walked into the foyer, Ly," he rasped, his voice dropping. "You wanted to see what it would be like getting me to fuck you, well, I'd like to tell you that I'm not really nice.”That was

LYSANDER'S POV The morning after was supposed to be a triumph. I should have woken up to the sound of a heavy, guilt-ridden sigh or, better yet, the sight of Taye looking at me with the sort of haunted obsession that usually follows a night in my bed.Instead, I woke up to the smell of expensive coffee and the sound of Taye discussing perimeter rotations in the hallway.I threw on a silk robe—burgundy, to match the bruises I knew were blossoming on my hips—and stalked out of my room. I didn't bother with the belt. I wanted him and everyone else to be aware of what happened last night. “If he thinks he's playing games with a novice, he should better think again,” I smirked. I was a known playboy and I had nothing to be ashamed of. Everyone knew the kind of person I was and so letting everyone know I'd just had sex did nothing to me or my reputation but that wasn't going to be the same for Taye.I walked into the kitchen, leaning against the marble island with a lazy, satisfied stretc

LYSANDER'S POV The music room at the Zeni estate was perfect for the stunt I wanted to pull today. I had traded my silk robe for a pair of low-slung silk trousers and a mesh top that left absolutely nothing to the imagination—including the faint, darkening thumbprints Taye had left on my waist."Are you sure about this?" Callie leaned against the doorframe, her phone already in hand. "Nikko is obsessed with you, Ly. If I call him for a 'collaboration,' he might just arrive with a ring and a prenup.""And that's exactly why he's perfect," I said, checking my reflection and smearing a bit of gloss onto my bottom lip. "He’s loud, he’s beautiful, and he has no concept of personal space. I need someone who will remind Taye that while he’s playing 'loyal guard,' the rest of the world is still starving for a bite of me."“But isn't that the one reason Nikko is like the worst option? You simply want him here to try and get on Taye’s nerves but we both know that Nikko is going to read this wr

LYSANDER'S POV The charity gala for the "Young Artists Foundation" was exactly the kind of high-society purgatory Uncle Julian loved. It was a sea of champagne, fake smiles, and men in tuxedos who looked like they were made of cardboard.I stood in front of the vanity in my dressing room, adjusting the collar of the piece Callie had sourced for me. It was a custom, high-neck black silk jacket, clearly tailored for me with how well it suited me. The back was made with a mesh panel that exposed the curve of my spine and anything else behind. I had a feeling Callie had contributed to the design of this one way or the other.“I hate to admit that you look rather beautiful and hot in this suit,” Callie raised her head from her phone. She was dressed in a simmering black gown that made her stand out. “You might just be able to tempt Taye today.”“Don't get on my nerves,” I glared at her. “I know you're the one who brought the idea for this suit.”“Even if that's true, you can't deny that y