All Chapters of Behind The Desk, Under The Mask: Chapter 31 - Chapter 36

♤♤ Winston POV ♤♤ “You heard me.” “I gave you an instruction.” “And I’m ignoring it.” His eyebrows lifted. For the first time that morning, something almost resembling disbelief crossed his face. I picked up his medication. “You’re staying here.” He stared at me. I held his gaze. “The office can wait.” The atmosphere changed the moment the door opened. Mr. Miller walked in. His expression was already hard, his steps measured as he crossed the office. He looked directly at Louis, then briefly at me. I remained where I was. There was no reason for me to look away. His attention returned to his son. “Louis.” Louis straightened. “Father.” Mr. Miller stopped in front of the desk. “I heard about yesterday.” Louis’s expression tightened. Mr. Miller continued before he could respond. “You missed the meetings. The Everton meeting was disrupted. Several directors walked away from negotiations, and a contract worth millions was left hanging because you weren’t where you

♠︎♠︎ Winston POV ♠︎♠︎ I reached for my car keys. The documents on the desk remained scattered in front of me, but I could no longer focus on them. My father’s threats, Mr. Miller’s ultimatum, and the secret I had carried for years tangled together until the office felt too small to breathe in. Louis had left without saying a word. I needed to find him. I grabbed my jacket and headed out. The drive to the Miller mansion was quiet, but my mind was anything but. I kept replaying the moment Louis had walked away from me—the tightness in his jaw, the anger in his eyes, the way he had refused to look back. I should have let him go. Instead, I found myself driving straight to his home. My phone began ringing before I reached the gate. I glanced at the screen. **Father.** I ignored the call. A few seconds later, it rang again. Then again. By the time I pulled up outside the mansion, the calls had become relentless. I silenced the phone and stepped out of the car. The gates st

**Louis POV** I pulled him closer by the loose belt. His body came willingly, solid and unyielding, but he didn’t rush. He simply let me drag him in, as if none of this required urgency.I didn’t wait.My mouth found the side of his neck beneath the edge of the mask. I dragged my tongue along the line of his throat, tasting heat and expensive cologne, already half-hard from the contact alone. He tilted his head slightly, giving me access, but he made no sound. No reaction beyond the slow rise and fall of his chest.“Sovereign, ” he murmured once, voice low and almost bored.That single word made my knees weak. I shoved the white Chanel singlet up his torso with shaking hands, exposing the hard planes of his stomach and chest. My palms slid over warm muscle. He stood still and let me strip him, only lifting his arms when the fabric demanded it. I yanked the singlet over his head and tossed it aside. His belt was already open. I pulled it free and shoved the black jeans down his hips.