INICIAR SESIÓNElias“If you don't want to tell me, just say so,” I snapped, crossing my arms and glaring at the counter. “No need to exchange secret looks like that. Geez.”"Elias," William called sternly. "Drop the attitude.""I'm not having an attitude," I muttered, though I didn't look at him. "I'm just pointing out that I cleared your entire afternoon, handled your work, and drove across the city, only to find you having a cozy little nap while your ex treats me like a stray dog."Arthur let out a soft chuckle from the stove, setting down his spoon. "I treat stray dogs much better than I treat you, Elias. And also, you get paid to do that. Except the last part, you should have saved on the gas""Arthur, stop poking him," William sighed, resting his forehead in his hand. He turned his head slightly to look at me. "Barret went to Arthur's eastern office as you already know. He was asking questions about my personal life. He's looking for proof that... that my marriage to your mother isn't what it
EliasI was feeling a lot of different emotions, but happiness was definitely not one of them.It had been more than seven hours since William left the office. He hadn't picked up my calls, and he hadn't returned a single text message. For some unknown reason, I was beyond furious.An hour past the end of the workday, I marched straight to Arthur’s apartment building because I knew that was his initial destination. If I found William there, I’d be twice as mad and I actively refused to ask myself why I even cared that much.I rang the doorbell and stood in the hallway, forcing myself to stop tapping my foot against the floor.The door opened a few minutes later. No, exactly seven minutes later.“I know you were watching me through the peephole and you enjoyed keeping me waiting,” I snapped the second Arthur opened the door.He smiled, looking too relaxed. “Good to see you again… um…”“Elias. And I know you remember that,” I snapped, brushing right past his shoulder and walking into th
WilliamI was at Arthur’s apartment. He was pouring a drink, completely unbothered by the fact that I was actively spiraling into a panic attack.“So you can come to my place,” he said as he finished pouring. I didn't say anything. He poured a second glass, came around the kitchen island, and offered it to me.“I can’t drink. I need to go back to the office. I still have work.”He raised an eyebrow, stretching his hand out even further. I let out a heavy sigh and took the glass.“Is this how you always receive your guests?” I asked, my eyes scanning from his white shirt down to his legs, where he was wearing nothing but a pair of briefs.“I wasn’t expecting company,” he said with a chuckle, leading the way over to the seating area.I waited for him to get comfortable before sitting on the exact opposite end of the sofa. He laughed at my defensiveness but made no attempt to move any closer.“What did Barret do?” I demanded.“Tsk, tsk, tsk. Can’t you even ask how I’m doing? That’s very
EliasTwo weeks. That was how long I’d been working with William. We attended meetings, I brought him coffee, I ran him through his day, and he absolutely refused to tell me a single thing about the moments we didn't spend together.Two weeks without a single problem.Until his brother, Barret, came back to work, of course.William let out an irritated sigh the moment Barret walked through the door. “You are supposed to go straight to your own office or HR, Barret. Not come to mine.”“I already cleared everything with HR,” Barret said, flashing a smug smile. “Our departments work hand in hand, so I thought I’d stop by for a quick brief.”“Go get that from your own assistant.”Barret’s head turned slowly to where I was standing by the door.“I’m not your assistant, so I’m not briefing you,” I said before he could even open his mouth.He snorted. “I wouldn’t want a brief from you anyway. You’re sloppy and…”“Elias is good at his job,” William cut in. “If he needed any judgment, I’d be t
William“What are you doing, Arthur?” I gritted out as soon as Elias excused himself to go to the bathroom.Arthur slowly looked up at me, then shifted his gaze toward the direction Elias had disappeared. “What do you mean, dear William?”“Don’t you dare give me that act!” I snapped.His eyes drifted lazily from my face down to my chest.“Arthur…” I warned, dragging his name for a bit too long.“So, you got married,” he said and his voice made it very clear he was not interested in my marriage. “We haven’t talked since then.”I shook my head. “Don’t do this. Not here, at least.”“Then where? You’ve refused to see me since the wedding.”“I’m here, aren’t I?”“Yeah. Because this is business. This is the only way I can get you to talk to me.”“Listen,” I said, leaning in closer across the table. “This project is important to my company, and whatever happened between us…”“I swear, if you say it didn’t mean a thing, I am going to kill you right here.”I let out a heavy, defeated sigh. “
WilliamThe door clicked shut, and the silence of my office settled uncomfortably over me.I looked down at the mug of coffee he had left on my desk. I picked it up, took one more tiny sip just to confirm it still tastes like it was made of contempt, yes, still did, and walked over to my private bathroom to dump it down the sink.He’s going to be the death of me, I thought, leaning against the marble counter and staring at my reflection in the mirror.My chest felt tight. Having Elias in my home was something I’d learned to brace myself for, I knew how to handle him behind closed doors.But having him here… I sigh, placing my arms on the counter and leaning forward. It won't be easy with him here at the office. I can’t push him too hard and I can't allow him to get to me .I went back to my desk and forced myself to work. But every time the elevator down the hall dinged, or a shadow passed my frosted glass door, my eyes snapped up.At exactly 12:45 PM, the door opened.Elias walked in
Elias.The energy between us was thick with anticipation. I walked slowly, with steady steps. My heart thumped in my chest. Excitement, fear, nervousness….“You know how the rooms are divided?”He nods.“Ill need you to take the lead here.”He steps forward and moves to the left. The couples segment
ElliasThe air at pure leather was heavy with the musk of arousal and the smell of alcohol. I leaned back in my seat watching the beautiful scene that was happening before me.The dominant was doing a wonderful job with the ropes, carefully trying them around his submissive. My eyes roamed around th
ElliasI sat in the very last row, the mahogany bench feeling like a church pew at a funeral I wasn’t allowed to mourn. All my muscles were tense. A part of me was thrilled my mother was walking into this. Another part was scared because the man will be around every single day.I could successfully
Ellias3 months laterSharp, rhythmic rapping against my bedroom door dragged me out of a dreamless, heavy sleep."Elias. Wake up. The first of the town cars are pulling into the drive."My mother’s voice was as crisp as the morning air, devoid of the tremor I’d been carrying in my own voice for nin







