LOGINPresident?NEOHe was supposed to be in bed.Of course he wasn’t.I found him in the kitchen instead, one hand braced on the counter while the other fumbled with the bandage around his shoulder. The gauze had already started slipping again, blood seeping faintly through the edge like he’d been ignoring it for longer than he should’ve.He didn’t even turn when I walked in.Just exhaled through his nose, like pain was an inconvenience rather than something worth stopping for.“Don’t tell me you’re trying to handle that yourself,” I said, moving toward him.The first thing I did after waking up was look for him. I was still thinking about the shooting, still replaying everything that could’ve gone wrong. I hadn’t even checked my phone like I usually did.Instead, I ended up bringing it downstairs with me.“I might have to call Mr. Bramwell. Your shoulder doesn’t look good,” I added.I reached for the gauze, but he leaned away.“I can do it.”“No, you can’t,” I said flatly. “Stop being st
Come Here, RockstarDANIELQuestions. Medical check-ups, plus a few claps on the back for being a hero. The next hour tested my patience like never before, with Neo pacing and freaking out in front of me. “I told you to stay put. It was a simple instruction, Neo.” I growled. The sight of him running toward me while the shooter was still out in the open had sent more panic crashing through me than having a gun pointed at my face.It didn't matter that I’d disarmed the shooter, what if he had another gun? What if he had a second gun I’d missed? Terror crawled over my body. I could handle getting shot. I couldn't handle Neo getting hurt. “You were shot, Daniel.” He crossed his arms over his chest. “What were you even thinking? That you’re Superman?” He heaved a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You’d already neutralized the gunman, and I thought you were going…to….die.”His voice wobbled at the end and my anger vanished into thin air. Other than my unit buddies and a few peop
One Shot AwayNEO“Someone has to stop him.” Daniel tried to pull his leg away but I held it tightly. A cold sweat broke out all over my body. He couldn't possibly be saying what I thought he was saying. My mind couldn't stop playing out so many what-if scenarios. We had been having a nice conversation, one where Daniel was finally talking about himself and the next second all this happened.“It doesn’t have to be you. The police—”“It’ll be late by the time the damn police get here.” Daniel looked more serious than I’d ever seen him, scrutinizing the whole park with eagle eyes. “Don’t. Move.”And he was gone before I could continue arguing.I watched in horror as Daniel crossed the wide open expanse of grass toward the shooter who had a gun aimed at someone on the ground. A tree blocked my view of who the victim was, but then I crouched lower, and my horror doubled. Now I understood why Daniel had that expression on his face before he left. The gunman was pointing at a man and a c
For A Brief MomentDANIELThree weeks. That was how long Neo had been avoiding me. We’d been in the same space of course. Still attended interviews and rode in the same car. As a client and his bodyguard. Every conversation had ended before it started. Not when he was arguing with his mom one time and I tried to talk or when I found him sitting outside the pool in utter silence. He wouldn’t look at me. When I touched him accidentally or not, he pulled away. I couldn't look at him without thinking of the scars on his back.I could ask him, but that would be too intrusive and crossing the line, so I just let him be.Right now we are at a charity event. One Vivian had insisted that Neo attended last minute. The building was large the way these events always were. Music industry noise disguised as elegance. And of course, cameras blinking everywhere like a cherry on top.Neo kept checking the time on his phone, clearly wanting to leave as soon as possible but unable to. I watched as h
Faded, Not GoneNEOI could still feel Daniel’s fingers on my back.Not the good kind of touch — the one that had me rocking on his lap like I’d lost my mind. No. The other kind. The one that had brushed over those ugly, raised lines I never let anyone see.The scars. I thought years of countless surgeries were going to make them disappear. But things didn't work that way. It was still there, no matter how hard I tried to convince myself otherwise. My stomach twisted as I stared out the car window, the city blurring past. I’d yanked my shirt down so fast in that storage room I nearly tripped over a box. Daniel hadn’t said anything since, but I could feel his eyes on me in the rearview mirror every few seconds. Heavy. Questioning.I hated it.I hated how exposed I felt. Not just my body, that part had been easy, raw and desperate and wanted. But the scars? Those were mine. A reminder of my father’s cruelty. And now Daniel had touched them.“Neo.” His voice was low, careful. “You oka
Under His SkinDANIELNeo wrapped his hand around both of us and started stroking.“Fuck, Neo…” The words tore out of me before I could stop them.He rocked on my lap, stroking us faster, his fist tight and perfect as our cocks slid together. Precum leaked steadily from both of us, making everything slippery and obscene. The wet sound of skin on skin filled the tiny storage room with every stroke. Every shift of his sent a jolt through me. I should have stopped this.Instead, my hands gripped his ass harder, pulling him down as I thrust up into his fist. The friction was driving me insane. Every roll of his hips made our cocks grind together, the head of his brushing mine on every upstroke“You’re so fucking hard,” he gasped, voice wrecked as he stroked us faster. His thumb swiped over both our tips, spreading the mess, and my head fell back against the wall with a groan I couldn’t hold back.“Neo— shit—” I grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him into another messy kiss, tongues
BreachedDANIEL’S POVThe headline didn’t bother me.The look on Neo’s face did.His hand trembled when he passed me the phone. Barely there, a flicker in his fingers, but I felt it like a punch under my ribs.Neo and His Bodyguard: Why Do They Look So Close?Close.If they knew how close I wanted
Where You Go, I GONEOThe door slammed before I even realized Daniel was moving. One second he was standing there, jaw clenched, eyes cutting through me like he was trying to hold himself together, and the next… he was gone. Just gone.The echo of it rippled through the house and straight through
Trying to Escape MyselfDANIELI didn't know what I was doing. But I did know I didn't want it to stop. My length strained against my shorts as I ran a thumb over his throat again. His plump lips parted and I couldn't help but bring our faces together, inhaling his citrus scent. Our lips grazed and
Under His GripNEOThe second Daniel walked away, I knew the room felt wrong. Anne was still talking, but all I could hear was nothing—just the look on his face before he turned away. Anne and I met when I was starting my music career. Things were tough back then, but she stayed until she got tired







