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~~Jay~~“What the hell was that about?” Alex asked the moment Lena and his sister were out of earshot. His voice was low but sharp, cutting straight into me.I wanted to ask the same damn thing. But hell… I don’t know myself.My heart was still hammering from the hug, my mind twisting with questions I couldn’t untangle. I loved her no, I knew her but something about her didn’t sit right. It was like looking at a mirror that had just the tiniest crack running through it. Still reflected Lena, but wrong in a way that made your stomach flip.I stretched out my hand toward Alex. Between my fingers was a single strand of hair dark, fine, unmistakably hers. It caught the light as it dangled, proof of what I’d pulled when I hugged her.“Have your doctor friend carry out a DNA test,” I said. My voice was steady, even though inside I was shaking.Alex’s eyes narrowed. “You think she isn’t Lena?”I shook my head immediately. “No… she is Lena. I’m certain of that. I’d know her anywhere. The scar

~~Jay~~“Here you go,” Alex said, his voice calm as ever, as he set a brand-new phone and sleek laptop on the table in front of me.For a second, I just stared. It was ridiculous how something so ordinary could punch me in the chest like this. My throat tightened, and before I could even stop myself, I leaned forward and kissed him quick, impulsive, but real. I didn’t know how much I missed electric devices until now.Alex brows lifted, his lips curling into the faintest smirk. “If I knew getting you a phone and a laptop would make you kiss me and make you this happy, I would have gotten them a long time ago.”I rolled my eyes and swatted lightly at his chest. “Oh, shut up.” My voice came out softer than I intended. I didn’t even know why I did it, but the truth hummed in me: I kind of liked it.And then…. “Ha!” I gasped, sharp and loud enough that Alex immediately stiffened.“What happened?” he asked, tension flashing across his features.Instead of answering, I grabbed his hand and

~~Alex~~The last thing I expected to happen today was getting laid after weeks and not just laid, but like that. I’ve never in my life been the type to let any man inside me, never entertained the thought of being the one penetrated. But with Jay… it was different. It wasn’t about dominance, or weakness, or roles. It was about him.And hell… it was heaven.Every part of me craved more, a second, a third round. But then I looked at him. Jay lay there flushed, his chest rising and falling fast, lips swollen from my kisses. He looked utterly spent, fragile in a way that clawed at something deep in me.I wanted more but he needed care.So I forced myself to pull back, to breathe, to be the man he needed. Carefully, I slid him out of me, wiping away the mess with a warm cloth I’d fetched from the bathroom. He flinched slightly at the touch, but then relaxed when he realized I was just cleaning him up.“Easy,” I murmured, my voice softer than I intended. “I’ve got you.” Never in my life di

~~Alex~~I didn’t blink. I had the taste of the lie on my tongue and the feel of it settling like armor.“Yes,” I said, voice even, colder than I wanted. “Lena is pregnant. With my child.” I repeated again like I was trying hard to convince myself that the real truth.My father’s eyes narrowed until they were slits. For a long moment he simply looked at me as if measuring how much of me was still his son and how much of me had become something else entirely.“What the hell is wrong with you, Alex?” His voice was quieter now, dangerous in that way that meant the next words would cut. “Is Jay into you as well? Do you even know his whereabouts? Please tell me you don’t, because Chairman Hale has been tearing this country apart looking for both his children. Tell me you only know the whereabouts of one.”The question landed like a thrown knife. I felt the weight of it: Hale’s reach, the Yakuza whispers, the way our enemies smelled advantage in any family fissure. He wanted to know I hadn’

~~Alex~~My father sighed, the weight of our conversation still hanging in the room like smoke. For a second, I thought he might press again, but instead, he stood. I trust him enough to know that he’s always going to be there for me regardless of what happens, and he will always Ben support my weird decisions and roll with it…. Something my mom would never do in this lifetime. My happy is letting this go and allowing me to make my own decision. I watch as his hand lingered on the knob before he pulled the door open.And there, standing in the doorway, was James. Didn’t we talk a few minutes back…? How come he here so fast. Maybe he was in his way here Al read when we were talking.“Oh… James, son,” my father said, his tone warming instantly. “How have you been?”James straightened up, offering that easy smile of his. “I’ve been good, sir. Busy, but good.”They exchanged a firm handshake, the kind my father always gave when he respected someone. “Good, good,” he said with a faint nod,