Aiden Hale
Still panicking as he stood in front of me. He didn't answer me. He just started walking towards me.
I tried organizing my thoughts but I panicked.
I began to notice inconsistencies within the penthouse doors that were locked at specific times.
I noticed drawers that were empty but show signs of recent use, and rooms that appear staged. It flowed into my head at that very moment.
Cassian on the other hand was dealing with pressure from the Rourke board but he tried to hide it.
Fortunately for him it was pretty obvious. The moment the butler knocked on the door. Saying:
"Your presence is requested in the boardroom"
I knew it had to be two things. One was definitely me. The other was probably his father.
Instantly he bit his lip and whispered something I could not hear. Instantly, he dropped the whip and left.
I could see the anger on his face. It was quite visible because it had bought my curiosity at this point.
"Get my clothes"
He said angrily before he closed the door.
I kept on wondering if his father knew he was into this. I sighed with relief as I sat on the bed
With my hand on my temple, I couldn't help but wonder. Why would someone be into something like using whips.
Cassian was into kinky stuff like this. Even though low-key I found it hot. A deeper emotional feeling resurfaced underneath my consciousness.
Why was so faced with being dominant. It was almost as if he was masking something. I knew that for sure.
***
Cassian Rourke
And there I sat with countless reports of document leaks, financial anomalies, and cyber intrusions.
All of it looked like Evidence that was planted to suggest Aiden is responsible. Should I believe? Did I have a choice not to believe?
All this agitated me further. My suspicion grew, but so did his fascination.
It was just a shame that this stupid board meeting had to come in the middle of what I had planned for Aiden.
Is it strange that our interaction had become tense. Almost filled with silence and charged glances.
I couldn't resist him. Which came as a suspicion because I had had countless men in my bed.
Yet none was stuck in my mind the way Aiden was. I was desperate to break him and make him mine.
His stubbornness and willingness was definitely going to make it easier.
I had to face a struggle internally between rational doubt and emotional compulsion. I couldn't help it.
The urge to spend more time in Aiden's presence was becoming more than necessary.
My growing obsession with him was slowly beginning to alarm me.
"Cassian, what do you have to say about all of this?"
A voice pulled me out of my thoughts and back to reality. I sighed bitterly as I spoke.
"We'll have to access everything further before we can make a final analysis"
What corroded me was watching him read, move, and breathe with a focus that bordered on my obsession. I did all this through the camera in his room.
Just as I was about to leave and continue with I had started with Aiden, security rushed in alarmed me.
"Excuse me sir but there is physical threat emergency. A blackout has occured in the private elevator shaft connected to the penthouse."
"Fuck"
I cuss under my breath. My suspicion arises. What could all this mean?
"The Security systems failed for twenty seconds, and our hidden camera captured a masked figure attempting to override the lock on the penthouse door."
As I rolled my hand into a fist. My anger became more visible. I hated not being in control.
I hated all of this was happening right underneath me. If I wasn't able to get to the bottom of this. I knew it was not going to end well for me.
As I intercept the footage. The intruder's motive becomes unclear. But the timing suggests that someone wanted Aiden to be vulnerable. But why?
Was it possible that he was in on this? I thought. I concluded that the best thing to do was confront Aiden with the footage.
***
I looked at him. Studying his expression looking at his reaction for answers.
Aiden looks visibly shaken. He realized his confinement was not only about suspicion but about danger.
My demeanor could not help but shift slightly into something more protective, although i refused to acknowledge it.
Why was I feeling this way over him? What was going on with me.
I gave orders to transfer Aiden to the upper-level guest suite.
It was supposed to be disguised as a security protocol move.
But it was fueled by my increasing fear that Aiden's presence may attract more attacks.
Now everything had changed the trajectory of the entire attack was obviously multifaceted.
I needed to find who was behind all this and they were bent on framing Aiden.
***
Aiden Hale
I wake up in the upper suite with a sense of unease. First of all I didn't even know how I got here?
Obviously they had gotten better with their drugging antics.
As I trird to grasp my surrounding that looks different from the previous one, it hits me.
There was an attack in the building from the security protocol that had occurred.
Then I noticed that the luxury of the everything here did little to calm me.
I notice that the surveillance remains. Yet from the outlook of things the space felt closer to Cassian's personal quarters.
I'm intrigued. Is Cassian Rourke tr
ying to deepen the sense of forced intimacy?
I don't know why but it makes me laugh. Where is he going with this?