[Caius POV]
"Mister...please touch me again?"
He was sitting on my lap, his warmth seeping through my clothes. He guided my hand to his face, closing his eyes as he leaned into my touch. When he opened them, I felt like I was being pulled into a vacuum. His eyes were mesmerizing—a world I didn't want to leave.
He moved closer, his gaze dropping to my lips. His breath was warm, ragged, and smelled faintly of the "juice" he'd been drinking. I'm an actor—I'm used to beautiful people—but I was losing my patience. When our lips finally touched, the dam broke.
I kissed him aggressively. He was clumsy, clearly inexperienced, but he tasted so sweet it made my mind go wild. The scent of vanilla and alcohol was a dangerous mix.
I wanted more. I wanted to map every inch of his soft skin.
Just as my thoughts started to turn dark, a cold realization hit me. What am I doing? I pushed him back, just enough to break the kiss. My heart was thundering. This is a man. I've never been with a man before. So why did this plain, messy-haired kid feel more attractive than every supermodel I'd ever worked with?
He didn't pull away. He just rested his forehead against my arm, his breathing heavy. The drug was clearly still in his system.
"Aish," I muttered, rubbing my temples. This kid was going to be the death of me.
I carried him to the shower, hoping the cold water would snap him out of it. I put him in the tub and turned on the spray. He reached out, his hand trembling as he caught mine.
"Mister..."
"Just focus on the water," I whispered, my voice hoarse. "I'm right here. I'll help you."
But then he used his other hand to... Wtf. I stood there, frozen. This kid was making me lose my d*mn mind. How could someone so innocent look so dangerous?
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[Gabriel's POV]
Ring. Ring. Ring.
The sound was drilling into my skull.
"Brother... open the door," I mumbled, reaching out to shake the person beside me. They didn't move.
I forced my eyes open. This wasn't my ceiling. There were no posters of film directors or cracked paint. This was a high-end, modern room. My head throbbed. I looked down and realized I wasn't wearing anything but the blanket. I let out a strangled yelp. "W-what is this?!"
The man beside me groaned, shifting under the covers. "It's too early for shouting."
"Who—who are you?" I stuttered. My vision was a blur without my glasses. I scrambled to find them on the nightstand, my heart racing.
The man sat up, looking completely unbothered, and handed me my frames. I shoved them onto my face, grabbed my boxers from the floor, and dived back under the blanket. Once the world came into focus, my blood ran cold. He looked familiar. Too familiar.
"What did you do to me?" I demanded. Before he could answer, the door clicked.
"Gaby? I'm coming in since you won't open up!"
Seb. Oh no. If Seb saw me like this, he'd tell my brothers. And if my brothers found out...
"Hide! Quickly!" I hissed at the man.
"Why should I? You haven't even thanked me for last night," he said, stretching casually as he get his eye gunk and reached for his phone.
He was so annoying that I lunged at him, trying to shove him under the duvet. He fought back, grabbing my arms. We wrestled for a second before we lost our balance. I went down, and he went down under me—but in the chaos, I landed in the most embarrassing position imaginable. My face was... there.
Click.
Seb was standing in the doorway, frozen. And behind him, looking like a god of wrath, was my brother Callum.
"WHA—WHAT IS THIS?! GABRIEL!!!" Callum's voice shook the walls
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Ten minutes later, we were all in the living area. I was wrapped in a robe, sitting on the sofa next to the mystery man and a very guilty-looking Seb. Callum stood in front of us, his face a mask of fury.
"Brother, I—"
Callum ignored me, grabbing my arm to check for bruises. When he was satisfied I wasn't hurt, he turned his gaze to the man beside me.
"I don't have all day," the man said, leaning back comfortably. "Just say what you need to say."
He clearly didn't realize that Callum was the scariest of my brothers when he was angry.
"You're Caius Vale, aren't you?" Callum asked, his voice low and dangerous.
My heart stopped. Caius Vale? The actor? The one from the news? I looked at him again. It really was him. I had slept in the same bed as the nation's top star.
"Yeah," Caius answered shortly.
"So, what were you doing with my friend? Did you take advantage of him?" Seb chimed in, sounding panicked. "Because if you did, I'll make sure your career is over by noon."
Caius scoffed.
"You should be thanking me, Young Master. You left your 'friend' drunk on the floor of a VIP lounge. I brought him here so he wouldn't get harassed by paparazzi or creeps."
Callum's eyes snapped to Seb.
"Seeeeeb..."
Seb dove behind my back.
"Big Brother, I'm sorry! I got drank when Seb wasn't looking! It's my fault, don't be mad at him. "
But before Callum could kill Seb, Caius stood up.
"I'm leaving." Callum nodded curtly, letting him pass since he had one more thing to settle with Sebastian.
"You. Don't move. We need to talk." he said while pointing at Sebastian who looks like a wet puppy.
And I felt a surge of guilt. Caius had helped me, even if he was grumpy about it. I scrambled to the door before he could leave.
"Wait! Mister... Caius! I'm sorry... and thank you." I gave him the most sincere smile I could muster.
Caius paused.
He looked at me, a strange smirk playing on his lips. He leaned in, his voice a low whisper against my ear.
"I'm not done with you yet, Vanilla. You should try and remember what you did to me last night. I'll definitely make you pay me back the next time we meet." He brushed his thumb against my lower lip, his eyes dark and seductive, before turning and walking away.
A sudden flash of a memory hit me—the heat of a kiss, the smell of whiskey, and the feeling of being held.
Wait... did something actually happen?