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"I'm so relieved," my mother exhales as I make her dinner in our tiny kitchen.

I smile at her over my shoulder. "Me too. The mortgage has been paid off, we don't have to worry about anything anymore, mum. We're going to be okay. Everything is going to be okay."

Her blue eyes glimmer with relief. "It is, isn't it?"

My hand continues stirring the vegetables that are cooking in a pan before I drape the spatula over the side. "Yeah," I nod confidently. "We're going to be okay. Always. I told you things would work themselves out."

She stands up from the kitchen table and walks towards me, pressing a soft kiss to my cheek. "Thank you for always being by my side and supporting me," she whispers.

"Chessman's is our business. I would never let you go through all of this by yourself." I state, wrapping my arms around her.

"Declan said that he's working with his solicitors to place the business back in our name but he explained that it isn't a straightforward process, it takes time. But he's been showing me the progress and soon it'll be officially ours." She murmurs into my chest before pulling away.

I nod and turn my attention back to the stove. "Well we trust him. I trust him. It might take time but it will always be ours."

"Of course," she says before sitting back down again. "I've got an interview for a new job next week."

My brows pinch together painfully. "You're getting another job?"

"I need one," she sighs, resting her head onto her fist. "We might be okay with the payments on the mortgage but I still want to work towards paying Declan back. After everything he's done, I won't rest until I've earnt at least a tiny bit to give him. I can't let him do this for nothing but out of his own kind will."

The corners of my lips slide into a grateful smile. "We can save together, mum," I nod. "I want to help as well. Even if he doesn't accept it, I want him to know that we're serious about this."

My mother studies me for a few moments, eyes still glimmering. "Agreed." Her fist drops. "I'm so proud to have you as a son, Luca. I don't know what I'd do without you. I'm so glad that you've found Declan and he treats you right, you deserve it."

"He does treat me right," I fold my arms over my chest, already dreaming about my perfect boyfriend. When am I not dreaming about him? "But I want to treat him better."

"Well that's easy," she says confidently. "You're you, Luca. You've always put people before yourself, show him just how much you love him."

My heart swells. I will, until the day I die.

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I love Sunday mornings at Declan's. They're so peaceful. His house feels like a second home to me and I never feel out of place. He always makes sure that I have everything I need but little does he know that it's only him I need, everything else is an added bonus.

Waking up to his gorgeous face is a blessing. Long lashes, defined jawline and perfect little plump lips. I could stare at him all day and find new things to fall in love with. I pinch myself at the thought of having him like this.

He's mine. Yes, he's yours, Luca.

Declan's hand shoots out to touch my face, startling me. "I know you're watching me," he grumbles into the pillow.

I squeeze my legs together at the sound of his voice, not that it does anything for the growing sensation in my cock. "It's hard not to stare when you look like that."

"Like what?"

"Beautiful."

Then he proves me right again by flashing me a lazy smile, still tired from waking up a moment ago. Holy hell. I let my lips part and my entire body turns to jelly at the sight. "You do wonders for my ego, Luca." He tugs me into his chest slowly.

"Like your ego needs any more stroking," I roll my eyes but snuggle into his chest anyway.

He laughs softly. "I could name something else that could do with some stroking."

My hand raises to shove his chest but he doesn't move an inch. "How can you go from cute to horny in a matter of seconds?"

"That's easy," he states. "Being around you makes me this way."

I breathe through my nose quickly. "Yeah... right."

"Come on," he tugs at my hand and slides out his side of the bed, flashing his impressive chest and an even more impressive bulge in his black boxers. "Let's take a shower."

"Together?" I gawk.

"Yeah, together."

I watch as he walks around his bed and proceeds to his en-suite. He pauses by the door and glances back at me. "Come on," he gestures for me to follow, then he disappears and the sound of the shower running echoes into the bedroom.

My teeth bite down on my lip as I pause for a moment. A shower together? I can do this. I can definitely do this. So why am I stalling? Fuck. I need to embrace moments like this.

Just remember what he said about seeing you fully naked.

I suck down a breath and nod to myself, throwing the covers off my body and I trail after him. I'm still in my t-shirt from last night, I haven't quite found the confidence to keep it off when we sleep yet and Declan says I can do things that I'm comfortable with.

It's not that I'm not comfortable with him, it's my own insecurities I need to battle first and this might help me move forward. I want to be able to cuddle Declan stark naked at night and not worry about how easily he can peek at my body.

But I know things like this take time and I'm not punishing myself for my own feelings.

It will come with time. I keep telling myself.

I slip inside the bathroom to find Declan standing under his grand rain shower head that is coating every inch of his body in droplets of water. He's naked, cock staring straight at me through the glass.

Declan tilts his head as I stand facing him, knotting my hands together in front of me. "You going to stand there or join me? The water will get cold."

My eyes roll on command. "Don't be silly, I know you have hot water every minute of the day."

He flashes me another award winning smile. "Don't be a smart ass and get in here."

I nod once and bring my hands up to the hem of my t-shirt. I hesitate but tell myself that this is Declan, the man that is in love with me. Deeply, passionately in love with me. I tingle just thinking about it.

In one swift movement I tug it from my body before I get in my own head and pussy out. Why would I want to miss out on this?

Declan's eyes darken when they lay on my chest. I've always thought I looked too slim, barely any muscles or abs to show. But when he looks at me like that, I remind myself that I am enough.

How can I expect anyone else to love me if I can't love myself?

I press my fingers into my boxers and push them down my legs until I step out of them. I stare back at him and keep my arms at my sides, even if they're fighting to cover my body because it's what I'm familiar with.

His jaw tenses as he gives me a once over. "Fucking get in here now before I lose my shit."

So I take a step forward and then another until I'm at the edge of the shower. Declan extends his arm and wraps his long fingers around my wrist. He tugs me inside and I gasp as he slams me into the glass wall, his body covering mine with his dominance and core clenching height.

His mouth latches onto mine and I whimper. I slip my hands up and over his bulging muscles, ones that feel amazing against my skin. How often does he go to the gym to keep up this physique?

When I feel his entire body press into me and I feel his hard cock prod the bottom of my stomach. I kiss him harder, twisting my head to take his tongue deep in my mouth as they graze one another.

I've barely acknowledged the water that pours over us as he kisses me as if I'm the air he breathes. He'll die without me and it makes me fizz with excitement and newfound lust that I can't control.

He slips his hand down the centre of our stomachs and grabs a bottle of body wash with the other, then I peek down to find him latheting the soap in his hand. He grabs his cock and strokes it, the bubbles forming over his length. Then he reaches for mine, I press my forehead into his chin as I moan.

"Oh God," I cry.

His hands are talented, obviously he knows how to touch a man–he has a penis himself. But fuck, it's like he knows exactly what makes me quiver and shake. Just enough pressure, always at the right pace. He knows me, like he's studied me and I thrive on the thought.

Declan drops his hand from my cock and lines them up against each other. I glance down seeing just how thick he is compared to my own. I'm not small but I'm nowhere near as big as he is. The girth on that thing is lethal–my ass definitely knows it.

But he takes me by surprise as he strokes us at the same time. I clutch onto his arms as he presses me back into the glass further, pleasure rushing to my core and making pre-cum drip everywhere.

"Fuck," he rasps, nuzzling his head into my neck.

I can't help but look down. In absolute awe. The way he works his hand around the both of us. It's so fucking errotic that I have to take a sudden breath before I collapse. As if knowing my thoughts he wraps his other arm around my waist, holding me up.

He presses kisses to the edge of my jaw and along the column of my throat. "Declan," I moan when he runs over the tip of my cock and back again. "Yes. Oh god. Yes."

When his tongue extends and he licks right behind my ear. "I love you, Luca," he whispers over the noise of the shower.

I whimper pathetically, crumbling at my knees like I said I would. "I love you too," I pant as he continues to stroke us until I'm shuddering. "So much."

His soft kisses are completely the opposite to his harsh strokes, hitting all the right spots until I almost forget my damn name. "Come for me," he rasps. "Come all over my stomach."

My eyes ping to his quickly as he smirks down at me, eyes dark and lashes damp. Such a beautiful, beautiful sight. His hand speeds up and I'm a ball of mess against him. "Oh fuck," I moan. "Oh that feels so good."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah..." the word dies in my throat. "Declan!"

My entire body erupts and I cling onto him as he eases my orgasm out of me. All of my cum paints his stomach like he wanted, and he doesn't stop. His cock throbs against mine and it heightens everything to the extreme.

For a moment I can't see anything, stars light up in my mind. "That's it," he groans. "Good boy."

I practically fold at the praise as I take sudden breaths.

"Now get on your knees." He demands.

I'm already there because I can't even hold myself up anymore. He releases our cocks and steps back, giving me space to kneel in front of him. Then I open my mouth without him asking because I want it. I want it so fucking bad.

He fists his cock again and rests the tip on my tongue. "Shit," he groans loudly when our eyes meet in a heated stare. His hand moves rapidly and before I know it the taste of his cum paints my mouth.

"Ohhhhh fuck," he clenches his jaw, not taking his eyes off me for a second. "Swallow every last drop, Luca."

My core clenches again even though I'm so damn sensitive. But I happily swallow because I enjoy the taste of him, I enjoy pleasing him. As his stroking comes to a stop, I close my mouth and take down everything until I lick my lips.

"Jesus," he hisses, eyes as dark as midnight.

"You taste good."

He hoists me up and pins me to the glass door again, covering my mouth with his. "You're going to kill me one day, Luca."

I laugh gently. "I don't want that to be a reality. I need you."

"I'm all yours."

✧

Declan pops to town to grab us some breakfast from a bakery that doesn't deliver. I lounge on the sofa watching some show on Netflix that I've convinced Declan to join me watching. It's a load of rubbish but it's entertaining and even though he doesn't like to admit it, he's hooked.

When the credits start to roll on one of the episodes, I sigh and lean back. My eyes flick across his well put together living room. It's so homey here that I feel like I fit right in, like I'm always meant to be here.

I glance down at his coffee table which is neat apart from a folder that's sitting funny. My brows pinch together as I lean forward, I shouldn't be snooping but my curiosity gets the better of me.

Declan never hides stuff from me and I doubt he'd leave something really important laying around. I take the folder between my hands and flick open the first page. I'm not really reading the context, just scanning. All full of fancy words. It's probably a document from his solicitor.

When I see the word 'Chessman's' in the text, I sit up on the sofa and flick through more of the pages. My eyes can't stop moving as I read rapidly, that's when my blood turns to ice. It's as if someone has dumped cold water over my entire body.

Chessman's is now in Declan's name and solely belongs to him but he wants to turn it into... a gym. The transfer of businesses has been signed and my family business is to be dissolved immediately. Losing the business, the building and all the money we put into paying the mortgage over the last couple of years.

Bile rises in my throat as I flick through the pages frantically. His signature and name is over every fucking page. Tears swell in my eyes as I shake my head. "No, no, no, no," I chant out loud as my hands shake.

What the fuck is this?

I can't stop staring at Declan's signatures. Everywhere.

My eyes clench together, tears rolling down my face because I can't even stop them.

I slam the document back together and place it back onto the coffee table. Then I start to pace because I have no idea what to do. My hands itch and I shake them out but I'm riddled with anxiety coursing through my veins.

Declan stole the company from us to benefit himself. My fingers knot into my hair as I choke.

No. This can't be happening.

I can't catch my breath.

Was everything a lie? I knew it was too good to be true. The thought has always been in the back of my mind.

Did he only want to get to know me to take the business away from us? His key motive. Pretend that he was in love with me so he could stab us in the back at the end of it.

I press my hand into the sofa before I fall over. Fuck. I have to get out of here. I need air before I suffocate. I stumble to the front door, tears blurring my vision. My hand grabs the door handle and I take a step outside.

Oh God. Oh God. What has he done?

What have I done?

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Author's Note

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