Han's POV
I sat in front of the fireplace, the only thing on me a loose robe. My hair was dripping wet, the cold water sliding down my thick eyelashes, making it impossible to see the screen of my phone properly.
"Fuck!" I cursed, hurling the stupid thing across the room. It hit the wall with a loud crack and shattered into pieces.
The noise brought Elvin rushing downstairs, also in nothing but a robe, his hair just as wet.
"Honey, what's the problem?" he asked, his piercing gaze falling on the remains of my former phone. Not that it mattered — I had thousands more at my fingertips.
"Nothing," I blurted.
He walked over, his hands sliding under my robe, fingers toying with my nipples. Normally, my body would have reacted instantly. But now? Nothing. No spark. No thrill. Just... blankness.
Not surprising.
His touch had become just another thing — plain and empty — when my mind was etched onto something, or rather, someone else.
Sensing that his usual tricks weren't working, Elvin pulled me closer, burying his face in my neck. His fingers twisted harder, and his mouth slammed against mine, tongue eager, breath hot and desperate.
When his hand started trailing lower, I'd had enough. I shoved him away.
He groaned loudly. "Argh! You're always killing the fun. What the hell is wrong with you these past few days?"
"I'm not in the mood," I said simply.
"For the past three days?" he snapped. "You, Han, the man who literally wants sex anytime, any day, even if I wake you up in the middle of the night?"
"Work stress, Elvin," I muttered.
He narrowed his eyes. "Work stress? Since when do you not use sex to relieve stress?"
LEAVE!
I said it with a dead glare, and he knew better than to push me any further. He backed off and left my side.
It wasn't really his fault. He had always been my boy toy. I hadn't been anyone's boyfriend since I got out of my last toxic relationship — and after that disaster, I vowed I wasn't stepping into another one anytime soon.
But honestly? There's no real fun left in casual sex. No thrill in having boy toys lined up. And Elvin knew he was just that — a boy toy.
Still, somewhere along the line, he got too comfortable, too privileged. I started slipping, letting him cross lines that should've stayed shut tight. I guess it's time I finally put him back in his place.
My thoughts drifted back to my phone — or what was left of it — and then, like a bad habit, back to my company.
My rival had been playing dirty for weeks now, pulling strings, canceling meetings, getting into the ears of every investor I tried to lock down. I needed those contracts. I needed those investments to launch the new chip we'd developed.
It wasn't just any chip — it was everything. My last shot. My life's work crammed into something small enough to slip between your fingers.
And that bastard was canceling everything.
Every opportunity, every meeting, every single chance I had at pulling in the kind of money I needed.
And I fucking hated it.
Without a second thought, I reached for the drawer beside me and pulled out a brand-new phone, still wrapped in its sleek packaging. Breaking my phones had become a mini therapy session — better that than breaking someone's jaw. So, I always had a backup.
I peeled the plastic off lazily and powered it up. The screen blinked to life almost instantly, and I backed up my files and all and before I could even get comfortable again, a text from the doctor popped up.
Sir, he has agreed to the deal.
I stared at it for a second, reading it once, twice. My body went still. Then all the tension, the anger, the gnawing frustration that had been clawing at me for days vanished — just like that.
A slow grin tugged at my lips.
"Brave boy," I spat out, amused. I knew he wouldn't be able to resist that offer or maybe someone persuade him. Whatever it is it's good.
The deal was sealed. Finally.
I sat up straighter, energy buzzing under my skin. I couldn't sit here anymore, stewing in anger and broken glass. I needed to move. I needed to see him.
Elvin shifted on the couch, pretending to scroll through his phone, but I caught the way his eyes kept sneaking glances at me. Waiting. Hoping. Pathetic.
"Where are you going?" he asked as I stood up, tying the robe tighter around my waist.
"Out," I said shortly.
He frowned. "Now? It's late. Come back and rest with me—"
I shot him a look so cold it could've frozen the fireplace mid-burn. He clamped his mouth shut immediately.
I had no time for this tonight. Not for Elvin's neediness. Not for distractions.
I disappeared upstairs quickly, stripping the robe off and throwing on a fresh set of clothes — black jeans, a dark shirt, boots. Fast, simple, forgettable. The kind of look that let me slip into the night without being noticed.
My mind was already racing ahead. Tyler.
After so much resistance, he finally caved. I couldn't wait to see the look on his face. The way his pride would sting. The way he would glare at me while knowing he had no choice now but to obey.
By the time I was downstairs again, Elvin was still sitting there, sulking silently. I didn't spare him a second glance as I grabbed my keys and headed out the door.
The night air hit me sharp and cold, clearing the last of the anger haze from my head. Perfect.
I slid into my car, turned on the engine, and pulled out onto the empty streets. Every second ticking by made my pulse race faster. I wasn't just going to meet Tyler tonight — I was going to remind him exactly who held the leash now.
And God, I was going to enjoy every second of it.