Sinful Desires : Gravity Of Us

Ethan stepped into the pulsating heart of the club, where flashing lights danced across the crowded dance floor. The thumping bass reverberated through his body, and the air was electric with the energy of strangers united in their quest for a good time. He navigated through the sea of bodies, his eyes fixed on the bar, where he intended to lose himself for the night.

As he took a seat at the bar, the bartender raised an eyebrow at Ethan's tailored suit and air of confidence. "What can I get you?" He asked, his voice raised over the music.

"The most expensive drink you have." Ethan replied, his voice firm.

The bartender nodded and slid a glass of amber liquid toward Ethan. He tossed it back, feeling the burn all the way down. The music seemed to grow louder, the lights flashing faster, as he lost himself in the rhythm.

Before long, Ethan was drunk, his inhibitions shed like a skin he no longer needed. He got up from his seat and stumbled through the crowd, the flashing lights and pulsating music fueling his reckless abandon. He made his way to the DJ booth, snatching the microphone from the DJ's hand. The DJ protested, "Hey, give that back!" But Ethan ignored him, walking away with the mic.

Ethan staggered back to the bar, microphone in hand, and climbed onto the table. The crowd's attention turned to him, curious about the commotion. With a drunken grin, Ethan raised the microphone to his lips.

"Tonight." He slurred. "All drinks are on me!"

The crowd erupted into cheers and applause, whistles and shouts filling the air. Ethan laughed, feeling a rush of freedom. "Party to your heart's content!" He yelled, before tossing the microphone aside.

The music roared back to life, and the crowd surged forward, dancing and laughing. Ethan stumbled, almost losing his balance on the table, but managed to steady himself, basking in the chaos and revelry he'd unleashed.

Tomorrow was his 26th birthday as well as his engagement party. He'll be getting engaged to a girl he's only met once. Not because of love, but because their families can offer each other the most profitable business alliance.

His parents didn't' even know he was not attracted to women, neither did he dare to openly come out knowing what will be at risk. The heir to a billion-dollar corporation being gay would be a devastating scandal, and that would ruin his father the most. Ethan didn't have the energy to put up with all that, and that's why he simply agreed to getting married. But one thing was sure... He would never be able to give that girl the love she deserves, and he'd make sure to make that clear to her soon enough.

He came to the bar tonight as his last act of rebellion before he gets trapped in a marriage he doesn't even want.

Through the noise and flashing lights, Ethan noticed a stranger watching him from across the room. His chiseled features and piercing eyes seemed almost otherworldly under the flashing lights. Dark hair framed his sharp jawline, and a small smile played on his lips as he watched Ethan with an intensity that made Ethan's heart skip a beat. The stranger's presence was captivating, drawing Ethan in with an irresistible pull.

For once in his life, Ethan wanted to do something for himself. Without thinking at all, he pushed his way through the crowd, walked up to the stranger and kissed him right on the lips, he'd expected the man to push him away, but that didn't happen. The stranger was frozen for a moment, but when he regained himself, he wrapped his hand around Ethan's waist, pulling him closer as he deepened the kiss, a kiss that was more than enough to make Ethan lose all his senses.

Things began to get heated and Ethan had to pull away for a second to catch his breath. "Wait.'' He said, breathlessly. "Not here."

"Damn it!" The stranger grunted, his impatience evident in his voice. "Come with me." He took Ethan's hand and dragged him out of the bar.

"Where are we going?" Ethan asked, struggling to stand up straight.

"A hotel. Get in.'' The stranger didn't give Ethan the chance to ask more questions. He guided him into the car, slamming the door shut behind him. He swiftly took the driver's seat and sped off toward the nearest hotel he could find.

****

They were finally at the hotel. Ethan who was obviously still drunk didn't even resist when the stranger slammed his lips against his in a heated moment of passion.

Soon, their clothes went flying across the room. Both fully naked now, the man pushed Ethan on the king sized bed and stared at him with a burning intensity in his eyes.

Ethan, fully captivated by the stranger's sexiness was far too gone to even think about his actions. He couldn't stop now, it was far too late to stop now.

The stranger slowly got on top of him while staring deeply at his face, taking in every inch of him, memorizing every feature.

He began trailing wet kisses down his body, kissing every inch, as if worshipping him.

Ethan grew impatient by the minute. He grabbed a fist full of his hair, pushed his face towards his and kissed him with such hunger and an urgency that made the stranger giddy with need.

Ethan let out a soft moan as his body trembled beneath the stranger's, his hips slowly thrusting back and forth.

"Please." He cried, begging for more. He wanted more of his touch, he wanted more of everything.

The stranger swiftly turned him around.

"I'll try to be gentle." The stranger whispered in his ear, then gently sucked on his earlobe.

They spent a very wild and passionate night together, having sex more than once, and to Ethan-it was worth every bit and he enjoyed every single bit of it.

Ethan woke up the next day to an empty bed with no sign of the stranger, only his necklace which he must have forgotten and his amazing scent that still lingered in the air, reminding Ethan of the passionate night they'd spent.

The stranger was now a part of Ethan, and the memories of their night together was something he would remember for a very long time....

Ethan was lost in a deep slumber when a burst of sunlight streaming through the window hit his eyes, forcing him to groggily open them. As he squinted, he made out his mother's figure standing by the window, her expression stern. It was clear she had pulled back the curtains, flooding the room with light. Ethan let out a disgruntled groan. "Mom, seriously? Close the window. I've got a killer headache." He rubbed his temples, trying to alleviate the throbbing in his head.

His mother didn't budge, her arms crossed over her chest. "Have you gone crazy, Ethan!?" She yelled. "Did you forget what today is? It's your engagement party, yet you went ahead and got yourself wasted last night. You need to get up and get ready."

Ethan let out a frustrated sigh and pulled the blanket over his head. "Five more minutes, Mom. My head is banging.'' Ethan replied, but his mother wasn't having it. She strode over to the bed and yanked the blankets off him, then she grabbed the glass of water on his bedside table and threw it on his face.

"Mom!" Ethan yelled, instantly getting up. "What was that for?" He questioned, annoyed.

"To sober you up. You're lucky your father knows nothing about what you did last night, or he would be even more furious than I am. Get out of bed and get ready, the guests will be arriving soon, and I'm not going to let you ruin the plans we've made for today. Don't make me come back here." His mother warned, her voice firm. She shook her head in disappointment and walked out of the room.

Ethan let out a frustrated sigh, his hand unconsciously went to the stranger's necklace which he now wore. He had no idea why he took it. He shouldn't have kept it but a part felt so drawn to it that he was compelled to take it. He knew he was never going to forget about the stranger or that night, and this necklace would serve as another reminder of everything.

Although he didn't want this wedding, there's nothing he could do about it, his fate was sealed. He slowly got out of bed and headed straight to the bathroom. It was time to get ready.

****

The Engagement Party....

"Congratulations on your engagement, Mr. Ethan, and Happy birthday. Greetings to you too Mr. Fabian, this is a lovely party." A business associate greeted as he approached Ethan and his father.

"Thank you, Mr. Lucas." Ethan replied, forcing a smile.

The man nodded, then he spoke again. "I don't see the bride anywhere, I would love to give my greetings to her as well.''

"The bride will be joining us soon, they're just running a bit late." Mr. Fabian, Ethan's father, replied.

"I understand."

"Please, do enjoy the party, and thank you for coming." Mr. Fabian said.

He gave a nod and a smile before leaving them to rejoin the party.

Mr. Fabian leaned closer to Ethan and whispered. "I'll leave you to welcome your guests. Fix your smile and do not give people the impression that you're unhappy with this engagement."

Ethan clenched his jaw. "But I'm not happy with this engagement, and I'm only doing this because you're forcing me to."

"It's your duty to see that the company progresses in every aspect, and this marriage is a step in that direction. If you want to keep your position as the heir to all I own, then you'll make sure everything goes well with this engagement. Your marriage with Lily will happen and nothing will stop it." His father stated and walked away with a smile on his face ready to mingle with the guests. Not giving Ethan the chance to argue further.

Ethan balled his fists in rage, he felt like punching something so hard, but managed to control himself.

His best friend soon came to join him. "Hey, man. What's with the angry look on your face? It's your engagement. You need to put a smile on that face or your father will murder you." His friend teased, and laughed.

"Get lost, Marcel. I'm not in the mood for this. Besides, I think it's high time you start acting more mature, don't you?" Ethan looked at him, his expression cold.

Marcel raised his hand in surrender. "No need to take your anger out on me, man, I was only trying to lighten up the mood, I'm sorry." He apologized.

Ethan heaved a deep breath, trying to calm himself. "I thought I could do this, but I don't think I can put up with this any longer. I wanna leave this place, man. It's suffocating. I don't even love this woman!"

"Bro, you don't love any woman except your mother." Marcel replied, hinting on Ethan's affection for the same gender.

Ethan glared dangerously at him. Marcel nervously cleared his throat and apologized. He knows how Ethan was when it came to that subject. It was his biggest secret known only to him. He's also warned him never to bring it up in public.

"Anyways, you can't leave even if you want to, it's your engagement and birthday party." Marcel said. "And why is Lily not here yet? I really can't believe she's late. Have you tried calling her?"

"Why would I want to do that? You know at this point I'm wishing she's had a change of heart and won't even be showing up, at least I can easily get out of this mess." He groaned in frustration.

"Well, that's too bad because here she comes." Marcel said, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips.

Ethan's head jerked toward the direction Marcel was staring, and his world came crashing down. Standing beside Lily was the stranger he'd shared a passionate night with - the same eyes, the same smile.

Ethan's mind reeled with shock. "What the....?" He muttered, his legs turning to jelly.

Marcel chuckled knowingly. "Looks like you didn't get your wish." Before Ethan could react, Marcel pulled him toward the entrance, where Lily and the stranger stood.

As they approached, Lily's face lit up with a radiant smile. "Hi, Ethan," She said, her voice bubbling with warmth. But Ethan's attention was hijacked by the man standing beside her. Their eyes met, and for a fleeting moment, Ethan could swear he saw a flash of recognition, a hint of amusement. The man's gaze lingered, and Ethan felt his heart skip a beat as he realized the stranger remembered him - remembered their night together. Ethan's face went numb, his mind reeling with the impossible coincidence. The man's eyes seemed to bore into his soul, and Ethan's instincts screamed for him to look away, but he was frozen, trapped in the intensity of their shared gaze.

Lily chuckled, noticing Ethan's stunned gaze at the man beside her. "I guess introductions are in order. Ethan, this is my older brother Alex. Alex, meet Ethan, my fiance."

The words hit Ethan like a ton of bricks, leaving him reeling. His world seemed to be unraveling before his eyes.

Alex's smile grew, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Nice to meet you," he said, extending his hand. "For the first time." The smirk that followed spoke volumes and Ethan's face burned with the secrets they shared. Frozen in shock, Ethan struggled to process the unexpected twist. How could fate play such a cruel joke?

The events of last night began flashing through his mind, and his own moans from their love making echoed loudly in his ears.

"I'm fucked!!"

"Ethan!" Marcel nudged his arm, and that brought Ethan back to reality.

"Please excuse me." He immediately excused himself and left there in a hurry.

"Ethan!" Marcel called out to him, but Ethan completely ignored him.

Lily furrowed her brow in confusion. "Is he okay? Is something wrong?" She asked Marcel.

"No, he's just nervous, I'll go check on him." Marcel replied and apologized to her for Ethan's behaviour before leaving. Unknown to Marcel, Alex secretly followed him.

Marcel went straight to Ethan's room. He found him there pacing back and forth with a worried expression on his face.

"What's wrong, Ethan? I know you don't want this wedding, but leaving like that was wrong. You made Lily feel bad."

"Just leave me alone, Marcel. I want to be alone right now, I...I'll apologize to her later." He replied, running his hand through his hair as he let out a frustrated sigh.

Marcel studied him for a moment. He's been friends with Ethan since they were in college, and he could easily tell that what was bothering him wasn't his engagement with Lily; it was something else. "Tell me, Ethan. What's going on? You're worried about something, and I can tell it isn't your engagement." Marcel urged him to speak up.

Ethan looked at him, wondering if he should tell him the truth or not, but how would that sound? Although Marcel was his best friend, he was still worried that he would judge him for sleeping with his fiancee's brother. Not like he knew, otherwise he would never have slept with him.

Marcel wanted to say something else when a knock on the door interrupted them, almost sending Ethan into panic mode.

"I'll go see who it is." Marcel said before leaving to answer the door. Ethan walked to his window, pulled apart the curtains and opened the window to let in some fresh air as he was starting to feel suffocated.

He stood there for a moment, his head spinning with so many thoughts. He soon noticed that Marcel was taking too long at the door. "Why are you...." He trailed off when he turned to see Alex standing behind him with no sign of Marcel in the room.

"Alex." Ethan whispered in shock, he wasn't expecting to see him there. Why was he here? Was he going to talk about last night? Ethan's heart was racing so fast, and he was starting to feel even more suffocated.

"You look like you've seen a ghost." Alex chuckled, taking a step forward. "Relax, I only came to take back what's mine." To Ethan's confusion, he opened his palm, not clarifying what he meant.

"I...I don't understand." Ethan stuttered. He couldn't believe how calm Alex was, he acted like nothing happened between them, he's being way too calm for Ethan's liking, as though last night was a dream.

"My necklace, I know you have it." Alex stated.

Ethan scoffed loudly, he just couldn't understand, but for some unknown reason, he felt annoyed by Alex's nonchalance. His shock was instantly replaced by anger.

"I have no idea what you're talking about, and why should I have your necklace when I've never met you in my life." Ethan replied, his expression stern.

Alex chuckled softly. "I see." He approached Ethan once more, and stopped mere inches away from him. "I'm pretty sure that wasn't how you felt when you moaned and begged for more last night."

Ethan's eyes widened with shock, in a moment of panic, he instantly placed his palm on Alex's mouth. "You'll say nothing about what happened between us, nothing!!! so you better shut the hell up!"

Alex smirked, he slowly took Ethan's hand off his mouth. "Why? Didn't you claim to never have met me in your life?" His eyes narrowed on Ethan.

"You want the damn necklace? Fine!" Ethan took off the necklace, and angrily slapped it in his palm. "There you go, you can have it back!" He said, feeling annoyed.

"You knew who I was, didn't you? You knew I was your sister's fiance, right!!?" He questioned, feeling used.

"No." Alex replied, his face emotionless. "I've only just returned to the country two days ago, and decided to have some fun at the club you visited. I didn't know who you were or had any idea that you were my sister's fiance." Alex explained, but Ethan didn't seem to believe him. "Anyways, it'll be best if you forget about what happened between us, we can put it all behind us and act like nothing happened. I'm not like you, and what happened last night was a mistake." Alex bluntly stated.

"What?" Ethan said, unable to believe his ears. "You're not like me? What happened was a mistake? Are you kidding me? Is this a joke to you? Do I look like a kid or someone you can toy with?" Ethan angrily pushed him away. "You're not like me, yet you had sex with me last night!" He spat in rage, feeling so offended by Alex's words.

"You came on to me like someone who was so desperate. You kissed me first, and I was equally drunk last night, I wasn't thinking straight, that's why I did what I did. It'll be best for us and everyone else if we forget what happened last night. So let's just end this right here and act like two strangers who've never met each other. It's bad enough that I had sex with my younger sister's fiance, don't make me feel more disgusted with myself." Alex spat, and for a brief second, anger flashed in his eyes. "I'm leaving, I only came to get my necklace back." He stated and walked away.

The sting of Alex's words left Ethan speechless. "Disgusted with himself?" The phrase echoed, piercing his pride. Why did it hurt so much? Ethan couldn't shake the feeling that Alex's disgust wasn't just about the situation, but about him, about who he was. The thought seared, fueling a burning resentment. Being attracted to the same gender wasn't something to be ashamed of, so why did Alex's reaction feel like a personal attack?

From then on, Ethan developed a strong feeling of hatred in his heart for Alex, and he thought of so many ways to exact his revenge on him. He felt so insulted and used, and that wasn't okay with him.

He was going to make Alex pay for what he did, and what could be more perfect than molding him into the very thing he professed to despise. Ethan's mind whirred with the possibilities, a plan unfolding with sinister precision. He'd turn the tables, making Alex succumb to the same desires he'd so vehemently rejected.

He's going to make Alex fall for him, make him crave him, and then he'd walk away, leaving him shattered. The game was on.

The perfect revenge!!