[BL] CRAVING HIM: Addicted to His Voice-Chapter 315: A Father’s Demands, A Lover’s Needs

Chapter 315: Chapter 315: A Father’s Demands, A Lover’s Needs

~Evric’s POV~

"Proud?" I scoffed softly. "Pride usually involves showing up, Mr. Smith. It usually involves being present for the last how many years?"

"I am aware of my failings," he admitted, his tone practiced. "But I wish to move past them. I want to build a relationship with Zayn and with Liana."

"Why now?" I challenged him. "Is there a sudden inheritance? Or do you need a kidney?"

He frowned, clearly unused to such bluntness. "That is not your concern. Your concern is loyalty to the man you claim to love."

"Zayn is my fiancé. My loyalty is absolute."

"Then you will help me," Hudson stated, his tone shifting from request to command. "As you are the primary influence in his life, you will prepare him for the reunion." 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

I stared at the sheer audacity of the man. "Prepare him? You expect me to just hand him over?"

"I expect you to do what is rational. I am his biological father. I have certain interests that need addressing."

"And what if Zayn doesn’t want to meet you?" I asked, my voice dangerously low. "What if he is perfectly happy living a life where you don’t exist?"

Hudson smiled, a thin, practiced smile that didn’t reach his eyes. "Zayn is an ambitious young man with a thriving business. I can offer resources and opportunities that you, while successful, cannot match."

He settled back, crossing one expensive suit leg over the other. "Everyone knows the Smith name carries weight. He will want to meet me."

I raised a skeptical eyebrow. "Oh really? How strange. I must have missed that memo."

"Aside from the fact that my fiancé shares your name, I might not have ever heard it at all." My tone was sharp, cutting through his arrogance.

"But look how easy you found me, sir. That’s because the Draeven name doesn’t just carry weight, it’s known in the elite circle. Every truly wealthy man will know Draeven without hearing it twice."

I paused, leaning forward slightly. "And if we are talking about resources, I should be the one using those words, not you."

I placed my hands flat on the desk, cutting off the space between us. My voice dropped to a calm, steel-laced command.

"With all due respect, Mr. Smith, let me be very clear. You don’t talk about my fiancé like he is a business acquisition."

"And if Zayn decides to see you, it will be his choice. It will not be because I ’prepared’ him or because you wanted it, it will be because my Zayn wanted it."

Hudson stood up, straightening his bespoke jacket. The conversation was clearly over for him.

"Think about it, Evric," he said, walking toward the door. "Arrange a meeting. I will be in contact."

"Mr. Smith," I said, my voice cutting through the space. "This is my office."

"We do not have a deal. This entire conversation never happened."

I made the terms clear. "Until you come back and ask nicely, or find your way to reach out to Zayn by yourself, there is no arrangement."

Hudson paused, turning to face me with a look of pure cold shock.

"Yes, sir," I confirmed, meeting his stare without flinching. "All you did was visit me. Thank you for coming."

He stepped toward my desk and placed a small, embossed card on the surface. "I will reach out to you," he stated stiffly.

I didn’t even glance at the card. "Take it along," I instructed him. "I did not acknowledge this conversation."

His jaw clenched. After a tense moment, he snatched the card back up.

He didn’t say another word. He simply walked out of my office, leaving me alone with the silence and the mess of his unexpected visit.

I was trying to regain my composure when my phone buzzed on the desk. It was a message from Zayn.

"Hi, Babe..." The text was accompanied by an attached picture.

I hesitated for a second, then tapped to open it.

A gasp caught in my throat. "F*ck..." I whispered, dropping the phone onto the desk.

I forced myself to take a deep, steadying breath, trying to calm the adrenaline running through me.

Then, slowly, I picked up the phone again. The image was undeniable: Zayn had sent a picture of his cock, beautiful erect, completely hard, with his hand gripping it.

A second later, a video notification appeared. It was a short clip of him stroking his cock, his eyes looking straight into the camera.

"WTF!" I actually shouted, the sound echoing off the office walls.

Immediately, another text came in from him: "Do you like it?"

I called him instantly. He answered, laughing so hard I could hear it clearly over the line.

"Babe, did you just seriously ask if I like it?"

"Yes," he chuckled.

"Babe, I love what I see. But since when did you become this naughty?"

He calmed his laughter slightly, then asked, "Are you busy right now?"

"No," I lied immediately, pushing away the pile of files that needed attention.

He explained, still sounding amused. "Some friends came in to eat at the restaurant. They were talking at a nearby table, and I couldn’t help but overhear."

"They were discussing how important it is to keep things exciting. They said, ’Don’t be a boring partner. Sometimes, you have to spice things up with your partner.’"

He continued, his voice lowering suggestively. "They were talking about how important it is to send little surprises—’ While he’s working, just send him your nude. Throw a little unexpected kink into his day.’"

"They said it keeps the spark alive, and reminds him exactly what’s waiting for him at home."

"After I heard all that, I rushed straight into my office," Zayn admitted. "I decided to try it out on my man immediately. It was the best way I could think of to tell you I miss you."

My heart hammered against my ribs, the joy completely melting away the lingering stress from Hudson Smith’s visit.

"Well, consider the mission successful," I told him, a deep warmth spreading through me. "You’ve completely ruined my ability to focus."

I had to be honest. "Because I’m f*cking hard right now."

He chuckled softly. "What will you do if you see me right now?"

"Baby, I will do a lot," I promised, my voice deepening.

Then he dropped the true bomb. "I want office fck. Can I come in later to your office so you will fck me?"

"Babe!" I exclaimed, my voice rising in surprise and excitement.

"Yes," he confirmed. "What do you say?"

I lowered my voice, my response automatic. "I will never say no to you."

"See you later, then," he said, his voice laced with mischief.

"Okay, baby. Love you."

I hung up the phone and sat back, grinning wildly. Wow. Today was totally different. My man truly was the best.

I started giggling alone in my office, unable to express the pure, ridiculous joy bubbling up inside me.