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282 pages, ebook
Published March 20, 2015



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‘Nikolas was a bit of a force of nature, like air—as Ben had once told him. Not breathing, he missed it.’
‘...., Ben began to wonder if he should try to change Nikolas—stop him smoking, drinking, doing whatever else he did to block reality. Should he be trying to make him eat healthily, take some exercise, not kill people…? He began to see that he loved Nikolas because he was so flawed. He needed Nikolas’s flaws so the perfection was all that more… exquisite.’
Ben began to trace a finger around Nikolas’s nipple, hard and prominent beneath the thin cotton T-shirt. “We have two days before I need to be on set though…”
“Don’t wheedle. Bearded men shouldn’t—is wheedle a real word?”
“Two whole days… And we really ought to stay out of sight…”
“Pathetic.”
Ben sat up and stripped off his T-shirt.
Nikolas smirked. “Better.”

„Disbelievingly, Ben saw that they were canopied by a mass of stars, the Milky Way spiralling above them in the clear summer sky. Nikolas was kissing slowly around Ben’s ear and down his neck in time to their slow steps.
In all the years he’d known Nikolas and all the things they’d done together, Ben wondered if this moment was the one he’d remember at the final count of days. It was an occasion for declarations of something, proposals perhaps…A time to say..."
What Ben Rider-Mikkelsen didn’t know couldn’t hurt him. Which neatly answered the question he’d posed earlier. No, he wouldn’t tell Ben the other things about his life that Ben would probably find…upsetting. They weren’t relevant to them.
“Do you know, of all the dumb things you’ve ever said over all the years I’ve known you, and trust me, you have said more than your fair share, that is the most dumbest thing I’ve ever heard you utter.”
“Most dumbest is ungrammatical. Miles Toogood would be turning in his grave if he were dead.”
“I rest my case.”
“I only left you because I love you. I’m so fucking dumb.”
“And I don’t tell you things because I love you, and then I don’t tell you I love you either. So I’m even more—fucking dumb—as you so eloquently say.”
“Я тебя люблю.Ты нужен мне.” “I love you. I need you.”
“To all the guys in my fan club who keep the faith and make the writing process a little less pointless.”







They had always done things a little differently. It was kind of their default setting.You can’t fully appreciate the humor in this quote outside of its context, but Ben is essentially right, he and Nikolas have always done things differently. Their relationship, but especially their mindset and the way they see their relationship, is pretty twisted and so far from anything resembling an healthy dynamic, and they keep tricking me into thinking they’ve finally learned to be more sane or at least more balanced. Maybe they have, as far as it’s possible for them, at least. Ben keeps surprising me, saving the day (and their relationship) when I expect him to go off the rails, while Nikolas is his usual frustrating self, even though his view of human relationships makes a lot of sense given everything he’s gone through in his life. Somehow, they work, they won’t win any award for Most Sane Couple anytime soon, but it works for them and it’s working for me.


“I cannot win with you, Ben. When I lie, you do not like it. When I am entirely honest, you are afraid. How do you want me to be? Tell me, and I will try to be that for you.”
Ben heard as clear as if Nikolas had added it, “While I still can.”
“Will you fucking let me finish one sentence? Please!”
“Don’t swear at me, Nikolas.”
He’d even seen the man’s name on the Forbes World’s Billionaire’s list—well below his own, he was pleased to see.
Nikolas despaired at Ben sometimes. He genuinely didn’t know about Ctrl.Shift.N. How pathetic could anyone be?—and he’d been an actual spy…incognito…
Nikolas wrinkled his nose at the small sedan. Ben occasionally accused him of liking cars that were big enough to fit his ego, but in this case a large off-roader would definitely be more suitable.
He could hear Ben’s voice in his head. “You’re not killing her.”
Yeah.
“No, technically you do work for me…ANGEL?”
“Nope, technically we both work for Mergers. I work vertically but—fucking hell! Ouch! Do you want me to be there at just the critical moment to save your fucking life?”
He stabbed the keypad. Follow me, you fucking moron.
Squeezy read this, glanced up then strode over. “I thought it was like a fucking test or something!”
“Test! What—?”
“You show up and see if you can get me away from his side!”
Had he been gifted with another life—one that had not seen him incarcerated in a Russian prison when he was seventeen—he would have become an architect or civil engineer.
Nikolas Mikkelsen was free to walk any time he wanted. Clearly, he didn’t want to.
He was Ben’s default setting. But now, Ben realised clearly for the first time that to Nikolas he was just a…just one of the emeralds on the string running through his fingers.
Nikolas thought he would rather die than hurt Ben Rider-Mikkelsen, and that was something he had never ever thought about anyone.
He’d swum that sewer to the end, climbed out, washed off, and emerged into the sunlight. Nothing, nothing, was going to follow him out of that rankness and touch Benjamin Rider-Mikkelsen. Nothing.
Nikolas wanted to slip his arms around Ben, perhaps have Emmy take a photo of them. He frowned at his own very uncharacteristic thought. He never touched Ben in public, and he never wanted his picture taken. How odd. He returned to thinking about convertibles.
As he’d once told Ben, why should he change to suit anyone else’s convenience?
Whatever Nikolas was, Ben humanised him.
“I like you too much, which has always been my mistake. I liked you before I loved you, which is why I fell in love with you, even when you were an obnoxious bastard no one could’ve liked. But I did. I’ve always liked you, and I’ve always loved you, and that’s why you hurt me when…”
“I don’t trust her. You were right. What she did hurt me, and I didn’t see it at the time. All this armour, all my ability to keep the things that hurt me away, and I let her in through a crack, and she wounded me. It hurts to think of you at a party, being nice to her, liking her, telling her that you love her as you love your other friends.”
You can’t protect me like this. You’ll make a mistake. What would you do if something happened to me because you made a mistake?”
Nikolas rested back into Ben’s hold, tension slipping out of his body little bit by little bit. “I would die.”
“I only left you because I love you. I’m so fucking dumb.”
“And I don’t tell you things because I love you, and then I don’t tell you I love you either. So I’m even more—fucking dumb—as you so eloquently say.”
She just came out of nowhere and claimed that relationship with you when it meant nothing, and I couldn’t when it meant everything. But I’m such an idiot—I forgot. I genuinely forgot that I don’t need that kind of shit from you. I have this.” At Nikolas’s puzzled frown, he clarified, “I have the fact that you nearly killed yourself to get to me. You stepped off that bus without a single mask in place, and I think I saw the real you for the first time.”
Ben was the only person in his whole life who Nikolas would not sacrifice to the altar of his own survival.
He felt Ben take his hand, down between the seats, where the hold would be private.
He pulled Ben’s hand up onto the armrest and held it openly.
He had made this life, and he would live it the way he wanted.



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