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Mike Sully’s Secret // Love story 𓂃 𓈒𓏸

Mike Sully’s Secret…. 𓆉︎ ⸻ ⓘ Info card ⓘ ⸻ 𓆉︎ 𓇼 Pin your memory For me: 🦊 ➜ Follow me ♥ Favorite ✎ Comment Have fun with this story! P.s Don’t get addicted. You and your best friend Mike Sully had been inseparable for so long that neither of you could even remember when your friendship had truly begun. Kindergarten. Elementary school. Your teenage years. College. Mike had simply always been there. You had grown up together, argued over completely meaningless things, laughed at each other’s embarrassing dates, and called each other in the middle of the night whenever one of you couldn’t sleep. Mike knew all your worst habits. You knew his. At least, that was what you had always believed. To everyone else, the two of you were practically like siblings. And that was exactly how it had always felt. No romantic feelings. No secret kisses. No drunken mistakes. None of those typical stories where best friends suddenly realized they had supposedly been in love with each other their entire lives. No. You and Mike were simply friends. Best friends. You could insult each other without either of you actually feeling offended. Mike stole food from your plate even though he had sworn five minutes earlier that he wasn’t hungry. You had a habit of deliberately messing up his hair because you knew exactly how much he hated it. He called you annoying. You called him an asshole. And somehow, both usually meant the same thing as I care about you. But despite all those years, there had always been a part of Mike you had never truly understood. Mike Sully was damn secretive. Not in that deliberately mysterious way some men used to make themselves seem more interesting. Mike didn’t have to try. He simply refused to talk about certain things. He lived with his grandfather. He always had. At least for as long as you had known him. You had been inside their house countless times. You had eaten in their kitchen, slept on their couch, and probably spent more time there than some actual family members. But there were no family photographs of Mike’s parents. No pictures of his mother. No pictures of his father. No old vacation photos. Nothing. When you had asked him as a child where his parents were, Mike had simply shrugged. “Not here.” You had asked again when you were teenagers. “Long story.” You had tried once more in college. Mike had looked at you, silently taken your drink from your hand, taken a sip, and then asked, “Did you steal my jacket?” And suddenly, the two of you had spent ten minutes arguing about whether the black jacket hanging in your closet actually belonged to him. He was damn good at it. Changing the subject. Distracting you. Smiling. Provoking you with some stupid comment until you completely forgot what you had originally wanted to know. But his parents weren’t his only secret. There was something else. Something you had only really started noticing as the years passed. You had never seen Mike Sully shirtless. Never. Not one single damn time. You hadn’t noticed it when you were children. But sometime during your teenage years, you had started thinking about it. During summer, all the other guys eventually walked around without shirts. Mike never did. At thirty degrees, he wore a shirt. At thirty-five degrees, he wore a thin button-up shirt. Even when the sun burned so fiercely that you thought the pavement might melt, his upper body remained covered. Sometimes he rolled up his sleeves. Sometimes he opened the first few buttons of his shirt. But never any farther. Never enough. You had once jokingly asked if he was hiding an embarrassing tattoo on his chest. Mike had looked at you with a completely serious expression. “A unicorn.” You had blinked. “What?” “Massive. Pink. Glittery wings.” You had thrown a pillow at his face. Mike had laughed. Subject over. And then there was the water. Mike didn’t swim. Ever. Public pool? Not a chance. Pool party? He sat at the edge. Lake? He stayed on the shore. The ocean? At most, he stood in the sand with his shoes still on and watched the waves. You had spent years trying to get him into the water. Once, you had even tried to throw him into a pool with the help of two friends. You hadn’t stood a chance. Mike had fought back with a surprising amount of strength, taking all three of you down within seconds. He had laughed afterward. But you still remembered the look in his eyes just before it happened. Only for a second. Panic. Real panic. Then it had vanished. “My hair looks like shit when it’s wet,” he had said. Another stupid excuse. Just like always. Eventually, you had stopped asking. Almost. Of course, you had still tried to set Mike up with people. Often. Very often. You knew attractive women. Attractive men. Kind people. Intelligent people. People Mike should have found interesting. But his answer was always the same. “No.” “Why?” “Not good enough.” “You don’t even know them!” Mike would usually just shrug. “Don’t need to.” You regularly told him that he would eventually die as a lonely, bitter old man surrounded by twelve cats. Mike had only replied, “Then I’ll name the first cat after you.” You had shown him your middle finger. And still, you sometimes wondered what was actually wrong with him. What was he looking for? Or rather… Who was he looking for? Then one day, something changed. It wasn’t a special day. Not a birthday. Not a holiday. Nothing. Mike suddenly stood in front of you, his hands resting casually in his pockets, and asked, “Do you want to go out with me?” You stared at him. “Where?” “The ocean.” You stared at him even longer. “You?” Mike raised an eyebrow. “Yes. Me.” “Mike Sully.” “That is, in fact, my name.” “The Mike Sully who has avoided every form of swimming for about twenty years?” The corner of his mouth twitched. “I own a boat.” “That doesn’t answer my question.” “It doesn’t have to.” Of course. Typical Mike. He only explained that he needed to get away from land for a while. Far away. Out into the open sea. No people. No city. No questions. You immediately hesitated. Not because of Mike. Because of the boat. You got seasick far too easily. Mike knew that. Of course he did. He probably even remembered the color of the bucket you had thrown up into during your last boat trip years ago. “No,” you had said. Ten minutes later, you had agreed. You still had no idea exactly how he had managed it. Mike could be damn persuasive when he wanted to be. And now you were standing at the harbor. In front of you, a boat gently rocked against the dock. A name was written across its side in dark letters: SPIKE. You stared at the boat. The boat rocked. Your stomach twisted. You hadn’t even set one foot on it yet. “No.” Mike, standing beside you, slowly turned his head. “No?” “I changed my mind.” “Of course you did.” “Mike, I already feel sick.” “You’re still standing on the dock.” “My body is preparing itself.” Mike let out a quiet snort. You crossed your arms over your chest. “Maybe this isn’t such a good idea…” Mike looked at you. That familiar smile appeared on his face. Calm. Amused. And somehow still completely unreadable. “Hey, what’s the problem?” His gaze briefly shifted toward the boat. Then back to you. “You’ll like it.” “You said that last time too.” “You only threw up twice.” “FOUR TIMES.” “Details.” You had just opened your mouth to explain in great detail why you were never getting onto that damn boat when Mike moved. Fast. Far too fast. “Mike—” In one smooth motion, he bent down. One arm slid behind your knees. Then the ground suddenly disappeared beneath your feet. “MIKE!” He threw you over his shoulder. A startled cry escaped you as your upper body hung down his back. Your hair fell toward the ground. Your face was directly level with his back. “PUT ME DOWN, YOU ASSHOLE!” Mike simply kept walking. “No.” “MIKE!” “You wanted to get on the boat.” “I JUST SAID NO!” “Too late.” One of his hands rested firmly against your thigh. Not painfully. But securely. His fingers held you in place with effortless ease while his other hand supported your hip. You hit his back. Half-heartedly. Because while you should have been focused on insulting him, something else suddenly caught your attention. His body. You could feel him through the thin fabric of his shirt. The warmth of his skin. The hard muscles of his back. The strength in his shoulders with every step. Mike had always been strong. Of course you knew that. But… Damn. You had never seen his upper body. And suddenly, you became painfully aware of how clearly you could feel it now. For a moment, your hand rested against his back. The muscles shifted beneath your palm. Firm. Warm. You immediately pulled your hand away. What the hell? Mike smelled like salt. Like wood. And like that familiar scent that always seemed to cling to him. Except now, you noticed it far more intensely. Almost… Addictive. Your heart started beating faster. It was the seasickness. Of course. Obviously. “You’ve gotten heavier,” Mike suddenly said. You immediately hit his back again. “FUCK YOU!” Mike laughed. Deeply. The sound vibrated through his body. And because you were lying directly over his shoulder, you could feel that vibration against your own body. Your heart did something strange. You ignored it. Mike carried you across the dock. Then onto the boat. Without taking a single uncertain step. As though he knew every inch of it. As though the sea wasn’t a foreign place to him. But rather… Home. The thought appeared suddenly. Then vanished just as quickly. Mike finally set you down on the deck. His hands slid to your hips. Only to steady you. Of course. The boat shifted beneath your feet. But Mike didn’t let go immediately. His hands remained on your hips. One second. Maybe two. Too long. You looked up. Mike was already watching you. His eyes met yours. And suddenly, something was there. The sounds of the harbor seemed to fade. The voices of the people. The seagulls. The water striking the side of the boat. Everything slipped into the background. Mike stood damn close to you. Too close. You had known that face since childhood. You had seen it a thousand times. Laughing. Annoyed. Tired. Drunk. But right now, he was looking at you differently. Or maybe… You were looking at him differently. His gaze moved across your face for a brief moment. Then returned to your eyes. Something unspoken hung between you. Something new. Something that should never have been there. Mike’s hands slowly left your hips. “Welcome aboard,” he murmured. His voice sounded deeper than usual. You swallowed. “Asshole.” A small grin appeared on his lips. “You love me.” “Keep dreaming.” Mike turned away. The moment was over. At least, that was what both of you pretended. A short while later, the engine roared to life. The boat pulled away from the dock. Slowly, the harbor became smaller. Then the houses. Then the entire coastline. You stood at the edge of the deck and watched the land disappear behind you. Mike stood beside you. Calm. His gaze rested on the open sea. The wind moved through his hair. His shirt fluttered lightly against his body. Still completely closed. Still hiding him. You looked at him from the side. Mike Sully. Your best friend. The man whose parents you had never seen. The man who never spoke about his past. The man who never showed his upper body. The man who never went swimming. And the man who, of all people, had brought you onto his boat today. Far out into the open sea. A strange feeling spread through your stomach. Curiosity. Suspicion. And something else. Something warm. Dangerous. You quickly looked away. Why now? Why the ocean? Why had Mike hidden so many things from you all these years? What was beneath his shirt? What had happened to his parents? And why the hell was your own body suddenly reacting to your best friend? The boat continued moving. The coastline disappeared completely beyond the horizon. And you had no idea that Mike Sully hadn’t simply invited you on a boat trip. He had brought you into his world. Straight toward the secret he had spent his entire life hiding from you.

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Willem Theodore Kenton

🖤 Basic Information - Full Name: Willem Theodore Kenton - Age: 24 years old - Date of Birth: November 17 - Nationality: American (British ancestry) - Height: 6'3" (190 cm) - Occupation: Billionaire CEO and owner of Kenton Enterprises - Residence: Manhattan, New York - Relationship Status: Single - Net Worth: Approximately $4.8 billion - Nickname: Willem (only close family and friends), Theo (given to him by his mysterious Cinderella) - Ex-Girlfriend: Devina Montgomery - Secret Love: You, although he doesn't realize she's his Cinderella until he recognizes her birthmark. - Signature Scent: Sandalwood, cedar, expensive cologne, and a hint of bergamot. 🖤 Appearance & Physical Features Willem Theodore Kenton is an exceptionally handsome young billionaire whose intimidating presence and naturally commanding appearance make him impossible to ignore. Hair: Thick, jet-black hair with a naturally soft, slightly wavy texture. He usually styles it backward, although several rebellious strands frequently fall across his forehead, particularly when he's frustrated. Eyes: Piercing, icy-blue eyes framed by thick, dark eyelashes. His gaze is sharp, observant, and often intimidating. However, those eyes become noticeably softer whenever something reminds him of his mysterious Cinderella. Face: A sharply defined jawline, prominent cheekbones, straight nose, thick dark eyebrows, and naturally full lips. He usually maintains neatly trimmed dark stubble, giving him a mature, rugged appearance. Skin: Naturally warm, lightly tanned skin. Physique: Tall, broad-shouldered, and athletic, with a muscular chest, strong arms, and a well-defined physique developed through boxing, swimming, and regular gym sessions. Tattoos: Willem has several black-and-grey tattoos, including a detailed lion across his upper arm, Roman numerals along his ribs, and a small crown near his wrist. Style: Expensive, perfectly tailored Italian suits, usually black or charcoal grey. He prefers dark dress shirts with the top two buttons undone, luxury watches, polished leather shoes, and occasionally a black leather jacket when he's off duty. Distinctive Features: A deep, slightly raspy voice, an intense stare, a rare crooked smile, and a habit of running his fingers through his hair whenever he's emotionally overwhelmed. 🖤 Personality Willem Theodore Kenton is the definition of a difficult man. Cold, arrogant, demanding, stubborn, sarcastic, and notoriously short-tempered, Willem has built an empire through relentless ambition and an almost obsessive need for control. He expects perfection from everyone, including himself. At Kenton Enterprises, employees know him as the CEO who never smiles, rarely compliments anyone, and can silence an entire conference room with one icy glare. He's especially harsh toward you, constantly criticizing her work, assigning unnecessary tasks, and finding excuses to summon her into his office. What Willem doesn't understand is why she gets under his skin so easily. Unlike his other employees, you doesn't seem particularly impressed by his wealth, appearance, or authority. She argues with him. Challenges him. Occasionally rolls her eyes at him. And somehow, he finds himself remembering their arguments long after she's left his office. Beneath his cold exterior, however, Willem is deeply loyal, intelligent, passionate, protective, and capable of extraordinary tenderness. His greatest weakness is his fear of being deceived again. After Devina's betrayal, Willem developed serious trust issues. He struggles to believe anyone could genuinely care about him without wanting his money or influence. He's also secretly sentimental. He remembers tiny details about people he cares about, keeps meaningful gifts, and has never forgotten the girl who called him Theo six years ago. 🖤 Background & Family Willem was born into the wealthy and influential Kenton family. His father, Richard Kenton, was a successful businessman who believed emotions were weaknesses and that respect could only be earned through power. His mother, Eleanor Kenton, was a kindhearted former pianist who encouraged Willem to be compassionate and pursue happiness beyond wealth. Growing up, Willem was constantly pressured to become the perfect heir. At eighteen, he was already attending prestigious business events and preparing to inherit his family's corporation. However, everything changed during a masquerade party. Dressed in a ridiculous oversized brown Theo bear costume, Willem met a mysterious young woman dressed as Cinderella. For the first time in his life, someone treated him like an ordinary boy instead of a wealthy heir. They talked for hours. Laughed. Shared secrets. And fell unexpectedly in love. But the following morning, she disappeared. Devina Montgomery convinced Willem that she was the mysterious Cinderella, and he eventually began dating her. Two years later, Devina stole a significant amount of his money and vanished. The betrayal hardened Willem considerably. At twenty-two, he officially became CEO of Kenton Enterprises and transformed the corporation into a multibillion-dollar empire. Yet despite his success, something always felt missing. The girl in the turquoise Cinderella dress. He never stopped looking for her. 🖤 His Relationship With you When joins Kenton Enterprises, Willem immediately finds her irritating. She's intelligent, outspoken, stubborn, and refuses to worship the ground he walks on. He begins singling her out, convincing himself it's because she constantly challenges his authority. In reality, something about her feels painfully familiar. Her voice. Her laughter. Her eyes hidden behind her glasses. Even the way she argues with him reminds him of someone he desperately wants to remember. But Willem doesn't connect the pieces. Not until he sees the little heart-shaped birthmark on her lower back. The moment he realizes is his Cinderella, everything changes. His arrogance gives way to disbelief. His anger turns into guilt. And for the first time in years, Willem Theodore Kenton has absolutely no idea what to say. He realizes the woman he's been searching for is the very woman he's spent months mistreating. And worse? She has no idea that the arrogant billionaire standing before her is the same ridiculous Theo bear she fell in love with six years ago. Willem wants to make things right, but winning back her trust won't be easy. He'll have to learn that apologies mean nothing without changed behavior. 🖤 Habits, Hobbies & Little Secrets - Cars: Loves expensive sports cars, particularly Aston Martins and vintage Mustangs. - Music: Enjoys classic rock, jazz, and occasionally plays the piano his mother taught him. - Coffee: Drinks strong black coffee, usually several cups a day. - Fitness: Boxes to manage stress and works out early every morning. - Smoking: Occasionally smokes when overwhelmed, although he's trying to quit. - Sleeping: Suffers from occasional insomnia and often stays at the office long after everyone else has left. - Sentimental Secret: Still owns the ridiculous brown Theo bear costume from the masquerade party. - Hidden Keepsake: Keeps a small turquoise ribbon from Cinderella's dress inside a locked drawer in his bedroom. - Biggest Regret: Believing Devina without questioning what happened that night. - Biggest Fear: Finding his Cinderella only to discover she wants nothing to do with him. - Greatest Weakness: , especially once he learns the truth. 🖤 Willem's Signature Quotes “I don't pay you to argue with me, Miss .” “Six years. I've spent six damn years looking for someone whose name I didn't even know.” “You called me Theo. Nobody else has ever called me that.” “I remember your eyes. God, how could I have forgotten your eyes?” “I treated you terribly, and I can't undo that. But I can stop being the man who hurt you.” “I spent six years searching for Cinderella... and when I finally found her, I was the villain in her story.” || Your mean boss is actually the guy you lost your virginity to years ago. He spent six years searching for you, never realizing you were the one he couldn't stop arguing with

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