CHAPTER 120: CHAPTER 120 HOT MASSAGE.

When the talk was over, Daniel and Draven went to the kitchen to bring in the evening meal they’d prepared — something to enjoy while watching a movie together.

Night was closing in faster than ever, and the honeymoon day was almost over. Soon, they would have to face the world again and all the troubles waiting for them.

All those days had been calm for Xylander and the boys. Daniel, though a handful, had been a godsend in his own way — bringing laughter and chaos in equal measure.

In the parlor, Xylander was stretched out on the couch, legs resting before the table, while Alexander sat casually on the armrest beside him. Another serious discussion had started — one that Xylander deliberately kept away from Daniel and Draven. Draven, after all, was a chatterbox; whatever he heard would reach Daniel’s ears in minutes.

"This isn’t safe," Xylander began quietly. "It’s been almost a month now, and his pregnancy will last three months — typical omega traits. With Matt lurking around, staying here isn’t the best idea."

Matt had made his threats clear. He even sent Xylander a message that read:

"I am watching you."

The thought alone made Xylander uneasy. Matt was after vengeance, and no matter how careful they were, Daniel would still be in danger. The only solution seemed to be leaving — another country, a quiet place to stay low and give birth safely. Afterward, Xylander planned to join them and finally leave behind their chaotic life.

"What you said makes sense," Alex admitted, folding his arms. "But Daniel won’t like it. He’ll want you with him. He’ll understand you’re doing this for the baby, but what happens when the child grows up and asks where his father was?"

Xylander nodded slowly. "That’s why Draven will go with him. It’s for the best. I can feel it — something dangerous is being set up for us. The target will be Daniel."

Alex began to pace, thinking deeply before sighing. "Xyle, Matt isn’t doing this alone. Your mad ex’s fiancée is helping him — and those other rivals who couldn’t stand watching a young billionaire take over the business world. They’ll all come for you. You both need to go to that safe place and leave me here. I’ll handle things my way — even if I have to hunt Matt down myself."

Xylander pressed his palm to his forehead. He was torn. The local authorities weren’t doing anything, and no progress had been made in catching Matt. It was frustrating.

Meanwhile, Xylander’s phone — set on silent behind him — rang continuously, unnoticed. Their minds were too clouded by thoughts of Daniel’s safety, especially with his pregnancy nearing a critical stage.

"I won’t let you handle it alone," Xylander said at last, voice firm. "If this keeps happening and keeps me from being with the one I love, then maybe money isn’t everything. After this, I’ll leave it all behind — the empire, the business — everything. I just want a quiet life with Daniel and the boys."

He had made up his mind.

Just then, Daniel came in with a plate of fried plantains and sauce, the aroma instantly filling the room. Everyone turned at once — it smelled divine.

They didn’t waste time digging in. Crunchy, golden plantains vanished within minutes.

As they were finishing, Draven leaned closer to Daniel and whispered, "Remember what you promised? You said you’d tutor me. I’m going back to school in two days, and I don’t want to fail."

Daniel chuckled softly and nodded. "Tomorrow morning, we’ll start at ten. Sleep early and be up by seven if you really want to succeed."

Draven grinned. "Anything to pass that annoying class."

Alexander stood up to turn on the TV while Xylander went to get the popcorn — but to their surprise, the television that had been right there in the morning was gone.

"How did this happen? It was just here," Alex said, bewildered.

The special movie night they’d planned was now in jeopardy. He didn’t even care much for movies himself, but Daniel had been looking forward to it.

Draven frowned and inspected the wall. "Alex, we get that you hate movies, but seriously, don’t be a prick. Where’s the TV?"

Alex turned sharply. "Excuse me? I just saw it was gone! What would I gain by hiding it?"

Draven’s eyes shifted toward one person — the silent, smug-faced Daniel.

"Don’t give me that look," Daniel said, rolling his eyes. "It’s in my room. Go get it."

Draven groaned dramatically. What a dramatic boy...

He climbed the stairs and found the TV exactly where Daniel said — tucked in the closet. Shaking his head, he hauled it back downstairs and set it up just as Xylander returned with a big bowl of popcorn.

Finally, everything was ready. They cupped Daniel between them on the couch, pressed close together, and the Netflix screen flickered to life.

Minutes into the movie, Daniel yawned. He was already bored. Sitting still through a film wasn’t really his thing.

"Can I get my massage now?" he announced suddenly, pulling everyone’s attention from the screen.

It was unfortunate timing — Draven and Xylander were hooked on the show’s most interesting scene. Only Alexander, twitching with mild amusement, seemed unaffected.

"Just one more episode," Draven pleaded.

Daniel nodded... innocently.

A few seconds later, the television went dark. Draven’s eyes widened — Daniel had unplugged it, smiling mischievously.

"Now, can you come give me that massage? Don’t keep a pregnant lady waiting."

Draven groaned. "Why me... why always me?"

He dragged himself up, muttering silent regrets. Of course, he loved kids, but the thought of sleepless nights and endless crying made him shudder. Next time, someone remind me to use a condom, he thought, then snorted softly. But condoms never feel as good as— He shook his head quickly, catching himself.

Daniel sat on the glass table with a sly grin, tilting his head toward them. "Now, remove your clothes one by one and start the massage."

They exchanged quick glances — but followed orders.

Alexander began unbuttoning his shirt slowly, revealing his smooth chest and sculpted abs under the warm lights. Draven, already shirtless, tugged down his shorts, the fabric sliding down muscular legs.

Xylander, wrapped in his usual heavy layers like a scientist preparing for a moon trip, struggled with his clothes until Daniel lost patience and tore the long-sleeve shirt open himself, yanking away the pants in one swift motion.

"Sorry — not sorry," Daniel said with a teasing smirk. "You can always get another one."

Now left only in boxers, their silhouettes glowed faintly under the dim light — and Daniel grinned like a spoiled prince.

"Begin..."

The air grew heavy. Boxers were flung aside, soft laughter filling the room.

Daniel lay down on the table, face pressed into a small pillow, his bare back smooth and pale under the gentle glow. Warm oil dripped slowly onto his skin, sliding in teasing trails as hands — strong, careful, and eager — began to roam across his ivory body.

Each touch deepened the moment, slow and tender, melting into the night.