[BL] CRAVING HIM: Addicted to His Voice Chapter 371: Home, Hearts, and Hidden Truths

~Zayn’s POV~

"If it’s Evric you’re waiting for," Evans said, noticing my anxious glance, "he’s not coming back tonight. Sothing urgent ca up."

My heart sank. I imdiately dialed Evric’s number, but it went straight to voicemail. "What ca up? Evans, is he okay? What happened?"

Evans started to explain, his face serious. "He might not be able to—"

Suddenly, the front door swung open with a familiar, authoritative click. There was only one person who had a key and the confidence to walk in like that. Evric stepped inside, looking drained from the day’s work but very much present.

"Babe!" I rushed into his arms, clinging to his neck. "I called you. Why didn’t you answer? Evans said you weren’t coming."

Evric chuckled softly, holding tight. "I’m sorry, love. I was almost ho. I didn’t think I needed to."

Evric laughed, pulling close. "I’m sorry, love. I was so close to the house I didn’t see the point in answering."

"You let Evans tease like that?" I pouted.

"Don’t mind him," Evric chuckled, kissing my forehead.

I imdiately shot Evans a look. "You’re lucky you’re my fiancé’s older brother," I teased, though my heart was still hamring from the scare he had given . "Or I’d seriously lose it on you for ssing with like that."

Evans just leaned back against the sofa, a knowing, mischievous smirk on his face. "Look at you, Zayn," he chuckled. "You can’t even stay away from him for a single day anymore, can you?"

I didn’t even try to play it cool or deny it. I tightened my arms around Evric’s waist and t Evans’s gaze head-on.

"No," I answered without hesitation, my voice warm with certainty. "I don’t ever want to be apart from him again."

Evans chuckled and shook his head. "You love my brother way too much."

I t his gaze and smiled. "And I don’t regret it."

I guided him toward the living room, my hand resting possessively at his waist. " Daddy. Are you hungry? I’ll cook anything you want for you, I’ll make anything you’re craving. Na it."

"Thank you, babe," he murmured, hugging tight.

"Hey!" Dean yelled from the sofa. "I’ve been sitting here for hours, Zayn! No water, no food, but the mont your ’Daddy’ walks in, you suddenly rember you’re a five-star chef?"

I leaned against Evric, a smug smile on my face. "Only my husband-to-be deserves that kind of treatnt. Right, babe?"

Evric nodded, his eyes sparkling. "Right, baby."

"Besides," I added, glancing pointedly at Dean, "it’s completely wrong to ask soone else’s husband to cook for you, especially when you have your own partner sitting right there."

Dean let out a mock-offended squawk. "I’m here to visit you, you idiot! That’s what friends do, they feed each other!"

I laughed and leaned deeper into Evric’s side, his arm wrapping possessively around my waist. "Not anymore, Dean. From now on, I only have one person on my nu. I cook only for my Evric—my man, my daddy, my ho. He’s the only one I serve now, in every way."

Evric’s chest rumbled with a deep, satisfied chuckle as he pulled closer, clearly enjoying every second of my public declaration.

"Unbelievable!" Dean shouted, throwing his hands up. "When I was single, I couldn’t breathe because of you two. Now that I’m in a relationship, I still can’t breathe! Why are you always a step ahead of ?"

"I don’t have ti for your drama, Dean," I laughed. I turned back to Evric, reaching up to help him with his coat. "Co here, love, let help you with your jacket."

Nicki and Jaxon burst out laughing at the dostic scene, while Dean huffed and crossed his arms. "Whatever! Everyone, just so you know... I’m also getting married soon!"

Nantam nearly choked on his drink, bursting into laughter. "Are you really that pained, Dean? Are you trying to compete with them?"

"Yes, I am!" Dean shouted, though his girlfriend just shook her head with a smile.

Before Nantam could continue his teasing, Evans cut in, his expression uncharacteristically serious. "Actually, Nantam, you should start preparing yourself too. This isn’t a joke. We should be next. Evric is my younger brother, and he’s getting married in less than two weeks. I really need to step up my ga, don’t you think?"

Nantam rolled his eyes, his playful mood shifting into sothing cooler. "Don’t tell you’re trying to turn our relationship into a competition just like Dean."

"No, Nan, I’m serious," Evans insisted, his voice dropping an octave. "There’s nothing stopping us. I have everything it takes to give you the life you deserve."

Nantam looked him dead in the eye, his voice quiet but sharp. "What about the commitnt, Evans? What about the sacrifice it takes to actually be present?"

"Oh, Nan, I’ve already explained to you—"

"Enough," Nantam cut him in, holding up a hand. "Just enough. When we eventually get to that stage, we’ll cross it. But for now, let’s just congratulate those who actually know what they’re doing."

A heavy silence fell over the group. Evans stared at Nantam for a long mont, his jaw tight. He looked like he was about to argue when his phone began to vibrate in his pocket.

Nantam glanced at the device. "Pick it up. You have a call."

"It’s from work," Evans muttered, glancing at the screen.

"That’s even more reason for you to pick it up," Nantam replied, his tone laced with a bitterness that made it clear there was a massive rift between them.

Seeing the tension rising, Evric leaned over and whispered to , "Excuse for a second, love." He walked over to Evans, whispered sothing in his ear, and both brothers stood up and headed outside to the terrace.

I watched them go, then turned my attention back to Nantam, who was staring blankly at the floor. I walked over and sat beside him, lowering my voice so the others wouldn’t overhear.

"Nan," I said softly, "we need to talk. Truly talk."

Dean reached out, patting Nantam’s shoulder. "Hey, man. Take it easy, okay?"

Nantam gave a tight, unconvincing nod. "Everything is fine. You all don’t have to worry about ."

"That’s all you keep saying," Nicki countered, his voice full of frustration. "You haven’t been yourself since that night, Nantam."

"I’m truly fine, Nicki," Nantam insisted, though his eyes betrayed him.

"You’re not fine!" Nicki shouted, finally snapping.

I turned to Nicki, my protective instincts flaring. "Nicki, what happened? Tell ."

He gestured toward Nantam with a sigh. "Don’t ask . Ask your friend."

I turned back to Nantam and reached for his hand, squeezing it firmly. "Co with ." I led him away from the group toward the dining room, seeking a sliver of privacy. I poured him a glass of water, the sound of the liquid hitting the glass the only noise between us. The mont the glass landed on the table, Nantam looked up, his face pale.

"Zayn," he began, his voice trembling. "You know Evans is bisexual, right?"

I nodded slowly, leaning against the table. "Yes, I know. What about it?"

Nantam swallowed hard, his eyes shimring with unshed tears. "Do you know what they call an orgy party?"

The question hit like a physical blow. I looked at him...