THIRD PERSON'S POVIn the heart of the bustling city, the powerful CEO of Quinn BioMed Innovations immersed herself in the stack of documents sprawled across her expansive mahogany desk. The air was thick with ambition and the promise of innovation as the company prepared to unveil its groundbreaking medical machine. News of its development had sent ripples through the industry, attracting a multitude of eager investors hoping to capitalize on the impending success.Her secretary, Mia, a loyal confidante and best friend, knocked lightly before entering the office. With a clipboard in hand, she informed the CEO about the ongoing process of sorting through the avalanche of applications for the machine. They were meticulously rejecting institutions with questionable backgrounds, ensuring that only credible candidates remained in the running. The CEO's fingers tapped rhythmically against the polished surface of her desk, a habit of hers when deep in thought.“You won’t believe it,” Mia s
ADRIAN'S POVToday was like any other Thursday. The clinic buzzed with the usual rhythm of medical consultations, and I was lost in the familiar cadence of patient care. I thrived on the chaos of the small clinic, where my best friend, Damien, and I had built a sanctuary for those seeking help with their reproductive health. As I wrapped up with my last patient of the morning, a sense of accomplishment washed over me. It was a fleeting moment of satisfaction before the shadows of my personal desires crept in again.As the last patient of the morning exited my office, I sunk into my chair, a sigh escaping my lips. It was noon, and the exhaustion was palpable. My thoughts drifted to Damien, picturing him in a Parisian café, charming the locals with his wit and charisma. But it was more than the envy of his adventures that gnawed at me. No, it was the emptiness that filled the void he left behind. He was supposed to return tonight, yet it felt like eons had passed since I last saw him.
ADRIAN'S POV It had been a long day at the clinic. After sulking and yearning for Damien's presence for about an hour, I was ready to pack up and head home, my mind already drifting to the comfort of my couch and the latest episode of my favorite series. As I rummaged through my bag, a sudden flurry of footsteps echoed down the hallway, breaking the monotony of my routine.I looked up, startled, just as Sienna burst into my office, breathless and flustered. "Adrian!!!" she shouted, her eyes wide with urgency. I blinked in confusion, my heart racing a little at her sudden entrance. "What's wrong, Sienna? Why are you running? What's happening?" I asked, concern creeping into my voice.Still panting, she managed to gasp out, "Quinn BioMed Innovations!" "What? What about them?" I replied, my curiosity piqued. Quinn BioMed Innovations was a prominent name in the industry, and I felt a knot of anxiety twist in my stomach. They are the company who owns that one of a kind machine that we
DAMIEN'S POVThe flashing lights and thumping bass vibrated through my chest, mirrored the chaotic energy of the VIP room. The past two days have been a whirlwind – lectures, panel discussions, endless networking. Sharing my journey as a male gynecologist in a field dominated by women had been surprisingly rewarding, but utterly exhausting. Tonight, I'd promised myself a release, a chance to unwind with the new colleagues I'd connected with at the seminar.We'd secured a prime spot in this renowned Parisian nightclub, a haven of plush velvet seating and crystal chandeliers. Bottles of champagne flowed freely, laughter echoed, and the air was thick with the scent of expensive perfume and something more primal.Two women clung to me, their perfectly painted nails tracing patterns on my bare chest. The top buttons of my shirt were undone, a deliberate act of rebellion against the professional image I'd cultivated for the past few days. Their whispers were breathy and suggestive, their bo
ADRIAN'S POVTwo days. Two days since I last heard from him, two days spent staring at my phone like it was a crystal ball capable of predicting his call. Finally, Thursday afternoon, freedom was within reach. I was practically vibrating with anticipation, already halfway packed, when my phone buzzed. Damien. My heart leaped.Of course, he was calling to ask me to pick him up. He’d be landing tonight, back from that soul-crushingly seminar in France. I answered the call with an enthusiasm I hadn't realized I was capable of."Damien! Took you long enough! Finally decided to call, huh? I was starting to think you forgot my number." I even managed a playful laugh. My mind was already racing, picturing the look on his face when he saw me waiting at the gate.The silence that followed was a punch to the gut."Adrian," he said, his voice a smooth baritone that usually sent shivers down my spine. Now, it just felt like a prelude to disaster. "Listen, something came up. I need to extend my st
ADRIAN'S POV I stared at Selena, my jaw practically scraping the pristine white floor of the clinic. "Excuse me? You want me to do what?" The words felt foreign leaving my lips, coated in disbelief and a healthy dose of apprehension.Selena smirked, a dangerous glint in her eyes that sent a shiver down my spine despite my best efforts."You're a genius, Adrian, and I doubt your hearing's that poor. I meant exactly what I said.""You're joking, right?" I asked, desperately clinging to the hope that this was some elaborate, bizarre prank.She shook her head, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders. "No. I'm serious. I'm a busy woman, Adrian. I certainly won't reschedule, and I'm definitely not allowing a refund.""Sorry, Ms. Quinn, but there's no way I can do that. I don't offer that kind of... service." I insisted, trying to maintain a professional decorum, even as my mind raced. What was she even thinking?Her grin widened, a predatory glint in her eyes. "Oh, you will now, Adrian
ADRIAN'S POV She was laying in the couch, I roughly placed my hands directly on tits, it undeniably felt much smoother and warmer. I used my thumb to feel her nipples. Fuck, she was turn on, both here nipples are hard.I then placed my hand on her thigh, I began to explore the length and width of her bare skin, each inch making my cock hard. I didn't have this kind of feeling for a long time."Ohhhhhh... Adrian... ahhh" she moaned as I bent forward to take her left nipple on my mouth. Her moan intensified as a suck on it.Selena parted her thighs and wriggled them. I know she's inviting me to touch her down there, her pussy moistened up, and her clit tingled. I slid my middle finger down the creases of her thin strap until I found the hard bud of her clit. I began rubbing it. "Ughhhhhh," Selena let another loud moan."Fuckk... Ms. Quinn you're so wet" I teased her as I saw her pussy getting wetter and wetter at every touch. "Uggghhh... Adrian... please.. ughhh.... call me Selena"
ADRIAN'S POVI let her ride me again. I could feel my release building up inside me, and I'm sure, Selena was closed too, I feel the muscles of her pussy squeezing me tightly as her body tense up at the sensation my cock giving her.Ohhhh...holy...... Adrian.. I'm gonna cum again... please let... ughhh... me come" she begged."No, you can't cum yet. Don't you dare! I'm close wait for me." I answered."Ughhh fuck..." Selena moaned, closing her eyes as I feel her legs shaking. I see her desperately trying to hold herself from cumming.But I won't make it easier for her, I deliberately thrust on her faster and harder making sure that the sensation of my cock will pushed her to the edge."Ohhhhh... godd... I can't hold it anymore!" Selena screamed, her head stretched up and eyes rolled back as she lost control. I felt her body shook as she made her release while I continued to thrust on her. I grunted as her tight pussy tightened more around my cock, it squeezed my cock as she came on me
DAMIEN'S POVMy breath hitched, finally starting to even out. My heart hammered against my ribs, a lingering echo of the raw, animalistic encounter with Nadia. Just a stranger. A fleeting connection based on nothing but mutual, undeniable need. Nothing more. Nothing Special.Once she was gone, a ghost of perfume hanging in the air, I straightened my clothes, ruthlessly erasing any trace of what had just happened. A quick spritz of air freshener – pine, thankfully – fought against the lingering scent of sex and sweat. Adrian would be here any minute.Except, the minutes stretched on, becoming a small eternity. Thirty minutes crawled by, each tick of the clock a hammer blow against my patience. Adrian was never late. Not like this. Unease coiled in my gut, a cold, constricting serpent.I pulled out my phone, fingers trembling slightly as I dialed his number. Ring, ring, ring… voicemail. I tried again. And again. Finally, on the last attempt, the line went busy. He was
DAMIEN'S POV I was leaning against my car, drumming my fingers on the cool metal, I needed to kill some time. Adrian had informed me that he’d be at least another thirty minutes, stuck in the supermarket’s rush-hour queue. Suddenly, I heard the sound of a shopping cart’s wheels rolling across the asphalt. The parking lot was bathed in the harsh fluorescent glow of the mall’s lights.I sighed, glancing at my watch, when the cart came into view. Pushing it was a woman— a vision of a woman. Her hair was a cascade of blond curls, wild and untamed, and her dress hugged her curves like it was painted on. She moved with confidence.Our eyes met, there was something electric in her gaze, a challenge, a promise. I felt my pulse quicken as she approached, her heels clicking against the pavement like a drumbeat. "Hi," she said, her voice low and husky, with a hint of an accent I couldn’t place. "I’m Nadia.""Damien," I replied, my voice rougher than I intended. I cleared my throat, trying to
ADRIAN'S POVAll throughout the afternoon, I was busy planning dinner for Damien. Roast chicken? Too simple. Pasta? He had that last night. I wanted it to be special, a proper apology for the Selena lunch debacle. God, I still felt so guilty about that. I hadn’t even explained it properly – Selena had just sent me a noticed, unexpectedly, and invited me. It was a business thing, sort of, and I hadn’t wanted to be rude. But Damien… Damien deserved better than a mumbled explanation.Of all the people in my world, it was only Damien I never wanted to disappoint. I loved him. I was hopelessly, irrevocably in love with Damien. Of course, he had no idea. He only saw me as his best friend, maybe a younger brother. But to me, he was everything. His sharp wit, his mysterious aura, the way his eyes crinkled at the corners when he was genuinely amused… it was intoxicating.During my breaks, I busied myself listing ingredients, scribbling notes on napkins, and covertly Googling recipes. Seared T
ADRIAN'S POVIt was Monday morning, and I'd just finished my last appointment. Glancing at the digital clock on my desk, I saw it was 11:30 AM, practically lunchtime. Usually, this meant heading over to Damien's office – right across from mine – to see what he was planning to eat. It had become a ritual, a much-needed break in the day and a chance to catch up with my best friend.I was about to make my move when my phone buzzed with a text message notification. I smirked, figuring it was Damien. "Lazy bum can't even walk across the hall," I muttered to myself. But when I picked up my phone, the sender ID was Selena.Selena? It had been a while.My stomach clenched as I read her message: "Hey Adrian, it's been a while since we last saw each other. I know you've been discharged from the hospital. I guess it's time to continue our deal, right?"The "deal." A shiver ran down my spine. I'd almost managed to push it to the back of my mind during my recovery. It was a forced agreement, conco
ADRIAN'S POVThe comments exploded. Speculation ran rampant. "Who was the lucky woman? ""Was it a celebrity? ""A fellow doctor?"They had no idea."That's all I'm saying for now," I announced, cutting off the inevitable flood of follow-up questions. "Let's move on to something else."None of them knew that the song was for Damien. My best friend. My confidant. The man who had been by my side through thick and thin, through medical school, through failed relationships, through every single triumph and disaster life had thrown my way.The man I was hopelessly, irrevocably in love with.The lyrics weren't just about gratitude. They were about love. Unspoken, unrequited, simmering beneath the surface for years. The "secrets I keep" weren't just secrets. They were the agonizing words I could never bring myself to say, the confession I feared would shatter our friendship.I hope he wasn't watching the stream right now, but maybe he was laughing along with everyone else, oblivious to the
ADRIAN'S POV "’Are you single, Adrian?’" I read aloud, a grin spreading across my face. "Well, that's a popular question! And the answer is..." I paused for dramatic effect, knowing I was being a tease. "It's complicated." The comments exploded. Even behind the screen, I could feel the collective gasp and flurry of fingers typing. "Complicated... how?" "Who is it, Coach Adrian?" "Spill the tea!" I chuckled. "Okay, okay, I'll elaborate a little. There's someone... someone I care about deeply. Someone who's incredibly important to me. But the nature of our relationship… is not easily defined." I knew I was dancing around the truth, but revealing my feelings for Damien to thousands of strangers online felt like a betrayal, a violation of something sacred. My feelings for Damien were complex, a tangled web of love, admiration, and a deep-seated fear of ruining everything. He was my best friend, my protector, the closest thing I had to the family. He had rescued me from a l
ADRIAN'S POV"Where the fuck have you been, Adrian?"Damien's voice sliced through my bedroom silence like a shard of ice. I froze, rooted to the spot just inside the doorway. The air, thick with unspoken tension, crackled around me. Guilt, sharp and immediate, constricted my chest. I’d screwed up. Big time.Damien was sitting on the couch across from my room, bathed in the harsh glow of the city lights filtering through the panoramic windows. His silhouette was all sharp angles and controlled fury. He looked every inch the powerful, intimidating man he was.I snuck out. Plain and simple. Damien had an after-hours session and was having fun with his female clients. I'd been restless, cooped up in this opulent cage for what felt like an eternity. So, I’d craved a taste of normalcy, a night out, a fleeting glimpse of the life I used to have. Liberating's promises of good music and even better company had been too tempting to resist.The problem? I’d lost track of time. I was supposed to
ADRIAN'S POVIt's been two days since I was discharged from the hospital. I just got home from work at the clinic. I looked at the clock and it was almost 6:00 PM. The penthouse felt empty, silent, and lifeless. A part of me wondered if we had house staff, maybe I'd have someone to talk to when Damien isn't home.Another part of me felt blessed because I have private time with Damien when he's around. I didn't really know what to feel. It's Tuesday evening, which means Damien won't be home until at least 9:00 PM. I confirmed with Sienna that Damien did indeed have an after-hours session tonight.Right. Another woman would experience the focused intensity of his gaze, the warmth of his touch, the practiced charm that had somehow, inexplicably, been directed at me long enough for me to fall… well, for all this.I cursed myself. Two days out of the hospital, and I was already sinking back into the familiar pit of anxiety and resentment. By now, I should be numb to the thought of Damien
DAMIEN'S POVIt was Tuesday evening, the hands on my office clock inching closer to the hour when the real theatrics began. Five minutes. Just enough time for the knot in my stomach to tighten another notch. My fingers drummed a restless rhythm on the mahogany desk, a subconscious counterpoint to the sterile professionalism I was forcing myself to maintain.They were here. I could hear the distinct sound of two sets of footsteps approaching my door. The Lacrosse. Clients, technically.I straightened in my chair, plastering on the practiced, empathetic expression I reserved for these after-hours sessions. The door swung inward, revealing a man and a woman framed in the doorway. He, all sharp angles and forced charm. She, a study in nervous tension."Mr. and Mrs. Lacrosse," I said, my voice a calm, even baritone. "Come in, have a seat." I gestured to the plush chairs facing my desk.The man, Ryan Lacrosse, extended a hand, his smile wide and, I suspected, entirely disingenuous. "Hello