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 POV The last time I spoke to Adrian, it was a hurried call from a sun-drenched resort in France. I’d broken the news about extending my trip, a last-minute decision that I knew would throw his meticulously planned schedule into chaos. Guilt gnawed at me, but the opportunity was too good to pass up. Now, silence.France had been more than just sun and relaxation. I’d closed a massive deal, securing a partnership, granting us access to medical supplies at drastically reduced prices. A secret weapon I was eager to unveil to Adrian in person, see the pride in his eyes. It also a way to repay him for the burden I always seemed to place on his shoulders.I’d collected a mountain of gifts – a vintage scarf for Sienna, our ever-efficient secretary, and black scarf and bottles of that ridiculously expensive whiskeys and wines Adrian liked.The French Riviera was a whirlwind of meetings and forced smiles, punctuated by too much champagne and the persistent advances of women I had no i
DAMIEN'S POVThe aroma of chicken broth and ginger clung to the air as I carefully made my way down the penthouse hallway, the bowl of soup warm in my hands. I’d actually managed to cook something edible. Then I saw him.Adrian, pale and unsteady, was using the wall for support, shuffling along like a newborn fawn. My brow furrowed. What was he doing out of bed?"Adrian! What are you doing here? Didn't I tell you to stay in bed and wait for me?" My voice came out sharper than intended.He looked up, a sheepish expression on his face. "I didn't want to feel like such a burden, Damien. It's just a fever. I can walk, you know. I'm not bedridden."I couldn’t help but feel a surge of… something. Irritation? Concern? It was all tangled up. I stepped closer, ruffling his already messy hair. "Why are you so stubborn, Adrian? Do I need to tie you to the bed to get you to obey me?" I flicked his forehead, a habit from college.Adrian blinked a couple of times, a strange look in his eyes. He ac
DAMIEN'S POVThe scent of disinfectant and lavender hit me as I crossed the threshold of the clinic. Home sweet, sterile home. It felt good to be back after a week away in France. Sienna, our ever-reliable all around staff, greeted me with a polite smile."Welcome back, Dr. Dickins," she said, her voice crisp and professional."Thank you, Sienna. Good to be back. Could you follow me to my office for a few minutes? I'd like to catch up."She nodded and trailed behind me as I headed down the hallway. I sank into my swivel chair, the familiar leather a welcome comfort after a long flight. Sienna stood by the edge of my desk, her posture ramrod straight."Please, have a seat, Sienna," I gestured to the chair opposite mine.Before we dove into work, I rummaged in my bag and pulled out a neatly wrapped package. "This is for you. A small token of my appreciation for holding down the fort while I was gone. And as a peace offering for any inconvenience my absence caused."Sienna's eyes widen
ADRIAN'S POV I reached for the bottom drawer, the one where I meticulously filed all sensitive documents.I yanked the drawer open. My stomach plummeted. It wasn't there. The folder, marked clearly with Selena’s name and the date, was gone. The signed agreement, the one that definitively stated Selena Quinn willingly participated in the after-hours session, was gone. Vanished. And without it, I was vulnerable."What the...? I swear I put it here!" I raked through the other files, the panic now a roaring monster in my ears. It had to be here. It had to be."Oh, Adrian," Selena purred, sitting comfortably at the couch, her arms crossed. "Where's the proof you were bragging about? The written agreement? Show it to me. Let us see your shield."I cleared my throat, trying to project an authority I didn't feel. "It wasn't here," I said, the words sounding weak even to my own ears.Her smile widened, a viper about to strike. "Oh, how unfortunate for you. Clearly, you should have hidden it i
DAMIEN'S POVSienna's voice dripped with a forced casualness that did nothing to soothe the simmering rage already bubbling inside me. "Damien, Selena Quinn is here. She… uh… she just went into Adrian's office and closed the door."Selena Quinn. CEO of Quinn BioMed Innovations. The woman who held the keys to the cutting-edge diagnostic machine our clinic desperately needed. The woman who was now, apparently, having a closed-door meeting with Adrian. I clenched my jaw. A meeting? Or something else entirely?I stormed towards Adrian's office, the carpet doing little to muffle the angry thud of my footsteps. My hand shook slightly as I fumbled with the master key, the metal cold against my skin. What the hell was going on?The lock clicked, and I shoved the door open, my mind already formulating a scathing rebuke about professionalism and jeopardized deals. But the words died in my throat.There they were. Adrian, pinned against his plush swivel chair, and Selena Quinn, practically drap
ADRIAN'S POV The air was thick with the scent of desire, a heady mix of sweat and lust that clung to every surface. Selena and I had just reached our first climax, but it wasn’t enough. Not even close. Our breaths came in ragged gasps, our bodies still trembling from the intensity of what we’d just shared. But the hunger between us was insatiable, a dark and relentless force that demanded more.Selena knelt before me, her fair skin glowing under the dim kitchen light. Her dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing her face as she looked up at me with eyes that were both hungry and tender. She pushed me gently against the sink, her hands firm on my hips, guiding me into position. I leaned back, my athletic frame braced against the cold stainless steel, my heart pounding in my chest."You’re not done yet," she murmured, her voice low and seductive. Her words sent a shiver down my spine, and I felt my cock twitch in anticipation. It was still wet from our earlier encounter, throbbin
ADRIAN'S POVThe kitchen was a mess, but I didn’t care. The counter behind Selena was cluttered with packages of ingredients for the dinner that I suppose to prepare. But none of that mattered now. All I could focus on was the heat of her body pressed against mine, the way her lips moved against mine like she was trying to devour me whole. Selena’s tongue was fierce, demanding, and I met her challenge with equal intensity. Our kisses were torrid, desperate, like we were trying to erase something—or someone—from our minds.My hands gripping her hips as I ground against her. Her moans were loud, unapologetic, and they fueled the fire burning in my chest. But beneath the surface of my desire, there was something darker, something I couldn’t shake. The image of Damien, my best friend, fucking some stranger in his car flashed in my mind. I’d seen it all—the way Damien’s hands had gripped the stranger’s waist, the way his head had thrown back in pleasure. He was supposed to be waiting for m
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