Chapter 3: Golden Boy

ADRIAN'S POV

I tried to regain my composure as I know that Damien's head is as stubborn as a bull. I tried to ignore him but instead of going for a shower, Damien flopped to the couch in the small receiving area of my office. Oh no! His smell would clung to my couch. He is still unaware of his effects on me. Fuck this feelings!

"F*ckkk, Damien can you please wear your clothes?" my irritated voice became more evident.

"Tsk. If it's other people I'm sure they won't say that. You're lucky to see me like this, many women are dying to be in your place." Damien proudly uttered.

"For one, I am not like them. I am not a woman. So now wear your clothes before the combined smell of your sweat and cum were rubbed on my couch." I shot back.

"A neat freak as always. haha you're still the same Adrian from med school." Damien said in a mocking voice. "Maybe try to include it in your vlog what is your secret the reason you're immune to my charm."

"I'm pretty sure that no matter what I say it won't be effective to any woman or even if it is you might probably kill me because I cut your stack of pussy to fuck on." I said trying to match Damien's arrogance.

"Touché" Damien replied lazily.

"Now get off my sofa and take a shower. Go! go!". I tried to shoo him like a dog. I'm panicking that his smell would clung to the couch.

Instead of obeying my words, Damien seems not finished yet teasing me as he further rubbed his sweaty body to the white couch, he even picked the pillow and rubbed it into its body.

"Damien! That's enough!" I shouted, clearly agitated by my best friend's pettiness.

Damien seems to finally contented raise his hand into mock surrender. He wears his underwear and pants in front of me... still in my office then wears his long sleeves but he doesn't bother to close its button.

Damien leaned back in his chair with a teasing smile.

“Seriously, Adrian,” Damien began, folding his arms. “Have you really not dated anyone in the past few years? Not even a fling?”

Wait... he's asking that out of nowhere.

I sighed, rubbing the back of my neck. “I didn’t have time for a relationship during my residency. It was all-consuming.”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “You’re telling me you spent all those years in college without a single date? That’s impressive.”

“It’s not like I didn’t try,” I replied defensively, leaning forward. “I had a secret admirer who kept sabotaging my efforts.”

“Wait, what?” Damien’s eyebrows shot up, intrigued.“You’re telling me someone was actually interested in you? That’s rich. What kind of sabotage are we talking about? Why didn't I know about this?”

”I don't know if I should be offended by you being shocked that someone is interested in me.”

Damien raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “A secret admirer? Sounds like a bad rom-com. What did they do? Leave you love notes? Send you flowers and chocolates?”

“No, worse. Whenever I tried to approach a girl, the next morning, she will receive a dead rat with a note. It was always signed with the initials S.Q.” I grimaced, recalling the bizarre incidents in the past.

“Wait, you’re serious?” Damien’s laughter died down, replaced by a look of disbelief. “Someone actually sent dead rats and threat notes? That’s messed up!”

“I know! It’s creepy!” I ran a hand through my hair, frustration evident in my voice. “I never figured out who S.Q. was. Just that they were determined to ruin my chances.”

Damien leaned in, curiosity piqued. “Did you ever find out who it was? Surely you have some suspects.”

I shook his head. “No, aside from the initials, I had no leads. It stopped after I graduated from med school. I thought I was finally free from it.”

“Maybe it was someone you knew,” Damien suggested. “A classmate, perhaps? Someone who felt threatened by your charm?”

“Or someone who thought they were helping me by keeping girls away,” I muttered, a hint of annoyance creeping into my voice. “It was just unnatural.”

For a moment, We fell into a contemplative silence, the weight of my past lingering. Till now, I couldn’t shake the feeling that the mystery of S.Q. might never truly be resolved.

"Well that's in the past but you can start new now, aren't you tired Adrian? Till now it seems you're still determined on maintaining that golden boy image of yours. Come on, loosen up! You're wasting your youth." Damien starts the conversation again.

...

Damien isn't wrong as I was truly regarded throughout his study as the golden boy of our batch.

The perfect student, Adrian Gabriel Raines, my professors branded me as a medical genius, well not to brag but my IQ score is 211. I am one of the world's youngest Andrologist and urologists holding two licenses at the age of 26, and I am also a social media fitness coach. My appearance isn't far from Damien, I have chiseled features having a strong jawline, sharp cheekbones, and piercing hazel brown eyes. A sensual lips, that others say to be full and inviting. I had a toned physique: a chiseled abs and a broad chest and shoulders. Standing at 6'1" with blond, perfectly messy styled hair.

Unlike Damien who has the mysterious charismatic aura, I'm known to have a sunny disposition and always wears a charming dimpled smile. My smiles make me famous also for girls during my school days. My voice is described as a sultry voice that is low, smooth, yet reassuring making my client comfortable in my presence.

My life seems perfect, I had everything except a complete and happy family. I am an only child and once lived a happy life but it turned upside down when my mother died in a rafting incident when I was seven years old. After just a year, my father married another woman which I later discovered his mistress. Whenever his father left for business trips, my stepmother maltreated me causing me a battered childhood... trauma and phobia. My father also died when I was 21 years old from an unknown illness. Though almost all the assets were left into my name.

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"Tsk. What do you want me to do? Follow the path you take of treating a girl's pussy like a dish you feast on and jump from one to another." I tried to be blunt in an attempt to wake Damien from his crooked ways.

"Why not? It won't be hard for you after all just like me you were once a Casanova during med school" Damien just shrugged, seems to not mind his words.

"At the expense of putting everything I worked to achieve into the brink of collapse, all just for the call of flesh? No thanks, I don't have the drive to dance with fire like you."

"During college and med school the things at stake aren't that heavy, I can just get summoned to the disciplinary office or get suspended but now I can't afford to gamble my licenses."

"Blah, blah, blah. Sometimes I forget that I'm older than you. haha you're becoming too stiff." Damien said it seems unfazed with my reasoning. "Ha, I know you well Adrian, your golden boy and Mr. goody-two-shoes image might be enough to fool everyone but not me. I know that deep of that perfect facade lies darkness that you tried to conceal. Sooner or later those darkness will find the cracks."

"Who are you? I didn't know you were a poet?" I tried to diffuse the tense moments and distract Damien as the words pierced through me hardly.

Damien raised his eyebrows and smirked. "Just wait, Adrian, I can't wait to see your deep darkest secrets."

I sense an unsettling determination from Damien to discover my deepest and darkest secret.

I can't. I won't let him. I can't let him know my feelings. A feeling that is more than the usual best friend or brotherly affection. I want him to love me but I know that it's impossible because Damien is straight and never entertains any advances nor affection from the same sex. During med school, Damien sometimes accepts gifts from his girl admirers but never from admirers of the same-sex.