DAMIEN'S POV The sterile scent of disinfectant hung heavy in the air as I stretched, the last of my morning patients finally seen. My back popped in protest, a familiar ache that signaled the end of another busy shift. I stepped out of my office, intending to flag down Sienna, our ever-efficient secretary, and check my afternoon schedule.As I rounded the corner, Adrian's office door caught my eye. It was closed. And locked.A knot of unease tightened in my gut. Adrian never locked his door during consultations. It was an open invitation, a silent reassurance to his patients that he was approachable, available. The only time I ever saw that door locked was… well, it was a memory I’d rather bury. The memory of catching Adrian and Selena in a compromising position.A flicker of anger, a possessive rage, threatened to ignite. Has he… was he doing it again? But reason quickly doused the flames. Adrian wasn't stupid. He wouldn't make the same mistake twice. This felt different, heavier. S
ADRIAN'S POV We sat around the polished mahogany table, the seriousness was palpable. Damien, ever the reassuring presence, sat beside me. Across from us, Mr. Harrison, our lawyer, a man whose calm demeanor usually put me at ease, was now radiating a focused intensity. Beside him, Mr. Harding, the private investigator, a man who dealt in shadows, kept his gaze sharp and unwavering. We were strategizing for a war I never wanted to fight, a war with my own family."Adrian," Mr. Harrison began, his voice cutting through the tension, "as we've discussed, your position is legally sound. The will is airtight, and the law is on your side. However, we need to prepare for every eventuality."He was referring to Delilah, my stepmother, and Brent, my stepbrother. They’d slithered back into my life like the vipers they were, demanding half of everything my father had left me. Years of silence, years of no contact, shattered in an instant with their audacious claim.I sighed, running a hand throu
ADRIAN'S POV Suddenly, sirens wailed in the distance. The police were coming. "We have to go," Delilah hissed at Brent, her voice shaking. "Now!" Brent looked confused, but Delilah grabbed his arm and dragged him towards their car. He hesitated for a moment, glancing back at me, the ice pick still poised against my neck. "This isn't over, Adrian," he growled. "You haven’t seen the last of us." With that, they scrambled into their car and sped out of the parking lot, leaving me trembling in their wake. Damien rushed to my side, his face etched with concern. "Adrian! Are you okay? Let me see that cut." I nodded, pressing my hand against my neck. "Yeah, I think so. Just a scratch." He examined the wound, his expression grim. "That needs stitches. Let's get you to the emergency room." As we waited for the police to arrive, Damien put his arm around me, pulling me close. "I'm so glad you're okay," he murmured. "Me too," I said, leaning into him. "Thank you, Damien. You saved my li
DAMIEN'S POVIt had been two weeks since the drama with Adrian's stepmother and stepbrother had died down, and things were finally getting back to normal. Adrian and I were busy attending to our patients, and it was now Friday night, which meant it was time for my after-hours sessions. It’s a delicate dance, balancing professionalism with the...intimate nature of the help I provide.Footsteps echoed down the hall towards my office. Two knocks on the door. Sienna, our clinic's secretary, and Adrian, my best friend, had already left for the weekend. It was just me and the night ahead. "Come in," I said, my voice even and calm.The door swung open, and Sandra stood there, framed in the doorway. She wore a simple, form-fitting red dress that screamed innocence against the backdrop of the dimly lit hallway. She looked shy, almost fragile."Please, have a seat," I gestured to the chair opposite my desk.She moved with a hesitant grace, settling into the chair like she was afraid it might d
DAMIEN'S POVShe tried to deep throated me again and again, the sensation was overwhelming. She slid her wet flexible tongue to my cock while thrusting it in and out her mouth.The wetness and warmness of her mouth engulfing me fully was unbearable, I instantly feel my cock pulsated and throbbed inside it. The tingling sensation of my cock going in and out of her mouth swirled in. I guide her head and push it down to go deeper and swallow me fully inside her mouth.The room filled with the sounds of her gasps, her moans, the wet sounds of slurping and gagging. She continued to work on me, her pace changes from slow and deliberate at first, gradually building in intensity. She also started to explore every part of my surrounding area of my cock . She played with my balls, softly squeezing and caressing them, using her hands to fondle them one by one before bringing me back to the main show. I was impressed with her progress and continued to give her instructions on how to improve.I fe
ADRIAN'S POVThe question hung in the air, thick and uncomfortable. "So, you were Damien's client tonight? Is the session finished, then?" I hadn't meant to blurt it out, the words escaping before I could fully process the cocktail of anxiety and curiosity swirling inside me.Sandra blinked, a flicker of surprise crossing her face. Her hesitation was a neon sign screaming confirmation. "What... what do you mean?" she stammered, clearly trying to deflect.I chuckled, a hollow, mirthless sound. "Look, there's no need to hide it from me. I told you I worked at the clinic. I'm aware of what's happening there every Tuesday and Friday night." My voice was deliberately casual, but inside, my stomach was twisting itself into knots.Relief seemed to wash over her, her shoulders relaxing slightly. "Yes," she admitted. "I was Dr. Damien's client for the night."I forced a smile, a brittle thing that felt more like a grimace. A pang of something akin to jealousy, laced with a sharp, stinging pa
ADRIAN'S POV The world swam back into a blurry, painful existence. My head throbbed with a relentless, pounding rhythm, each pulse a white-hot flash behind my eyes. The metallic tang of blood filled my nostrils, and the asphalt scraped against my cheek. I was lying on the cold, unforgiving ground of the gym's parking lot, my vision a hazy mess of distorted shapes and smeared light.A harsh, mocking laugh sliced through the fog in my brain. "Oh, Doctor, you're already down? Come on, stand up, fight me!"My tongue felt thick and unresponsive as I forced out a slurred question. "Who... who are you? Why are you doing this?"The sound of heavy footsteps approached, each one sending a jolt of pain through my skull. It crunched closer. A sharp, agonizing pain erupted in my abdomen. I gasped, curling into a fetal position, trying to escape the torment. The tip of something hard and unyielding – the baseball bat, I realized – had just been jammed into my gut. I instinctively tried to crawl aw
DAMIEN'S POV The burn in my muscles was a welcome distraction. Another set done, I scanned the familiar space of Spartan Fitness. Where was he? Adrian. He was always here, pushing me, spotting me, making some ridiculous joke about protein shakes. It’s been almost two months since he abandoned our shared gym. Two months since I last saw his goofy grin across the bench press. I still didn't get it. Eight years, we’d sweated and strained together in this place. I still didn't know the real reason behind his departure. He mumbled something about needing a "change of scenery" and "new challenges," but his eyes told a different story, a story he wasn't ready to share with me. Or maybe he was, and I was just too blind to see it. Bullshit. It felt like a betrayal, a tear in the fabric of our routine. I swallowed my frustration, I told myself it was a good thing, a chance for us both to grow individually. A noble thought, but it felt hollow. The shower was a temporary solace. Hot water poun
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