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 POVAfter what felt like an eternity, I finally blinked my eyes open, trying to focus. . It felt like I’d been out for days, though the clock on the wall suggested it had only been a few hours. My eyelids felt incredibly heavy, the after-effects of the anesthesia still lingering. I woken up in fits and starts before, but my vision had always been hazy like looking through a fogged-up window, glimpses of blurry faces and muted sounds . This time, though, the first thing I saw was a crisp, white ceiling – unmistakably a hospital.My body felt like a lead weight, every muscle screaming in protest. I was sore and battered, a painful reminder of what had happened. A dull throb pounded in my head. Tentatively, I reached up and touched the bandages wrapped around my forehead. My right hand felt restricted, then I noticed the IV drip snaking its way into my vein. I tried to sit up, but a sharp, searing pain shot through my abdomen, instantly reminding me of the two stabs that had nea
DAMIEN'S POV Adrian lay in the hospital bed, pale and still, a stark contrast to the vibrant, energetic man I knew. I watched him, guilt gnawing at me. Just a few minutes ago, I tentatively asked him if he remembered who had attacked him in the gym parking lot. His reaction had been… strange. Not anger, not fear, but a flinching, almost physical recoiling, like he was trying to escape a memory. I chalked it up to trauma, to the lingering shock of the attack. But deep down, a knot of unease tightened in my stomach. Something felt wrong. After texting Sienna, to cancel Adrian's appointments and inform his patients about his hospitalization, I was back at his side. He is awake. I was peeling an apple for him, the crisp scent filling the sterile air, when he spoke, his voice was raspy. "You know I can eat that apple with the skin on, right? You don't need to peel it," he chuckled, a weak, breathy sound. "Don't be a spoilsport," I replied, trying to mask the worry in my voice. "Just le
ADRIAN'S POV I slowly opened my eyes, wincing at the pain that still lingered in my body. Every muscle screamed with protest with each tiny movement I made. It was already Monday morning, just a day after I was attacked by Jace in the gym's parking lot.Honestly, a part of me couldn't entirely blame Jace, even with the throbbing pain in my side. Jace had thought I was Damien, and his jealousy had gotten the better of him. I had given Sandra a ride to the bus stop, an innocent act born out of simple human decency, which had led to the confusion. While I couldn't blame Jace for his actions, I did condemn the way he dealt with his jealousy issues, especially considering he was the one who broken Sandra's heart by cheating on her in the first place. With her best friend, no less. Disgusting.As I lay in my inclined bed, I tried to shift positions, but the doctor's advice to refrain from too much sitting echoed in my mind. The stress on my newly stitched stab wounds was still a concern. I
DAMIEN'S POVIt was Tuesday afternoon, and for the first time in days, I felt a genuine lightness in my chest. Two days. Two days since Adrian had spoken to me again, really spoke. Two days since the crushing weight on my chest had eased, just a fraction. Two days. It felt like a lifetime.Guilt, a persistent, gnawing beast, still clawed at me. I knew I didn't deserve Adrian's forgiveness, his willingness to even look at me, let alone talk. He hadn't deserved any of it – the lies, the betrayal, the raw, ugly pain I had inflicted. I had vowed, silently but fiercely, to spend every waking moment proving myself worthy of another chance, to ensure I never repeated that horrific chapter of my life. Never again would I be the cause of his pain. No more disappointing him. No more hurting him.The day had been a relentless blur of appointments at the clinic. Now, finally, the last patient was gone, the door locked, and the silence was a welcome balm to my frayed nerves. Back-to-back consultat
ADRIAN'S POV The key clicked in the lock, and the heavy penthouse door swung inward. The stale air inside felt thick, clinging to me like a humid shroud. I was back. Back in the space I shared with Damien, a space that now felt tainted, poisoned by the images I couldn't erase.Sleeping on Selena's place hadn't eased the torment. Her well-meaning attempts at comfort only served to amplify my own self-inflicted misery. I had no right to be this angry, this devastated. Damien and I were just friends. At least, that's all we were supposed to be.The living room was a disaster. Empty whiskey bottles littered the glass-topped coffee table, surrounded by half-filled glasses and scattered ice cubes, now melted into sad little puddles. And there, sprawled inelegantly on the expensive leather couch, was Damien. Asleep, or perhaps passed out, with the remnants of a truly impressive bender clinging to him like a second skin.My stomach clenched. Part of me, the rational, detached part, felt a pa
DAMIEN'S POVThe text message from Adrian still blazed on my phone screen, a cold, accusing fire even after an hour. “I already left 30 minutes ago. Go home. Don’t wait for me, I’m not coming home tonight.” No matter how many times I reread it, the chill seeped into my bones. This wasn’t the Adrian I knew. This was ice.I gripped the steering wheel, knuckles white. A wave of self-loathing crashed over me. Instead of patiently waiting for Adrian, as I’d promised, I’d let myself be seduced by the fleeting, tawdry promise of Nadia, a complete stranger whose face was already fading from my memory while Adrian’s haunted me. The sharp scent of her perfume, a cheap imitation of something exotic, still clung faintly to the car’s interior, a bitter reminder of my betrayal.Adrian probably saw us. Saw me and Nadia, tangled together in the driver seat of my car, the car I was supposed to be using to pick him up. The thought twisted a knife in my gut. It wasn't just the sex; it was
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 POV All 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. Seare
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