Chapter 4: Written Agreement

ADRIAN'S POV

My blood almost runs cold and my heart skips a beat when I hear what Damien said. He can't wait to discover my deep darkest secrets.

Secrets that I plan to hide and drag even into my grave. I am afraid that he won't be able to handle it. Why? Because it's fucking involved him.

Through these years that we are very close to each other, I developed feelings toward him. Feelings that are more than being a best friend or brother. After he rescued me to those bullies when we were in college, we became close friends.

Before meeting him, I really thought I was straight as I didn't get attracted to any man except him. At first I really thought it was just a longing for the presence of having siblings as I was the only child.

Lately, I realized that it's more than that, it started in med school. I can't help myself to like him, love him. But I know it would always be one sided love as he wasn't into dating a man. He is straight as hell.

He didn't know the effects he was giving him on me. F*ck! My mind was in chaos when he walked in my office fully naked.

Call me pervert or whatever, I crave to touch him, feel him and make him mine. I feel wrong I'm falling for my best friend.

I cleared my throat then tried to initiate a conversation to divert his attention and prevent him to see how nervous I am.

"So, Uhmm I assume you are just done with tonight's "after hours" session?" I tried to use the calmest voice I could mutter.

"Yes". He proudly smirked then spread his arms on both sides as he leaned to the sofa.

"Tsk. I really thought at this point you were done doing this kind of thing." I said.

"Why would I stop? There were still a lot of women outside there that needed my professional help." He casually said. "For the past two years, I have helped a lot of woman."

"Aren't you drained yet? You have two after hours sessions weekly plus you're extra sexual escapades on weekends" I asked.

"Ha, I wouldn't get drained that easily even I do it daily. I am just serving my purpose and taking advantage of how gifted I am." He shamelessly pats the monster between his legs under his pants.

Honestly, I'm getting concern that he is getting addicted to it too much. He had that after hours session twice a week, Tuesday and Friday. His clients came into the clinic after working hours around 6 pm earliest. Usually it last an hour at most.

Maybe he felt my silence so he started the conversation again.

"No need to concern yourself too much Adrian, I know what I'm doing and I'm happy that I'm helping a lot of clients." he said.

I tapped my pen on the I table to get his attention and make eye contact with me.

"Damien, are you sure that you were all helping them?" I asked.

"Of course, I am. Giving them pointers on how to be pro in this game helps a lot of woman to know the deets to please their partners and give the best possible experience. That's my job as a sex coach." he said.

I know that it will be very difficult to talk some sense to him. Gentle approach isn't effective so I decided to use a firmer blunt approach. I might be overstepping some boundaries but I am really concerned that he will be lost along the way.

"Does it also sex coach duty to use his own body to his clients? I didn't remember it is part of the job. Don't twist your responsibility. Damien, you're my best friend and the only person I treat as family so I can't help but to be concerned."

I said and he became silent. I give him chance to say something but he seems to be lost of thought. So I speak again.

"I can't help but to think that at some point this session might be taken negatively by your client and encourage them to cheat on their partners. Isn't it considered cheating when you let another person f*ck you? Most of them went to see you and seek for your help unaccompanied by their partners probably unaware of it. Aren't you afraid what the partners of clients might do if they learn that you touch their partners? What if they go against you and you could get hurt? Besides in this set up you were also at disadvantage, what if these clients became crooked and use it to blackmail you for sexual assault?"

He still remain silent and seems contemplating my sentiments.

"Are you telling me to stop?" he said in a serious tone.

"I'm in no place to tell you what to do or not. I just want you to rethink if these after hours session is more beneficial than causing harm." I said with genuine concern. "You didn't need to have an answer now, just think of it okay? I know all these things might be harder to digest for you."

"Thanks Adrian, I hear your concerns and I didn't think that much. I will think about it but for now I'll still continue so I can still help a lot of clients."

I just stare at him nodded and sighed in resignation.

"By the way, why are you still at the office? I thought you left early?" He suddenly asked clearly trying to redirect the conversation.

"I finished some paperwork mostly reports of the clients check up so they will just pick it up on Monday." I answer while leaning on my chair.

"Do you finished it?" He asked with a knowing grin.

"I able to finished it despite being distracted by the noise you all make next door. Damn, Damien why don't you make the entire building sound proof? Or should I ask why do you do it in the examination room instead of going on room downstairs.

Our clinic seems to be simple from outside, it is a one storey high ceiling modern looking building. Unbeknownst to everyone, it has an underground comprising of seven rooms. Each room is decorated differently depending on the chosen theme on role play of Damien's after hours session.

He just playfully said "Sorry we carried away too much. We will tone it down next time. And we don't know that we weren't alone"

"You know what, I know that I can't convince you so here take this and read it" I handed him a document that I drafted and printed earlier.

"A written agreement?" he asked after skimming through the pages.

"Yes, it's like a written consent proving that they are aware and voluntarily engage of the session and you have their consent. This protects you from possible scenarios like cases of sexual assault or worse rape."

"You really think this is necessary? I survive two years without a hitch." he curiously said.

"Maybe you are lucky for the past two years. But we can't take any chances now. It doesn't just give you protection but also the whole clinic. Make sure it was signed by your client before f*cking them"

"There we go! The brilliant master tactician strikes again! You're still as astute as always, Adrian. Lucky to have you on my side." he compliment me proudly.

I can't deny but feel special everytime he throw me some compliment.

"Enough talking, let's head home for now." I said then I got up from my swivel chair and stretch for sometime as I feel my muscles stiff from sitting too long before picking my things. I carefully arranged the things on my table.

"Should we head home together? Which car we will used?" he asked.

"I don't think it's a good idea to share car since you're still reeking with the smell of your after hour session. Let's go home in a convoy since we both have our own car." I said teasingly but it had a hint of truth.

I was shocked when he goes around my table and walked towards me.

"What are you...."

I didn't able to finish my words as he put his arms on my shoulder and pull me towards him. He pressed his body to him making me smell him more.

"You neat freak! I had enough. You can't talk to me like that and get away. Younger brothers don't talk to their older brother that way. Next time you do that I'm going to cum in you, I swear." he said it playfully.

"F*ckkkk Damien stop rubbing your smell on me!" I shouted while trying to get away from his grasp.

After a couple of minutes, we both head home in separate cars. We head to our shared penthouse where we lived together for at least 10 years now.