DAMIEN'S POV
My 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 wasADRIAN'S POV I leaned back onto the table, my chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath. Selena stood up, a satisfied smile on her face. She leaned down and kissed me on the lips, her tongue darting into my mouth."Mmmmm..." I moaned, I can still taste my own cum from her mouth."Did you enjoy that?" she asked, her voice low and sultry.I nodded, unable to speak. Selena just laughed, her eyes sparkling with amusement."Good," she said, her hand reaching down to cup my still-hard cock. "Because we're not done yet."I thought we were finished. Suddenly, she hiked up her skirt to reveal her lace panties, already damp with desire. She hooked her fingers into the waistband, sliding them down her legs and letting them fall to the floor. My eyes widened in surprise as Selena climbed onto my lap, her pussy positioned right above my cock. She lowered herself onto me, her walls stretching to accommodate my girth. "Arggggg.." I let out a loud moan, my hands gripping Selena's hips as she beg
ADRIAN'S POVThe air in Selena's CEO office was thick with tension, the kind that crackled like electricity between two people who knew exactly what was about to happen. I stood across from her, my heart pounding in my chest as I watched her set aside the documents that proved Sienna’s embezzlement. The evidence was damning, but it was nothing compared to the raw, unfiltered desire that now hung between us. Selena leaned back in her leather chair, her sharp eyes locking onto mine with a hunger that made my breath catch."Time to pay up, Adrian," she purred, her voice low and laced with a command that sent a shiver down my spine. I smirked, playing along as I leaned against her desk, my athletic frame relaxed but coiled like a spring. "What do you have in mind, Selena?" I asked, already knowing the answer. She leaned forward, her lips brushing my ear as she whispered, "You can pay me by fucking me right here. On this desk. Be rough. Don’t hold back."Her words were like a spark to ga
ADRIAN'S POV It was Wednesday, and a knot of unease had been tightening in my stomach since Sienna announced her sudden, week-long vacation. Sienna was the glue that held Clinic together. Organized, efficient, and unfailingly present, she was as much a fixture as the waiting room chairs. Her disappearing act, with no explanation beyond needing "personal time," felt profoundly out of character.I'd tried Damien, he'd just shrugged, looking as bewildered as I felt. "She said she needed a break. Couldn't get anything more out of her. Don't worry, Adrian, she deserves it."Deserved it, maybe. But unexplained disappearances weren't her style. Something was definitely off, a subtle discordance I couldn't quite put my finger on.Thankfully, my schedule wasn't too demanding this week. A small blessing, considering Sienna usually managed my appointments and patient flow with the precision of a Swiss watch. Without her, I was adrift in a sea of appointment reminders and patient files.I stret
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