LOGINDamian’s POVAs I almost choked on the drink because of the word he had said to him. Nickolai couldn’t help but release a smile. He placed his hands on my back and gave my back a stroke. “Do you know what that means?” He asked me. The moment he knew I had stopped coughing. I had read an article on that. I had some images I had looked at. Even as I thought about them. Heat pulled in my groin. As I felt my Precum leaked through my slit. “Um…kind of,” I answered casually like it wasn’t something that just bothered me right now. “Good… tell me what you know,” he answered My eyes widened. I had no proper understanding and I wasn’t sure I knew the right words I could say I knew to it. “Wh—why don’t you just tell me instead?” “Because I want to know your thoughts and how you felt it the moment you saw it for the first time.” I gave up and answered him. “It’s more like someone is in control and the other person has to obey his instructions.”I stared down. Waiting for him to laugh
Damian’s POVEven as Nickolai slowly explained this to me, I took a deep breath as I gathered my thoughts.As I ate the last piece of chocolate cake that had been served as dessert, I tried to distract myself from Nickolai's body and face today.The way he glanced at me every single minute, or the way he smiled whenever I talked about something that made me happy.I couldn't wait to get home. Heat seared through my groin as I thought about every single thing we were going to do today.He paid the bill, and we walked outside, where the valet brought the car around. Excitement swirled inside me.I hoped I would like the place and that it would make me feel good rather than judged.The moment we stepped into the club, we were led to a table where the lady at the front desk brought out a paper for me to sign, along with a welcome gift so I wouldn't feel like a stranger.She smiled at me as she handed me the paper and pen. I signed it without looking at the contents, my attention fixed on
Nickolai’s POV As I drove to the studio to pick up Damian, I wasn't sure if I was ready to show him this side of me. I tightly gripped the steering wheel, I stared at the cars passing by and wondered if I could just cancel the plan so I wouldn't have to face Damian and take him there. But I couldn't. I had seen his reaction after I told him I was taking him out to dinner—the way he had half-heartedly smiled as though it meant the world to him. After parking outside and sending him a text that I was in front of his studio, I sighed for the fifth time since driving into the parking lot. After sending the text, I turned off the ignition and glanced toward the elevator. My heartbeat thundered in my ears as I rehearsed my words for the fifth time in my head. When the elevator dinged, I stepped out. The moment I saw him, my breath caught in my throat. He stood there waiting for me in a sleeveless suit, his muscles stealing the show. The emerald-green sleeveless blazer with it
Nickolai’s POVThe moment I stepped into the elevator, all eyes were transfixed on me. For whatever reason, I expected them to throw me weird looks, but they simply glanced at me and focused on their work. I nodded absentmindedly and walked toward Damian's office. As I approached the office, my heart raced as I thought about how he was going to react if I asked him to have dinner with me.Even as my heart begged me to go back so I don’t get rejected in the worst way I never imagined I knocked softly, not wanting to scare him or anything. The door opened to reveal a young lady whose smile was irresistible. She opened the door wider as though she had been expecting me and asked if I wanted anything. I smiled and told her I wasn't hungry. She walked away, leaving me alone with the person who never wanted to see me. As I searched his face, he showed no emotion. Anger, embarrassment, or something else—I couldn't really tell what he was feeling. I checked my watch, wondering if this
Damian's POV Surprisingly, I felt a soft touch beneath me the moment I woke up. The soft sheets that I hadn’t realised how I got there. The call had ended with me crying and spilling half of everything I was meant to keep a secret. Only leaving out the part that I had run away because I was too scared to tell him that I had killed someone. I remembered my foster brother consoling me and telling me that he was going to take the next flight and stay with me for a few days so we could talk about what we wanted to do about this man. But I knew I couldn't leave him. It had been weeks since my parents had apologized to me over the phone. They were too ashamed to meet me personally. Maybe they would be intimidated by my power and fame. Even as my temples throbbed, I was relieved to know that the pain from yesterday felt better than it had yesterday. But it still stung a little. I couldn't just lie in bed all day. It had been a very long night, and I had silently begged for morning to
Nickolai’s POV Even as my fingers flexed around my phone for the tenth time that day, I kept glancing at my texts, promising myself not to overwhelm Damian. I had been very inconsiderate, catching him without a safety net. I was afraid he was finally going to run this time, but I had someone watching over him, and that person hadn't called me with any alarming news. I had caught him off guard by not telling him who I was. Even as I stared at the documents in front of me, I wondered if I had scared him away with the rules I had set for him. Did it feel good to him, or did it not? As a flood of thoughts rushed through me, I wasn't sure if this was something he truly wanted. Every submissive I had been with had never complained. Everyone had been fine with the dynamics I had established. I had chosen them from a world where they belonged. But Damian was just a normal person living his life—a normal person I had felt attracted to the moment I laid eyes on him. Even as I called the
Damian's POV YOUR SECRETS ARE NO LONGER SAFE WITH ME. The words bled across the card like they had been written in fury pressed so hard into the paper that the ink had nearly torn through the other side. It had been dropped in front of the studio. Just sitting there. Waiting for me. The momen
Nickolai’s POV The moment I got home. Tears pooled at the corners of my eyes as I thought about the memories my wife and I had shared before she made up her mind and thought about leaving the marriage. My heart stumbled as I walked to the bar to pick up the wine. The penthouse felt lonely sinc
Damian's POV I almost got caught. I wouldn't say I got caught but we were this close to Derek walking in on us, the way I was completely lost in what I was doing. Invested. Embarrassingly so. I couldn't make sense of myself. Of what I was doing with a man who had treated my family the way he did
Here's the corrected and emotionally deepened version: Nickolai's POV Derek was home. I had disappointed my son enough. And today was not going to be about me again. The moment the key jiggled in the lock, I was already moving. My feet carried me before my mind could catch up, ducking into







