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Copyright © 2026 by Ollie - This is a dark romance that contains triggering content and isn't suitable for anyone under 18. It contains explicit sexual content and morally grey characters bordering on obsessive, possessive traits willing to ruin their lives for each other. Some triggers include: hemo-eroticism, depression, off-the-page rape set in the past, infidelity, pregnancy loss, stalking, aggravated jealousy, mentions of sexual assault, extreme psychological abuse, bullying, parental loss, domestic violence, blackmail, graphic sex and sexual harassment, revenge p**n, psychotic displays, dub-con, forced coercion, kidnapping, objectification, degradation, sadism-masochism, suicidal ideation, attempting suicide, murder, breath play. Some kinks include: denied orgasm, forced orgasm, overstimulation, choking, filming of sexual acts, voyeurism, feet fetish, golden shower, exhibitionism, temperature play, findom, asphyxiation, age gap, hemo-eroticism. READERS' DISCRETION/WARNING ⚠️: This is a work of fiction, not a guide to BDSM. Readers must understand the difference. I do not claim to be an expert on the BDSM community. All parties interested in the kinks mentioned here must conduct their own due diligence and not blindly follow everything here. I highly advise readers using their discretion before practicing BDSM. Again, I do not condone the stuff that happens in this book. - AUTHOR'S NOTE: Liberties were taken with the medical system that may not accurately represent the field. I take all the blame for that. The book will be more drama/erotica-focused. With this book, I wanted to challenge myself and subvert the popular tropes I've previously worked with. In the past, my age gap stories have always been about Dominating older male and submissive younger female. With this book, I wanted to do the opposite of that: I wanted to see if I could engage readers in a story that challenges this popular trope. I thought it'd be fun to make the man submissive. I usually enjoy stories like that. And I know many readers would love to see a silver fox on his knees! This book is for all my female Doms and submissive males! Here, you'll find a sassy, obsessive, jealous male sub and a selfish morally grey female Dom. This book is not ideal for anyone with moral sensibilities who will be easily triggered by the actions and decisions of the main characters. This is strictly for entertainment. I do not condone infidelity nor do I excuse some of the actions of the characters. I am writing merely to entertain my readers! You're free to stop reading at any time you feel uncomfortable at all. I apologize in advance, it is not my desire to harm your sensibilities. I was meticulous in my research for this book, especially when it comes to BDSM and the medical terminologies but I am merely mortal. I take full accountability for any errors one might find here. Please leave a comment and I'll make the necessary changes. Finally, sit back, relax, enjoy this wild ride. I can't wait to see where this book takes us. - MAIN CHARACTERS: DOCTOR GIDEON HOLCOMBE: 57, Chief of Neurosurgery, father of the FMC's fiancée. AVERY POPE: 28, Fiancé of the MMC's son, works in hospital administration after dropping out of medical school. JOE HOLCOMBE: Son of the MMC, fiancé of the FMC. ELLIE: FMC'S best friend. DOCTOR JEFFREY KING: Gideon's medical rival. RAVEN HOLCOMBE: Gideon's ex-wife. -Avery’s POVMom’s stuffing herself with the alcohol and shrimps. Red sauce runs down the corner of her mouth. She eats with reckless abandon. I am on my last nerves, tapping my feet under the table.It’s past 6pm and Joe’s still not here. Did he forget about our arrangement? But I’m pretty certain he’s stuck at work.I pull out my phone to text him again. No reply. I text over and over again. He doesn’t send back a reply. I am on the verge of driving over there myself to pick him up.Mom notices my fidgeting. She grins mischievously. “Maybe your imaginary fiancé is not coming. Just tell the truth, Ava…”“My name’s Avery,” I cut in.Mom dips her fingers in the sauce, downing more sauce. “You know, you’ve always done this. Remember high school prom? You swore Peter Adamson’s coming to pick you up. As if Peter would ever go out with you,” she teases.I fold my fists, swallowing hard so as not to snap. It is just like my mother to bring up the most humiliating part of high school for me.
Avery's POV It's been two days since the disastrous sex therapy session. Two whole days since I let those words slip from my lips. Two days of uncertainty. Two days of fear and humiliation and guilt. Two days of being engulfed with dangerous thoughts about him. Gideon. My perfect simp. My perfect sub. My perfect sissy. Two days of wishing he was the one I was marrying instead. It's been two days since I've seen or spoken to Joe. I remember the words that came out of my mouth: “Maybe this marriage is a mistake.” “Maybe we should call it quits and go our separate ways!” It wasn't just a freudian slip; it was my deepest desire. I wish to close my eyes and wake up in a reality where I met Gideon first. There is a part of me that knows Joe is the wrong choice for me. And as hard as I've tried to ignore it, that part of me has persisted for weeks now. Now, it's rearing its head. Now, I can't ignore it any longer. Joe did not take it lightly. He keeps turning up
Gideon's POV It is early dusk with the sun just starting to set when I arrive at Miles’ for his banquet. The mansion sits at the center, surrounded by broad acres of land. Green expanse stretches as far as the eyes can reach. Horses run wild in the distance. Gorgeous creatures galloping with beautiful strides in their closed-in area. I see a uniformed, helmeted rider atop one of the horses, bravely riding. I stop my car in the driveway near a fountain. There are rows of cars. Expensive and luxury cars. A uniformed servant opens the door for me. “Welcome to Casa de la belleza,” he says. He leads me into the house. I am nearly breathless at its beauty. Tall walls, curved, gold-plated stairs, expensive furniture. It is a mixture of beauty, taste and culture. The walls are littered with framed pictures: family and acquired paintings. But the house is empty. No party guests. Just the domestic staff still setting up. They walk around me carrying flower vases, setting the
Avery's POV A stupid, superior smile stretches across Antonio's face. He comes forward, stopping a few feet away from me. I am overcome by his strong perfume. He towers over me. “There is nothing to be ashamed about. A lot of women don't know how to satisfy their men in bed. You're not the first and you won't be the last. Hell, I've made a career out of helping women like you,” he says. He sounds so self-assured with a chip on his shoulder. At first, I wasn't sure I heard him correctly. “What!?” comes out of my mouth. “Well, we are here because Joe says you are not woman enough in bed for him,” Antonio persists. I swear at that moment I wanted to kill Joe AND Antonio! “Excuse me!?” Is he seriously blaming our intimacy issues on just me!? “Lets step into my healing room. I can't wait to get started with you! I have a feeling…. you'll be my best project yet,” Antonio says, pointing towards a white door. “May I have a word in private with my fiancée please!?” I ask, pulling Jo
Avery’s POV Ellie runs up to me with her arms widespread. “Avery!!!” she screams. Everyone in the damn restaurant could hear her screeching voice. They cast disapproving glances her way but Ellie does not give a damn as she comes flying down the small path to meet me at our table. In all the years I’ve known her, my best friend has not changed once. I missed her so much. “Hey, baby girl, how’s it going?” I ask. “Nothing crazy. I quit my job in Europe,” she says, dropping into the chair close to her. I stare at her confused. “You did what?” She always does this. She loves to make impulsive decisions like this and drop the news on me lie it’s nothing. “I missed you. What’s going on?” she says. I sit opposite her. “I guess fine. The only news I have is that my wedding planner has quit two months before the wedding,” I say. Ellie’s face drops. “Why would she do that?” I take a deep breath as if to bury the thought in my head. Gideon. Ellie would lose her mind if she found out wha
Gideon’s POVI enter the conference room with my heart racing. Who else could’ve made a complaint against me? I know I shouldn’t have trusted Martha. I am convinced she scammed me.But when I enter, I freeze. Martha’s not in the room. The chairman of the board and billionaire, Miles Smith, sits at the head of the table. He is flanked by the rest of the board members.And finally at the other end of the room is…Jeff.“Doctor Gideon, thank you for joining us. Please sit,” Miles says. He is in his fifties, silver-haired like me, but that’s where the similarities end. Since his son died in childhood because of ALS, he’s dedicated his time and money to financing and advancing cases of ALS research.He sits on the board of many hospitals and tries to assert his authority over real doctors. We might have mutual respect for each other but we are certainly not friends.I settle on the chair available to me. I fold my hands atop the table, taking a deep breath.“What is this about?” I ask.“Do
Avery’s POV “You’ve been in a mood the entire ride. We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to!” Joe says as we pull into his father’s house. My words of retort vanish in my throat as the house comes into view – a gorgeous Victorian situated inside a garden of colorful flowers. “Woah, yo
Avery’s POV TWO WEEKS LATER “Baby, have a taste. I love this cake,” Joe says, shoving a spoon of lemon cake in my mouth. I chew slowly before swallowing. “it’s nice but we are not having lemon cake in our wedding.” The baker laughs. “Of course not, Ms. Pope. If you could just follow me,
Avery’s POV Fuck, fuck, fuck. My fiancé is sitting right outside, waiting for me. I can’t do this with his father. The hallway is empty but any second now, someone’s going to find us. Shit. “Punish me, mistress!” Gideon begs. My heart is pounding fast. So fast, I am scared it might burst
Avery’s POV No, no, it can’t be. My sub from last night is the respectable Doctor Holcomb? My future father-in-law? How did this even happen? He wasn’t supposed to be --- How could? He stands as we approach, holding my eyes. In the daylight, he is even more stunning: gorgeous brows, st







