LOGINELIDr. Chen's office was exactly as I remembered it. Professional, cold, intimidating.She sat behind her desk, her expression neutral, a file folder open in front of her."Dr. Reeves," she said. "Thank you for coming in. Please, sit."I sat, my hands clenched together to keep them from shaking."I'm sure you know why you're here," Dr. Chen began. "I received disturbing information over the weekend regarding your relationship with former patient Mason Garrett. Information that suggests professional misconduct.""I'm aware of the allegations," I said carefully. "But Dr. Chen, before we discuss the specifics, you need to know that this information came from an unreliable source who has a personal vendetta against me.""Are you suggesting the photographs are fabricated?""No. The photographs are real. But the context surrounding them is being manipulated by someone who wants to destroy my career.""And who would that be?"Before I could answer, there was a knock on the door."Come in,"
MASON P.O.VMonday morning, I woke to my phone ringing. Brad."Mason, we have a problem," he said without preamble. "ESPN just called. They're pulling the offer."I sat up, suddenly wide awake. "What? Why?""They received an anonymous tip that you're gay and dating your physical therapist. They're concerned about the optics, about potential controversy. They want someone clean and uncomplicated for the commentator position.""That's discrimination. They can't pull an offer because of my sexuality.""They're not framing it that way. They're saying there are concerns about your relationship with a healthcare provider, potential ethical violations, blah blah blah. They're covering their asses legally while essentially firing you for being gay.""Can we fight it?""We could. But it would be a long, public battle. And honestly, Mason, I don't think you want that kind of attention right now. Not when you're being blackmailed and your boyfriend is facing licensing issues."He was right. A pu
ELI P.O.VAfter Mason left, I tried to sleep but couldn't. My mind kept spinning with thoughts of the meeting tomorrow, of Ryan's betrayal, of everything that could go wrong.Around two AM, my phone buzzed with a text from an unknown number.Sleep well, Eli? Or are you too busy thinking about your boyfriend's cock? Don't worry, I have plenty of evidence of that too. See you tomorrow. -RRyan. Confirming what we already suspected.I screenshot the message and forwarded it to Patricia immediately, even though it was the middle of the night.Then I typed a response to Ryan.I know it's you. I know what you're doing. And it's not going to work.The reply came seconds later.Already working. Sarah's going to fire you tomorrow. Mason's going to lose the ESPN deal. And everyone's going to know what a predator you are. Should have treated me better, Eli. Should have thought about consequences.This is insane, Ryan. It's been seven years. Move on.I did move on. But then Sarah mentioned your n
"Every night," Eli admitted. "Every morning. I can't stop thinking about your cock. About how it feels inside me. About how you fuck me like you're trying to break me."His words made my cock jerk. I stripped off his boxer briefs and then my own, finally naked together, our cocks pressing against each other hot and hard."Turn over," I commanded. "On your hands and knees. I want to see you."Eli obeyed immediately, positioning himself on all fours, his ass in the air, completely exposed and vulnerable.The sight made my mouth water. I'd been inside him before, but I'd never taken the time to just look, to appreciate how fucking beautiful he was like this.I ran my hands over his ass, squeezing, spreading him open so I could see his hole. It was pink and tight, clenching slightly as I touched near it."You're perfect," I said, leaning down to press a kiss to the small of his back. "So fucking perfect."I grabbed the lube from the nightstand and slicked my fingers. Instead of going stra
"You first," I said to Eli, my heart pounding. "Who do you think it is?""My ex-boyfriend from college. Ryan Chen. He's Dr. Sarah Chen's brother. I just figured it out tonight when I was going through social media. The timing of his posts, the connection to my boss, the access he'd have to information about my patients. It all fits.""Chen," I repeated, the name clicking in my head. "Eli, my new physical therapist is Dr. Marcus Chen. Any relation?"Silence on the other end. Then, "Fuck. I didn't even think about that. Marcus is Sarah's cousin. They're all related. It's a whole family network at the clinic.""So your ex has access to your boss and to my new therapist. He could have gotten information from both of them. Or hacked their accounts to access patient files.""What were you going to say?" Eli asked. "You said you figured out who it was too.""I was going through my iCloud account history. The unauthorized device was registered to an email address. I did some digging and trace
MASON P.O.VWe spent another hour with Patricia, going over every detail of the blackmail, our relationship, the potential legal exposure. By the time we left, my head was spinning with information and my anxiety was through the roof."That was intense," I said as we walked to our cars in the parking garage."Understatement," Eli agreed. "I have to meet with Dr. Chen in less than twenty-four hours and I still don't know what I'm going to say.""Just tell the truth," I said. "Tell her we were attracted to each other, that you transferred me to maintain ethics, and that we started dating after the transfer was finalized.""That's not the whole truth though. The whole truth is that I touched you sexually while you were my patient. That I crossed a line that should never be crossed.""Then don't tell her that part unless she specifically asks," I said. "Patricia was clear about that. Don't volunteer information.""It still feels wrong. Like I'm lying by omission.""You're protecting yours
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