THIRD PERSON'S POVIn the heart of the bustling city, the powerful CEO of Quinn BioMed Innovations immersed herself in the stack of documents sprawled across her expansive mahogany desk. The air was thick with ambition and the promise of innovation as the company prepared to unveil its groundbreaking medical machine. News of its development had sent ripples through the industry, attracting a multitude of eager investors hoping to capitalize on the impending success.Her secretary, Mia, a loyal confidante and best friend, knocked lightly before entering the office. With a clipboard in hand, she informed the CEO about the ongoing process of sorting through the avalanche of applications for the machine. They were meticulously rejecting institutions with questionable backgrounds, ensuring that only credible candidates remained in the running. The CEO's fingers tapped rhythmically against the polished surface of her desk, a habit of hers when deep in thought.“You won’t believe it,” Mia s
ADRIAN'S POVToday was like any other Thursday. The clinic buzzed with the usual rhythm of medical consultations, and I was lost in the familiar cadence of patient care. I thrived on the chaos of the small clinic, where my best friend, Damien, and I had built a sanctuary for those seeking help with their reproductive health. As I wrapped up with my last patient of the morning, a sense of accomplishment washed over me. It was a fleeting moment of satisfaction before the shadows of my personal desires crept in again.As the last patient of the morning exited my office, I sunk into my chair, a sigh escaping my lips. It was noon, and the exhaustion was palpable. My thoughts drifted to Damien, picturing him in a Parisian café, charming the locals with his wit and charisma. But it was more than the envy of his adventures that gnawed at me. No, it was the emptiness that filled the void he left behind. He was supposed to return tonight, yet it felt like eons had passed since I last saw him.
ADRIAN'S POV It had been a long day at the clinic. After sulking and yearning for Damien's presence for about an hour, I was ready to pack up and head home, my mind already drifting to the comfort of my couch and the latest episode of my favorite series. As I rummaged through my bag, a sudden flurry of footsteps echoed down the hallway, breaking the monotony of my routine.I looked up, startled, just as Sienna burst into my office, breathless and flustered. "Adrian!!!" she shouted, her eyes wide with urgency. I blinked in confusion, my heart racing a little at her sudden entrance. "What's wrong, Sienna? Why are you running? What's happening?" I asked, concern creeping into my voice.Still panting, she managed to gasp out, "Quinn BioMed Innovations!" "What? What about them?" I replied, my curiosity piqued. Quinn BioMed Innovations was a prominent name in the industry, and I felt a knot of anxiety twist in my stomach. They are the company who owns that one of a kind machine that we
DAMIEN'S POVThe flashing lights and thumping bass vibrated through my chest, mirrored the chaotic energy of the VIP room. The past two days have been a whirlwind – lectures, panel discussions, endless networking. Sharing my journey as a male gynecologist in a field dominated by women had been surprisingly rewarding, but utterly exhausting. Tonight, I'd promised myself a release, a chance to unwind with the new colleagues I'd connected with at the seminar.We'd secured a prime spot in this renowned Parisian nightclub, a haven of plush velvet seating and crystal chandeliers. Bottles of champagne flowed freely, laughter echoed, and the air was thick with the scent of expensive perfume and something more primal.Two women clung to me, their perfectly painted nails tracing patterns on my bare chest. The top buttons of my shirt were undone, a deliberate act of rebellion against the professional image I'd cultivated for the past few days. Their whispers were breathy and suggestive, their bo
ADRIAN'S POVTwo days. Two days since I last heard from him, two days spent staring at my phone like it was a crystal ball capable of predicting his call. Finally, Thursday afternoon, freedom was within reach. I was practically vibrating with anticipation, already halfway packed, when my phone buzzed. Damien. My heart leaped.Of course, he was calling to ask me to pick him up. He’d be landing tonight, back from that soul-crushingly seminar in France. I answered the call with an enthusiasm I hadn't realized I was capable of."Damien! Took you long enough! Finally decided to call, huh? I was starting to think you forgot my number." I even managed a playful laugh. My mind was already racing, picturing the look on his face when he saw me waiting at the gate.The silence that followed was a punch to the gut."Adrian," he said, his voice a smooth baritone that usually sent shivers down my spine. Now, it just felt like a prelude to disaster. "Listen, something came up. I need to extend my st
ADRIAN'S POV I stared at Selena, my jaw practically scraping the pristine white floor of the clinic. "Excuse me? You want me to do what?" The words felt foreign leaving my lips, coated in disbelief and a healthy dose of apprehension.Selena smirked, a dangerous glint in her eyes that sent a shiver down my spine despite my best efforts."You're a genius, Adrian, and I doubt your hearing's that poor. I meant exactly what I said.""You're joking, right?" I asked, desperately clinging to the hope that this was some elaborate, bizarre prank.She shook her head, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders. "No. I'm serious. I'm a busy woman, Adrian. I certainly won't reschedule, and I'm definitely not allowing a refund.""Sorry, Ms. Quinn, but there's no way I can do that. I don't offer that kind of... service." I insisted, trying to maintain a professional decorum, even as my mind raced. What was she even thinking?Her grin widened, a predatory glint in her eyes. "Oh, you will now, Adrian
ADRIAN'S POV She was laying in the couch, I roughly placed my hands directly on tits, it undeniably felt much smoother and warmer. I used my thumb to feel her nipples. Fuck, she was turn on, both here nipples are hard.I then placed my hand on her thigh, I began to explore the length and width of her bare skin, each inch making my cock hard. I didn't have this kind of feeling for a long time."Ohhhhhh... Adrian... ahhh" she moaned as I bent forward to take her left nipple on my mouth. Her moan intensified as a suck on it.Selena parted her thighs and wriggled them. I know she's inviting me to touch her down there, her pussy moistened up, and her clit tingled. I slid my middle finger down the creases of her thin strap until I found the hard bud of her clit. I began rubbing it. "Ughhhhhh," Selena let another loud moan."Fuckk... Ms. Quinn you're so wet" I teased her as I saw her pussy getting wetter and wetter at every touch. "Uggghhh... Adrian... please.. ughhh.... call me Selena"
ADRIAN'S POVI let her ride me again. I could feel my release building up inside me, and I'm sure, Selena was closed too, I feel the muscles of her pussy squeezing me tightly as her body tense up at the sensation my cock giving her.Ohhhh...holy...... Adrian.. I'm gonna cum again... please let... ughhh... me come" she begged."No, you can't cum yet. Don't you dare! I'm close wait for me." I answered."Ughhh fuck..." Selena moaned, closing her eyes as I feel her legs shaking. I see her desperately trying to hold herself from cumming.But I won't make it easier for her, I deliberately thrust on her faster and harder making sure that the sensation of my cock will pushed her to the edge."Ohhhhh... godd... I can't hold it anymore!" Selena screamed, her head stretched up and eyes rolled back as she lost control. I felt her body shook as she made her release while I continued to thrust on her. I grunted as her tight pussy tightened more around my cock, it squeezed my cock as she came on me
ADRIAN'S POVThe comments exploded. Speculation ran rampant. "Who was the lucky woman? ""Was it a celebrity? ""A fellow doctor?"They had no idea."That's all I'm saying for now," I announced, cutting off the inevitable flood of follow-up questions. "Let's move on to something else."None of them knew that the song was for Damien. My best friend. My confidant. The man who had been by my side through thick and thin, through medical school, through failed relationships, through every single triumph and disaster life had thrown my way.The man I was hopelessly, irrevocably in love with.The lyrics weren't just about gratitude. They were about love. Unspoken, unrequited, simmering beneath the surface for years. The "secrets I keep" weren't just secrets. They were the agonizing words I could never bring myself to say, the confession I feared would shatter our friendship.I hope he wasn't watching the stream right now, but maybe he was laughing along with everyone else, oblivious to the
ADRIAN'S POV "’Are you single, Adrian?’" I read aloud, a grin spreading across my face. "Well, that's a popular question! And the answer is..." I paused for dramatic effect, knowing I was being a tease. "It's complicated." The comments exploded. Even behind the screen, I could feel the collective gasp and flurry of fingers typing. "Complicated... how?" "Who is it, Coach Adrian?" "Spill the tea!" I chuckled. "Okay, okay, I'll elaborate a little. There's someone... someone I care about deeply. Someone who's incredibly important to me. But the nature of our relationship… is not easily defined." I knew I was dancing around the truth, but revealing my feelings for Damien to thousands of strangers online felt like a betrayal, a violation of something sacred. My feelings for Damien were complex, a tangled web of love, admiration, and a deep-seated fear of ruining everything. He was my best friend, my protector, the closest thing I had to the family. He had rescued me from a l
ADRIAN'S POV"Where the fuck have you been, Adrian?"Damien's voice sliced through my bedroom silence like a shard of ice. I froze, rooted to the spot just inside the doorway. The air, thick with unspoken tension, crackled around me. Guilt, sharp and immediate, constricted my chest. I’d screwed up. Big time.Damien was sitting on the couch across from my room, bathed in the harsh glow of the city lights filtering through the panoramic windows. His silhouette was all sharp angles and controlled fury. He looked every inch the powerful, intimidating man he was.I snuck out. Plain and simple. Damien had an after-hours session and was having fun with his female clients. I'd been restless, cooped up in this opulent cage for what felt like an eternity. So, I’d craved a taste of normalcy, a night out, a fleeting glimpse of the life I used to have. Liberating's promises of good music and even better company had been too tempting to resist.The problem? I’d lost track of time. I was supposed to
ADRIAN'S POVIt's been two days since I was discharged from the hospital. I just got home from work at the clinic. I looked at the clock and it was almost 6:00 PM. The penthouse felt empty, silent, and lifeless. A part of me wondered if we had house staff, maybe I'd have someone to talk to when Damien isn't home.Another part of me felt blessed because I have private time with Damien when he's around. I didn't really know what to feel. It's Tuesday evening, which means Damien won't be home until at least 9:00 PM. I confirmed with Sienna that Damien did indeed have an after-hours session tonight.Right. Another woman would experience the focused intensity of his gaze, the warmth of his touch, the practiced charm that had somehow, inexplicably, been directed at me long enough for me to fall… well, for all this.I cursed myself. Two days out of the hospital, and I was already sinking back into the familiar pit of anxiety and resentment. By now, I should be numb to the thought of Damien
DAMIEN'S POVIt was Tuesday evening, the hands on my office clock inching closer to the hour when the real theatrics began. Five minutes. Just enough time for the knot in my stomach to tighten another notch. My fingers drummed a restless rhythm on the mahogany desk, a subconscious counterpoint to the sterile professionalism I was forcing myself to maintain.They were here. I could hear the distinct sound of two sets of footsteps approaching my door. The Lacrosse. Clients, technically.I straightened in my chair, plastering on the practiced, empathetic expression I reserved for these after-hours sessions. The door swung inward, revealing a man and a woman framed in the doorway. He, all sharp angles and forced charm. She, a study in nervous tension."Mr. and Mrs. Lacrosse," I said, my voice a calm, even baritone. "Come in, have a seat." I gestured to the plush chairs facing my desk.The man, Ryan Lacrosse, extended a hand, his smile wide and, I suspected, entirely disingenuous. "Hello
ADRIAN'S POVAfter Selena and Grandpa Alex visit, I decided to distract myself by watching a movie. My eyes were glued to the television, lost in the world of a sci-fi epic. Explosions, spaceships, alien landscapes – anything to keep the real world at bay.The movie was reaching its climax, the lead characters making a last stand against the overwhelming forces of the villain. Just as the final battle began, the door to my hospital room swung open with a bang. I jolted, my heart leaping into my throat.I looked up, shocked, to see Damien striding towards me, his face a mask of disapproval. He glanced from my face to the television screen, and then, without a word, reached for the remote and switched it off."What the… Damien! It was the most important part!" I shrieked, frustration bubbling inside me.He glared down at me, his gaze sharp and intense. "When I told you to stay in the hospital, Adrian, I meant for you to rest, not tire yourself out watching movies like you're at home.""
DAMIEN'S POVThe exhaustion clung to me like a second skin. Consulting with patients all morning, navigating their needs, always took its toll. I rubbed my temples, a familiar ache blooming behind my eyes. A quick bathroom break was all I needed, a momentary escape before diving back into the paperwork. I leaned back in my swivel chair, massaging my temples, trying to knead away the building tension. A few stretches did little to alleviate the stiffness from hours of sitting. I glanced outside my office door. Adrian’s office door was closed. The clinic felt strangely muted, hollow without the sound of his enthusiastic, booming voice. It was already lunchtime, and usually, by this time, Adrian would cheerfully barge in, a whirlwind of energy, asking for my lunch order. "The usual, Damien?" he'd always ask, a mischievous glint in his eyes. I missed that small ritual, that little burst of sunshine.I hastened my bathroom break, hoping maybe Adrian would be back by the time I returned.
ADRIAN'S POV I slowly opened my eyes, wincing at the pain that still lingered in my body. Every muscle screamed with protest with each tiny movement I made. It was already Monday morning, just a day after I was attacked by Jace in the gym's parking lot.Honestly, a part of me couldn't entirely blame Jace, even with the throbbing pain in my side. Jace had thought I was Damien, and his jealousy had gotten the better of him. I had given Sandra a ride to the bus stop, an innocent act born out of simple human decency, which had led to the confusion. While I couldn't blame Jace for his actions, I did condemn the way he dealt with his jealousy issues, especially considering he was the one who broken Sandra's heart by cheating on her in the first place. With her best friend, no less. Disgusting.As I lay in my inclined bed, I tried to shift positions, but the doctor's advice to refrain from too much sitting echoed in my mind. The stress on my newly stitched stab wounds was still a concern. I
DAMIEN'S POV Adrian lay in the hospital bed, pale and still, a stark contrast to the vibrant, energetic man I knew. I watched him, guilt gnawing at me. Just a few minutes ago, I tentatively asked him if he remembered who had attacked him in the gym parking lot. His reaction had been… strange. Not anger, not fear, but a flinching, almost physical recoiling, like he was trying to escape a memory. I chalked it up to trauma, to the lingering shock of the attack. But deep down, a knot of unease tightened in my stomach. Something felt wrong. After texting Sienna, to cancel Adrian's appointments and inform his patients about his hospitalization, I was back at his side. He is awake. I was peeling an apple for him, the crisp scent filling the sterile air, when he spoke, his voice was raspy. "You know I can eat that apple with the skin on, right? You don't need to peel it," he chuckled, a weak, breathy sound. "Don't be a spoilsport," I replied, trying to mask the worry in my voice. "Just le