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
DAMIEN'S POV The last time I spoke to Adrian, it was a hurried call from a sun-drenched resort in France. I’d broken the news about extending my trip, a last-minute decision that I knew would throw his meticulously planned schedule into chaos. Guilt gnawed at me, but the opportunity was too good to pass up. Now, silence.France had been more than just sun and relaxation. I’d closed a massive deal, securing a partnership, granting us access to medical supplies at drastically reduced prices. A secret weapon I was eager to unveil to Adrian in person, see the pride in his eyes. It also a way to repay him for the burden I always seemed to place on his shoulders.I’d collected a mountain of gifts – a vintage scarf for Sienna, our ever-efficient secretary, and black scarf and bottles of that ridiculously expensive whiskeys and wines Adrian liked.The French Riviera was a whirlwind of meetings and forced smiles, punctuated by too much champagne and the persistent advances of women I had no i
DAMIEN'S POVThe aroma of chicken broth and ginger clung to the air as I carefully made my way down the penthouse hallway, the bowl of soup warm in my hands. I’d actually managed to cook something edible. Then I saw him.Adrian, pale and unsteady, was using the wall for support, shuffling along like a newborn fawn. My brow furrowed. What was he doing out of bed?"Adrian! What are you doing here? Didn't I tell you to stay in bed and wait for me?" My voice came out sharper than intended.He looked up, a sheepish expression on his face. "I didn't want to feel like such a burden, Damien. It's just a fever. I can walk, you know. I'm not bedridden."I couldn’t help but feel a surge of… something. Irritation? Concern? It was all tangled up. I stepped closer, ruffling his already messy hair. "Why are you so stubborn, Adrian? Do I need to tie you to the bed to get you to obey me?" I flicked his forehead, a habit from college.Adrian blinked a couple of times, a strange look in his eyes. He ac
DAMIEN'S POVThe scent of disinfectant and lavender hit me as I crossed the threshold of the clinic. Home sweet, sterile home. It felt good to be back after a week away in France. Sienna, our ever-reliable all around staff, greeted me with a polite smile."Welcome back, Dr. Dickins," she said, her voice crisp and professional."Thank you, Sienna. Good to be back. Could you follow me to my office for a few minutes? I'd like to catch up."She nodded and trailed behind me as I headed down the hallway. I sank into my swivel chair, the familiar leather a welcome comfort after a long flight. Sienna stood by the edge of my desk, her posture ramrod straight."Please, have a seat, Sienna," I gestured to the chair opposite mine.Before we dove into work, I rummaged in my bag and pulled out a neatly wrapped package. "This is for you. A small token of my appreciation for holding down the fort while I was gone. And as a peace offering for any inconvenience my absence caused."Sienna's eyes widen
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
ADRIAN'S POVAfter what felt like an eternity, I finally blinked my eyes open, trying to focus. . It felt like I’d been out for days, though the clock on the wall suggested it had only been a few hours. My eyelids felt incredibly heavy, the after-effects of the anesthesia still lingering. I woken up in fits and starts before, but my vision had always been hazy like looking through a fogged-up window, glimpses of blurry faces and muted sounds . This time, though, the first thing I saw was a crisp, white ceiling – unmistakably a hospital.My body felt like a lead weight, every muscle screaming in protest. I was sore and battered, a painful reminder of what had happened. A dull throb pounded in my head. Tentatively, I reached up and touched the bandages wrapped around my forehead. My right hand felt restricted, then I noticed the IV drip snaking its way into my vein. I tried to sit up, but a sharp, searing pain shot through my abdomen, instantly reminding me of the two stabs that had nea
DAMIEN'S POV The burn in my muscles was a welcome distraction. Another set done, I scanned the familiar space of Spartan Fitness. Where was he? Adrian. He was always here, pushing me, spotting me, making some ridiculous joke about protein shakes. It’s been almost two months since he abandoned our shared gym. Two months since I last saw his goofy grin across the bench press. I still didn't get it. Eight years, we’d sweated and strained together in this place. I still didn't know the real reason behind his departure. He mumbled something about needing a "change of scenery" and "new challenges," but his eyes told a different story, a story he wasn't ready to share with me. Or maybe he was, and I was just too blind to see it. Bullshit. It felt like a betrayal, a tear in the fabric of our routine. I swallowed my frustration, I told myself it was a good thing, a chance for us both to grow individually. A noble thought, but it felt hollow. The shower was a temporary solace. Hot water poun
ADRIAN'S POV The world swam back into a blurry, painful existence. My head throbbed with a relentless, pounding rhythm, each pulse a white-hot flash behind my eyes. The metallic tang of blood filled my nostrils, and the asphalt scraped against my cheek. I was lying on the cold, unforgiving ground of the gym's parking lot, my vision a hazy mess of distorted shapes and smeared light.A harsh, mocking laugh sliced through the fog in my brain. "Oh, Doctor, you're already down? Come on, stand up, fight me!"My tongue felt thick and unresponsive as I forced out a slurred question. "Who... who are you? Why are you doing this?"The sound of heavy footsteps approached, each one sending a jolt of pain through my skull. It crunched closer. A sharp, agonizing pain erupted in my abdomen. I gasped, curling into a fetal position, trying to escape the torment. The tip of something hard and unyielding – the baseball bat, I realized – had just been jammed into my gut. I instinctively tried to crawl aw
ADRIAN'S POVThe question hung in the air, thick and uncomfortable. "So, you were Damien's client tonight? Is the session finished, then?" I hadn't meant to blurt it out, the words escaping before I could fully process the cocktail of anxiety and curiosity swirling inside me.Sandra blinked, a flicker of surprise crossing her face. Her hesitation was a neon sign screaming confirmation. "What... what do you mean?" she stammered, clearly trying to deflect.I chuckled, a hollow, mirthless sound. "Look, there's no need to hide it from me. I told you I worked at the clinic. I'm aware of what's happening there every Tuesday and Friday night." My voice was deliberately casual, but inside, my stomach was twisting itself into knots.Relief seemed to wash over her, her shoulders relaxing slightly. "Yes," she admitted. "I was Dr. Damien's client for the night."I forced a smile, a brittle thing that felt more like a grimace. A pang of something akin to jealousy, laced with a sharp, stinging pa