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
ADRIAN'S POV I reached for the bottom drawer, the one where I meticulously filed all sensitive documents.I yanked the drawer open. My stomach plummeted. It wasn't there. The folder, marked clearly with Selena’s name and the date, was gone. The signed agreement, the one that definitively stated Selena Quinn willingly participated in the after-hours session, was gone. Vanished. And without it, I was vulnerable."What the...? I swear I put it here!" I raked through the other files, the panic now a roaring monster in my ears. It had to be here. It had to be."Oh, Adrian," Selena purred, sitting comfortably at the couch, her arms crossed. "Where's the proof you were bragging about? The written agreement? Show it to me. Let us see your shield."I cleared my throat, trying to project an authority I didn't feel. "It wasn't here," I said, the words sounding weak even to my own ears.Her smile widened, a viper about to strike. "Oh, how unfortunate for you. Clearly, you should have hidden it i
DAMIEN'S POVSienna's voice dripped with a forced casualness that did nothing to soothe the simmering rage already bubbling inside me. "Damien, Selena Quinn is here. She… uh… she just went into Adrian's office and closed the door."Selena Quinn. CEO of Quinn BioMed Innovations. The woman who held the keys to the cutting-edge diagnostic machine our clinic desperately needed. The woman who was now, apparently, having a closed-door meeting with Adrian. I clenched my jaw. A meeting? Or something else entirely?I stormed towards Adrian's office, the carpet doing little to muffle the angry thud of my footsteps. My hand shook slightly as I fumbled with the master key, the metal cold against my skin. What the hell was going on?The lock clicked, and I shoved the door open, my mind already formulating a scathing rebuke about professionalism and jeopardized deals. But the words died in my throat.There they were. Adrian, pinned against his plush swivel chair, and Selena Quinn, practically drap
DAMIEN'S POV"Leave soft kisses on her thighs one at a time and upon reaching her pussy, give the surrounding area of her clitoris a soft kiss then go up to her another leg then repeat the process at least three times. At this point, she will be battling with the pleasured agony and anticipation of when you're going to lick her clitoris. You can also tease her until she nears on getting crazy with your lick by getting really close to her cunt and clitoris but only give them one or two licks then proceed to another part of her body far from it.""Take your time lavishing every nook and cranny of her pussy, leave nothing untouched by your lips and tongue. Swirl your tongue in her clitoris as long as she wants. Make her beg for more. Make her addicted to the pleasure you're giving her. Mark, you can make her cum just by your mouth. Her orgasm will heighten her senses more. It will be a prelude to the main show.""Ugghhhhh... Mark.... baby.... I'm gonna.... fuckkk... cum" Emily warn him.
ADRIAN'S POVIt’s been three days. Three agonizing days of pacing, rehearsing, and ultimately failing to conjure the right words. How do you explain something so twisted, so…wrong?Damien caught me. Selena, practically straddling me in my own damn swivel chair, her lips glued to mine. It looked exactly as bad as it was. Except, it wasn’t what it looked like. Not entirely.God, I hate Selena.How do I tell Damien, my best friend, that I’m being blackmailed? That Selena, that viper disguised as a woman, is threatening to ruin me with sexual assault charges?She has proof, dammit. Forensic exam results that paint me as a predator. She’s holding them over my head, demanding I play her twisted game. And the game, of course, involves her getting whatever she wants. Right now, what she wants is me.She used that state-of-the-art diagnostic machine against me. The one our clinic desperately needs. The one Damien is secretly, obsessively fixated on. He’s been trying to play it cool, acting lik
DAMIEN'S POVI was recounting my escapades in France, the two women in the VIP section eager to impress, their expensive perfume a heady mix. Adrian was smiling, genuinely interested, which was typical of him. He'd just finished telling me about how he’d secured Selena’s approval during her surprise visit to the clinic, impressing her with our efficiency.Then the bar girls arrived. Suddenly, hands were on my shoulders, giggles filled my ears. I saw Adrian’s face. It was a fleeting expression, almost unnoticeable in the strobe lights, but there was a flicker of something…pain? Disappointment? "Excuse me," he mumbled, his voice tight. "I need to… hit the dance floor."Before I could decipher it, he was gone, swallowed by the dancing throng.The girls were draped all over me now just like the previous times I'm here. One was whispering in my ear, the other was tracing patterns on my chest. It should have been enjoyable, a standard Saturday night indulgence. But it wasn't. My mind was e
ADRIAN'S POV The phone call with Selena had ended moments ago, and my closet was already under siege. What did one wear to a "family dinner" when your role was "arm candy"? Apparently, Selena had anticipated my sartorial panic. A text popped up: "Hey Adrian, went on to this store ASAP. They were expecting you. I've already informed them to give a suit that complements the color of my gown. They will take your body measure to insure it is perfectly accentuate every part of your body."I replied, "Wow! It seems that this dinner is really something if you're going all out."Her response was immediate and laced with her signature brand of playful dominance: "Oh you will see tonight. See you handsome! For my family sake, don't went there topless okay?"I chuckled, remembering the mortifying... and apparently, memorable incident a few moments ago where I’d answered her FaceTime shirtless after showering. Selena, forever the tease.The designer store lived up to its reputation. I barely st
ADRIAN'S POVThe tension in Quinn Manor was thick enough to cut with a knife. All eyes were on me after my pathetic attempt to downplay things with Selena. "We're just getting to know each other," I'd said, like some awkward teenager. Then Mr. Quinn Sr. – Selena's grandfather, the man who could make or break empires with a snap of his fingers – had erupted in laughter. Genuine, booming laughter that echoed through the opulent dining room.Confusion warred with a growing sense of dread. I blinked, unsure if I'd misspoken, or worse, offended him. But then he smiled, a surprisingly warm, approving smile. “I like your honesty, Adrian. Your sincerity. I expected some young buck slick charmers to try and take advantage of Selena’s… situation, claim Selena as his own just for the… prestige."He glanced at Selena, a glint in his eye. "Don't lose him, dear. Put him in your pocket if you have to." He then turned back to me. "I give you my blessing. If you decide to go public, you have my full
DAMIEN'S POVShe tried to deep throated me again and again, the sensation was overwhelming. She slid her wet flexible tongue to my cock while thrusting it in and out her mouth.The wetness and warmness of her mouth engulfing me fully was unbearable, I instantly feel my cock pulsated and throbbed inside it. The tingling sensation of my cock going in and out of her mouth swirled in. I guide her head and push it down to go deeper and swallow me fully inside her mouth.The room filled with the sounds of her gasps, her moans, the wet sounds of slurping and gagging. She continued to work on me, her pace changes from slow and deliberate at first, gradually building in intensity. She also started to explore every part of my surrounding area of my cock . She played with my balls, softly squeezing and caressing them, using her hands to fondle them one by one before bringing me back to the main show. I was impressed with her progress and continued to give her instructions on how to improve.I fe
DAMIEN'S POVIt had been two weeks since the drama with Adrian's stepmother and stepbrother had died down, and things were finally getting back to normal. Adrian and I were busy attending to our patients, and it was now Friday night, which meant it was time for my after-hours sessions. It’s a delicate dance, balancing professionalism with the...intimate nature of the help I provide.Footsteps echoed down the hall towards my office. Two knocks on the door. Sienna, our clinic's secretary, and Adrian, my best friend, had already left for the weekend. It was just me and the night ahead. "Come in," I said, my voice even and calm.The door swung open, and Sandra stood there, framed in the doorway. She wore a simple, form-fitting red dress that screamed innocence against the backdrop of the dimly lit hallway. She looked shy, almost fragile."Please, have a seat," I gestured to the chair opposite my desk.She moved with a hesitant grace, settling into the chair like she was afraid it might d
ADRIAN'S POV Suddenly, sirens wailed in the distance. The police were coming. "We have to go," Delilah hissed at Brent, her voice shaking. "Now!" Brent looked confused, but Delilah grabbed his arm and dragged him towards their car. He hesitated for a moment, glancing back at me, the ice pick still poised against my neck. "This isn't over, Adrian," he growled. "You haven’t seen the last of us." With that, they scrambled into their car and sped out of the parking lot, leaving me trembling in their wake. Damien rushed to my side, his face etched with concern. "Adrian! Are you okay? Let me see that cut." I nodded, pressing my hand against my neck. "Yeah, I think so. Just a scratch." He examined the wound, his expression grim. "That needs stitches. Let's get you to the emergency room." As we waited for the police to arrive, Damien put his arm around me, pulling me close. "I'm so glad you're okay," he murmured. "Me too," I said, leaning into him. "Thank you, Damien. You saved my li
ADRIAN'S POV We sat around the polished mahogany table, the seriousness was palpable. Damien, ever the reassuring presence, sat beside me. Across from us, Mr. Harrison, our lawyer, a man whose calm demeanor usually put me at ease, was now radiating a focused intensity. Beside him, Mr. Harding, the private investigator, a man who dealt in shadows, kept his gaze sharp and unwavering. We were strategizing for a war I never wanted to fight, a war with my own family."Adrian," Mr. Harrison began, his voice cutting through the tension, "as we've discussed, your position is legally sound. The will is airtight, and the law is on your side. However, we need to prepare for every eventuality."He was referring to Delilah, my stepmother, and Brent, my stepbrother. They’d slithered back into my life like the vipers they were, demanding half of everything my father had left me. Years of silence, years of no contact, shattered in an instant with their audacious claim.I sighed, running a hand throu
DAMIEN'S POV The sterile scent of disinfectant hung heavy in the air as I stretched, the last of my morning patients finally seen. My back popped in protest, a familiar ache that signaled the end of another busy shift. I stepped out of my office, intending to flag down Sienna, our ever-efficient secretary, and check my afternoon schedule.As I rounded the corner, Adrian's office door caught my eye. It was closed. And locked.A knot of unease tightened in my gut. Adrian never locked his door during consultations. It was an open invitation, a silent reassurance to his patients that he was approachable, available. The only time I ever saw that door locked was… well, it was a memory I’d rather bury. The memory of catching Adrian and Selena in a compromising position.A flicker of anger, a possessive rage, threatened to ignite. Has he… was he doing it again? But reason quickly doused the flames. Adrian wasn't stupid. He wouldn't make the same mistake twice. This felt different, heavier. S
ADRIAN'S POV Tuesday morning. Supposedly a fresh start, but all I felt was the lingering echo of Monday’s panic attack. Those damn cable ties. I hadn’t seen them for a very long time, not really, until the utility crew left them haphazardly under my desk. Just a forgotten detail, but to me, they were a portal back to a nightmare I thought I conquered but no, the fear isn't conquered, it's just buried deep down waiting to resurfaced again anytime. I rearranged my schedule, squeezing in patients who were understanding, if a little inconvenienced, by my unexpected… episode. Before I dared to sit, I glanced under my desk. Empty. Relief washed over me, a temporary reprieve from the suffocating dread. It was foolish, I knew. I was a grown man, a successful doctor. I should be able to handle a few plastic ties. But the truth was, the fear wasn’t about the object itself, it was about what it represented: helplessness, violation, the utter loss of control. My first patient, Greg, was a yo
DAMIEN'S POV I felt…good. Genuinely good. The air between Adrian and me had been thick with unspoken tension for weeks, a suffocating cloud of misunderstanding I couldn’t quite grasp. The relief was palpable. It had been hanging over me for days, this suffocating fear that Adrian was somehow slipping away. We’d had… not a fight, exactly. Just a distance. A coolness that settled between us, a space where easy conversation used to flow. But this morning, we’d talked. Really talked. About the little things that bothered us, about everything and nothing.And now? It was gone. The distance had evaporated. I felt like I could breathe again. He was here, my Adrian, my best friend.I even felt a pang of guilt remembering the selfish thought I’d blurted out this morning, something about hoping he wouldn’t find his future wife for at least ten years. I just… I couldn't envision my life without him. He was a constant. A brother. The thought of him building a life with someone else, a family tha
ADRIAN'S POV The sunlight streaming through the blinds woke me up at 7:00 AM, a minor miracle considering I hadn't drifted off until after 2:00 AM. But I felt…lighter. Like a knot in my chest had finally loosened. Damien and I had actually talked, really talked, and cleared the air. I'd explained, perhaps clumsily, that Selena and I weren't a thing, not yet anyway, and that I knew he was just looking out for me, worried about me getting hurt. I'd also confessed why I'd switched gyms so abruptly and why I'd been avoiding him. It wasn't my proudest moment, the avoidance, but at least it was out in the open.I went through my usual morning routine, a quick shower, a shave, and then pulled on a pair of gray sweatpants and a white, fitted muscle tee. Comfort was key, especially after the emotional rollercoaster of the previous night.The kitchen was my domain. I loved the methodical process of cooking, the way simple ingredients transformed into something delicious. This morning, it was
ADRIAN'S POVThe plush velvet of the couch felt alien beneath me. I was home, technically, back in our penthouse living room, but the air hung thick with unspoken tension.I craved the oblivion of sleep, but I knew it wouldn't come. Not with Damien across from me, his presence a palpable force. He was observing me, his dark eyes narrowed, and the silence stretched, taut and unforgiving. I could practically taste the simmering frustration radiating from him, and it was all aimed at me. I felt like a cornered animal, every instinct screaming at me to flee.“What’s going on, Adrian?” His voice was low, a husky rumble that usually sent shivers down my spine.I forced a casual shrug, trying to mimic the nonchalance I usually wore like armor. "What do you mean? Everything's fine."The sound of his palm slamming against the glass coffee table shattered the tense silence. I flinched."Don’t play dumb with me. Don't lie to me, Adrian," he growled, his voice a dangerous whisper. "Something's w