ADRIAN'S POVThe lavender and sandalwood scent of essential oil from the diffuser hung heavy in the air, usually a comfort in my office at the private clinic. Tonight, however, it was a cruel mockery. I blamed myself for this self-inflicted torment, for deciding to overtime tonight and catch up on paperwork. Idiot. I'm a fucking idiot.Through the thin wall, the sounds started – soft at first, like hesitant breaths, then growing in intensity. Moans. Gasps. Skin slapping. Unmistakable cries of pleasure. Damien.... and his clients."Ahhh. Please doctor, Move your tongue, faster, please.""OHHHHHHHHHHHH, fuckk.... doctor, ohh... you're cock..... it is so huge and I love it." a muffled moans from the woman in the next room."You want it hard and fast right?" That voice... it was Damien's voice.It was Friday night, Damien's “after-hours” session as a sex coach, that’s what he calls it. I knew that, of course. Every Tuesday and Friday, like clockwork, my best friend transformed into some
DAMIEN'S POVAlexa and Mia took turns riding my hard cock until I was about to come, I abruptly stood up then ordered Alexa and Mia kneel in front of me, I cum on their faces.I smiled at both of them as I watched them lick the cum on each other's faces. I knew that Alexa and Mia were more than satisfied. Mission accomplished. As for me, I somehow felt hollow inside."So how's the experience?" I asked while I handed them a box of tissues."It's a very satisfying experience," Alexa answered boldly."Well that's good to hear... but what I'm asking is how you feel about inviting a third party in your bedroom. Do you come up with a decision now? ""Ohhh about that, I guess we're in on that right honey?" Alexa shoots a smile on Mia."Hell yeah! Though I'm afraid you set high standards, doctor. Are you sure we can't do this again?" Mia asked shyly."Yeah doctor, we are willing to pay twice or even thrice. We will be your regular client." Alexa added."Sorry ladies but just like what I said
ADRIAN'S POVI tried to regain my composure as I know that Damien's head is as stubborn as a bull. I tried to ignore him but instead of going for a shower, Damien flopped to the couch in the small receiving area of my office. Oh no! His smell would clung to my couch. He is still unaware of his effects on me. Fuck this feelings!"F*ckkk, Damien can you please wear your clothes?" my irritated voice became more evident."Tsk. If it's other people I'm sure they won't say that. You're lucky to see me like this, many women are dying to be in your place." Damien proudly uttered."For one, I am not like them. I am not a woman. So now wear your clothes before the combined smell of your sweat and cum were rubbed on my couch." I shot back."A neat freak as always. haha you're still the same Adrian from med school." Damien said in a mocking voice. "Maybe try to include it in your vlog what is your secret the reason you're immune to my charm." "I'm pretty sure that no matter what I say it won't b
ADRIAN'S POVMy blood almost runs cold and my heart skips a beat when I hear what Damien said. He can't wait to discover my deep darkest secrets.Secrets that I plan to hide and drag even into my grave. I am afraid that he won't be able to handle it. Why? Because it's fucking involved him.Through these years that we are very close to each other, I developed feelings toward him. Feelings that are more than being a best friend or brother. After he rescued me to those bullies when we were in college, we became close friends.Before meeting him, I really thought I was straight as I didn't get attracted to any man except him. At first I really thought it was just a longing for the presence of having siblings as I was the only child. Lately, I realized that it's more than that, it started in med school. I can't help myself to like him, love him. But I know it would always be one sided love as he wasn't into dating a man. He is straight as hell.He didn't know the effects he was giving him
DAMIEN'S POVI slowly opened my eyes, groggily taking in my surroundings. My bedroom was still dark, the only light coming from the faint glow of my alarm clock. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes, feeling a mix of exhaustion and determination.I reached over to turn off the alarm, which was blaring in my ear. 5:30 AM. Gym day.I threw off the covers and swung my legs over the side of the bed, feeling the cool air hit my skin. I took a deep breath, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep.My mind is still fresh with my conversation with Adrian last night. I do get his concerns so I decided to think of it. But for now, I pushed those thoughts at the back of my mind.Sometimes it hurts my ego that he is thinking more mature and clear-headed than me even though I am four years older than him. He isn't just a best friend for me, he can even pass as my little brother given how close we are to each other. He always thinks in advance in everything using his calculated mind. After a quick str
DAMIEN'S POV“Are you sure about this?” I whispered, searching her face for any hesitation. I don't want to force myself on anyone without their consent. Instead, I found only desire reflected back at me.In one swift motion, she reached up, wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling me down to her. Our lips collided with an urgency that sent shockwaves through my body. The taste of her mouth, mingled with the water, was intoxicating, and I felt all thoughts of the outside world dissipate.I crushed her against the wall, the hardness of the tiles contrasting with the softness of her body that surrendered to me. Her hands tangled in my hair, pulling me closer as the heat of the shower intensified, mirroring the fire that engulfed us both.”Hmmm...” she moaned sexily.Every kiss ignited a deeper yearning, our bodies moving together as the rhythm of the water cascaded over us. I lost myself entirely in the moment, desire eclipsing reason. Her skin felt alive against mine, and I could f
DAMIEN'S POVI was pleased by her performance. Out of breath, she panted along with me. Pulling her up by her hair, I started kissing her fiercely. This was hornier than I expected, almost feral. I pressed her against the tiles full-force and proceeded sucking one of her nipples, forcing a scream to escape her throat.”Ohhhhh.... God... please don't stop.” she screamed.”Oh, I won't... not yet." I whispered back.Looking down, she saw I was getting hard again. After a couple few minutes of teasing bites in her nipples, nibbling of her earlobe and sucking her neck, I took hold of her right upper leg and wrapped it around my waist. I handed her a condom I sneakily grabbed before going into the shower room. I let her wear it for me. My wet dick pressed against her folds and before she knew it I pushed through them, sliding it along her wetness.I took hold of my cock and finally guided it inside her. Then I placed both of my hands around her waist and kept her in place while I started th
ADRIAN'S POVAs the door to the shower room was pushed open, my eyes landed on her. She was already dressed but from the way I see it, it is crumpled and signs of being damp maybe because of being in the floor too long just like the lingerie. I have seen her before as a regular member of the gym, now I knew what she had done. She stepped out of the shower room and closed to the door. There's only a small distance between us."Hey handsome, do you wait too long? Sorry we got carried away and he's a beast." she said shamelessly.I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down, but my anger and hurt simmered just below the surface."Hmmm, you surely enjoy the company of strangers that you've just met while your husband is looking for you." I said with irritation."What's with the hostility? Maybe we should also try it some other time?" she said while batting her eyelids and ran her slender fingers into my arm.Is she seriously flirting with me after fucking with another man?"Tsk. Sorr
DAMIEN'S POV I was leaning against my car, drumming my fingers on the cool metal, I needed to kill some time. Adrian had informed me that he’d be at least another thirty minutes, stuck in the supermarket’s rush-hour queue. Suddenly, I heard the sound of a shopping cart’s wheels rolling across the asphalt. The parking lot was bathed in the harsh fluorescent glow of the mall’s lights.I sighed, glancing at my watch, when the cart came into view. Pushing it was a woman— a vision of a woman. Her hair was a cascade of blond curls, wild and untamed, and her dress hugged her curves like it was painted on. She moved with confidence.Our eyes met, there was something electric in her gaze, a challenge, a promise. I felt my pulse quicken as she approached, her heels clicking against the pavement like a drumbeat. "Hi," she said, her voice low and husky, with a hint of an accent I couldn’t place. "I’m Nadia.""Damien," I replied, my voice rougher than I intended. I cleared my throat, trying to
ADRIAN'S POVAll throughout the afternoon, I was busy planning dinner for Damien. Roast chicken? Too simple. Pasta? He had that last night. I wanted it to be special, a proper apology for the Selena lunch debacle. God, I still felt so guilty about that. I hadn’t even explained it properly – Selena had just sent me a noticed, unexpectedly, and invited me. It was a business thing, sort of, and I hadn’t wanted to be rude. But Damien… Damien deserved better than a mumbled explanation.Of all the people in my world, it was only Damien I never wanted to disappoint. I loved him. I was hopelessly, irrevocably in love with Damien. Of course, he had no idea. He only saw me as his best friend, maybe a younger brother. But to me, he was everything. His sharp wit, his mysterious aura, the way his eyes crinkled at the corners when he was genuinely amused… it was intoxicating.During my breaks, I busied myself listing ingredients, scribbling notes on napkins, and covertly Googling recipes. Seared T
ADRIAN'S POVIt was Monday morning, and I'd just finished my last appointment. Glancing at the digital clock on my desk, I saw it was 11:30 AM, practically lunchtime. Usually, this meant heading over to Damien's office – right across from mine – to see what he was planning to eat. It had become a ritual, a much-needed break in the day and a chance to catch up with my best friend.I was about to make my move when my phone buzzed with a text message notification. I smirked, figuring it was Damien. "Lazy bum can't even walk across the hall," I muttered to myself. But when I picked up my phone, the sender ID was Selena.Selena? It had been a while.My stomach clenched as I read her message: "Hey Adrian, it's been a while since we last saw each other. I know you've been discharged from the hospital. I guess it's time to continue our deal, right?"The "deal." A shiver ran down my spine. I'd almost managed to push it to the back of my mind during my recovery. It was a forced agreement, conco
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.""