ADRIAN'S POVI lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling that had seen better days, my mind swirling with thoughts that refused to settle. It was one of those evenings where the silence of the penthouse felt heavier than usual, almost like a weight pressing down on my chest. My best friend Damien was out, probably drinking at some random bar or fucking a random girl he just met for another one-night stand, and I found myself wrestling with the consequences of my recent decisions.A few days ago, I had finally bitten the bullet and ventured into the world of online dating. The thrill of swiping through profiles was intoxicating, and I had quickly matched with someone intriguing named Quinn. I didn’t know much about her, just the snippets of conversation we’d shared, but there was something about her that sparked a flicker of hope in my heart. It wasn’t long before Damien caught wind of my new escapade. His reaction had been dramatic, to say the least.I still can’t believe I let Damien get
DAMIEN'S POVI glanced at the clock on the wall; it was almost noon. Adrian and I had been busy with patients all morning, and I was looking forward to our lunch break. As I organized my desk, I could hear Adrian laughing in the next room. His infectious laughter always had a way of lightening the mood, even on the busiest days. I admired his ability to connect with patients. While I preferred the quiet focus of my work, Adrian thrived on interaction. It was one of the many reasons we made a great team.When our break finally arrived, Adrian burst into my office, a wide grin plastered across his face. "Damien! You need to see this!" he exclaimed, practically bouncing on his feet. I raised an eyebrow, intrigued but slightly wary. Adrian was known for his enthusiasm, which sometimes led to wild ideas.“What is it?” I asked“Just watch the news!” he insisted, gesturing for me to turn on the TV. I hesitated but complied, curious about what had captured his attention. As the screen fli
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 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
ADRIAN'S POV I grasped her chin and turned her head, forcing her to stare into the mirror at me. My deep, dark gaze were hooded in the dimly lit room. I withdrew my dick for a while. I seized her hip with my free hand and pulled my ass closer to me, positioning my dick right at her entrance again. "I'm going to ruin you"Before she could react and stop me, I slipped myself inside of her. I pounded into her harder and faster than I did in my past sexual escapades ever had, my thrusts long and deep. She clutched the corner of the couch in her fists and stared into the mirror above the dresser, her pussy clenching around my huge cock.After wrapping my arm around her waist, I skillfully rubbed her clit, my fingers moving between her glistening pussy lips and across her clit, back and forth and back and forth, the movement is endless."More," she moaned, I felt pressure rising in her core. "Give me more. Please."I thrust into her harder, my hands seizing her waist and fingers curling
ADRIAN'S POVThe cool leather of the couch pressed against my back, a stark contrast to the burning heat that was building inside me. The heavy oak of the bookshelf loomed above, my arm chained to it by a pair of cold, unforgiving cuffs. I was trapped.Selena took a step closer, the scent of her perfume filling my senses. She trailed a finger down my chest, each touch sending jolts of electricity through my body."And what punishment do you think you deserve, Adrian?" she whispered, her breath warm against my ear."I swear answering your call with me naked isn't intentional," I breathed, my gaze locked on hers.Her lips curved into a slow, knowing smile. That smile… it promised pleasure, pain, and everything in between.She leaned down, her lips hovering just above mine. "Excuses, excuses."And with that, the torture began. A slow, delicious torture of kisses and caresses, of whispered promises and denied desires. Her fingers danced across my skin, exploring every inch of my chest, my
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
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
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