The Billionaire's Two-Faced Escort Wife-Chapter 80: I Wish To Make Love To You

Adrian sat quietly, his head lowered on his plate as he fitted the food around.

He was aware of Alexander’s watchful eyes toward him from across the table, but he wasn’t going to look up at him.

Ever since he finished the reports in Alexander’s study, the boss hasn’t stopped looking at him in that worshipful, devoted, whipped manner.

He didn’t like it.

It made him want to believe this new Alexander. The Alexander he had always wanted, the man he had always wished he had. But, no sane person would love a person who purposely leaves them on a dangerous street. A person who humiliates them at the slightest mistake. A person who counts every single help they rendered faster than the clock ticked.

He wouldn’t be that fool again. He couldn’t fool hindered twice.

He quietly sighed and ate his food. He wanted to stand and retire for the night, but he knew Alexander would make a scene if he didn’t touch his food.

The dining table was quiet. Only the sounds of utensils were heard as the two silent men ate.

After a while, Adrian quietly stood and walked toward their room.

He almost... almost ran into his initial room and locked the door. But, that would be a declaration of war.

Alexander would stop at nothing to get him out of that room just so he could ’watch’ him.

Slowly, Adrian walked into Alexander’s room and right into the bathroom.

He felt better that night because he had worked, put his hands and mind to us; not just sitting and staring like a moron.

He removed his clothes and git under the shower. His head bandage had been removed the previous day by Doc. Stan, and he could now shower perfectly.

"Adrian, are you alright in there?" Alexander softly knocked on the door.

Adrian frowned, rolling his eyes, "Yes, boss." He replied calmly.

He heard Alexander retreat from the door and sighed in relief. He would not have had the will to fight temptation in those blue eyes.

He quickly showered, tied his towel around his waist, and headed toward the door. If he stayed in there any longer than necessary, Alexander would come knocking again. And tonight, he wanted to limit his communication with Alexander as much as possible.

The bathroom door opened and Alexander lifted his head from his phone and stared at Adrian.

Fresh out of the shower, skin flushed and glowing, hee damp and inviting.

Who the fuck looks at their secretary the way he does?

Who even sleeps on the same bed as their secretary?

He was messed up inside and he wished Adrian could see that only he could save him from himself.

He needed Adrian more than he needed air, and each time Adrian walked out of that bathroom looking like temptation wrapped in a fluffy white towel, he couldn’t help recalling Adrian’s first morning with him.

Each time, he held himself back from walking up to Adrian and doing just the same thing they did that morning, and maybe more.

For three nights, Alexander has found it hard to sleep as he fought the urge to wrap his arms around a certain someone, plus the blue balls he had to endure each night as he stared at the beautiful man beside him.

Adrian was right there beside him, yet he couldn’t touch him.

He had realised late how sweet it would have been to simply surrender himself to Adrian instead of fighting his feelings.

It would have been heavenly to be able to touch, hold, speak, and love Adrian whenever and however he wanted.

But he blew it up, blaming it on his jealousy, if only he had been more like Sebastian, sure of his feelings and attentive —

His thoughts paused and his breath hitched as he saw the towel fall off Adrian’s waist as he raised his hand to fix a loose shirt over his head.

Everything malfunctioned in his body. His throat went dry, his legs felt heavy, his eyes felt stuck and his heart stopped beating.

He was a dying man, and Adrian’s ass was his cause of death.

He had never actually had a good look at it, but right then, in front of him, he could see the milky skin, plump, firm.

"No!" Alexander was on his feet in a flash, dashing toward Adrian who was about to bed over and pick up his towel. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

"What are you doing?" Adrian gasped as Alexander’s arm suddenly wrapped around him, caging him.

He glanced up at Alexander’s tightened jaw and furrowed his brows, "Boss, this is awkward... let me go –"

"Don’t bend, Adrian. Leave the darned towel on the fucking floor," Alexander rasped, taking sharp breaths to control his fever.

Adrian paused, a brush creeping on his cheeks as he realised why Alexander was panicking.

He was embarrassed st himself for what he was about to do. He kicked himself mentally for being so stupid.

Alexander might even think he was doing it on purpose to get a reaction from him. He suddenly realised that he was letting himself get too comfortable around Alexander and that was why he didn’t care that his towel fell off his waist in front of him.

Slowly, he lifted his head to look up at Alexander, "Alex... I did mean to... it was a mistake..." he murmured, licking his dry lips.

Alexander sighed, his eyes softening just a little but never losing the hunger in them and his arms tightened around Adrian as he inhaled deeply.

He looked dien, gazing softly into Adrian’s grey eyes, "I know it was a mistake, Adrian... but I’m hard, so hard..." he paused and watched Adrian’s face switch from shock to face anger, and then to something that mirrored the hunger in his own eyes.

"I want to make love to you," Alexander whispered, his voice a little shaky in the end.

Adrian gulped, a small, soft sound escaping his parted lips as his eyes fell to Alexander’s lips, his pulse spiking as his body became so warm.

"For a long time, Adrian. But, these few nights... god..." he hugged Adrian tighter, his arms wrapping him like a glove as he lowered his nose to his neck, inhaling his fresh shower scent, "It’s been hard, Adrian, literally and figuratively... It’s been fucking hard. I wish I could make love to you, but I know you’d never allow that," Alexander placed a soft kiss on Adrian’s neck and sighed.

"Get dresses and get to bed... I need to finish something in the study," Alexander said and gently stepped away from Adrian, turning away quickly so his eyes didn’t look downwards.

Adrian stood frozen as Alexander left the room, his heart finally slowing down.

Why did he want it?

Why did he want Alexander to stop holding back and try... many he’d have let him tonight.

Maybe Alexander hasn’t been the only one suffering all those nights. Hell, Adrian had suffered longer.

He had suffered from the moment he set his eyes on Alexander and let himself fall for the blue-eyed devil.

He had spent many nights pining for his boss, masturbating to his thoughts. Now, Alexander had only suddenly realised his feelings and he was almost losing his mind.

"God... this is fucked up," Adrian muttered as he pulled his pyjamas up his waist.

He walked over to the bed and paused, glancing at the door and listening for any sound. When he heard nothing, he knelt on the bed and pulled Alexander’s pillow to his nose, sniffing deeply and sighing in shameful lust as he craved the man with the real scent and not his pillow.

He suddenly tore the pillow away from his face and threw it back to the bed, frowning, "Get a hold of yourself, Adrian." He muttered and crawled over to his side of the bed, turning his back as if Alexander was lying right beside him.

He closed his eyes for a long time, but sleep never came.

Alexander’s desperate, husky voice confessing how badly he wanted to make love to Adrian kept ringing in Adrian’s mind, making his will weaker and weaker.

Jeaven knew he wanted that man right back, but, in life, we don’t always get what we want. He had to himself first.

After all, it was just sex, he could have sex with anyone, right? Like Sebastian.

Maybe he just needed to do it for the first time and get it over with.

But, he felt guilty using Sebastian that way. He knew Sebastian would be more than willing, but he also knew that Sebastian would want more after that.

Sebastian would want the emotions that followed, the attention and every other thing, but Adrian wasn’t ready to give any of those to anyone, not to Alexander—not anymore.

"I’m not waiting for him to come to bed... I’m not just sleepy—" he murmured, hugging a pillow on his side as he lay on his side, staring at the far-off wall.

Behind him, the door suddenly opened and he immediately snapped his eyes shut, pretending to sleep as he heard Alexander’s footsteps walking towards him.