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Jeffrey.
I kept staring at the door Ethan had just walked through, a smile slowly pulling at my lips. The way he left, head down, body stiff, cheeks red, was almost too easy to read. I leaned back on my desk, chuckling softly.
"Innocent little virgin craving sĀ£x?" I muttered, shaking my head like I'd just solved some puzzle. The memory of his trembling hands, those soft little mo@ns he tried to swallow, the guilty look on his face like he was cursing at himself for wanting it. And that's exactly why I push people.
He may believe he's not gayā¦.but
The world is filled with liars. People going around pretending to be pure, holy, moral, straightā¦ when deep down, they want this... sĀ£x with a Man. They bury their desires, cover them up with fake smiles, Bible quotes, or those annoying polite laughs. But I don't buy it, I strip them bare. I push them until the truth slips out, until they face themselves for who they really are. This is me doing them a favor and freeing them from their own chains.
Just as I was patting myself on the back for being such a "savior," my phone buzzed. It was an unknown number and as much as I hated picking calls from unknown callers, I did.
"Dr. Jeffrey speaking," I said smoothly.
A woman's voice came through, soft and nervous. "Can I book you to come to my house? I don't want anyone to see me coming to you."
My left hand moved up, pinching the bridge of my nose as I leaned back in my seat. "I don't do home visits anymore."
She hesitated, then lowered her voice even more. "I'll pay you fifty thousand dollars."
For a second, I just sat there, staring into space. Then I smirked so wide, I almost laughed. Fifty thousand? My ears practically perked up like a dog hearing its food bag rustle. There are two things I love most in this life...money and my job. And she was offering both in one neat package.
"Address," I said flatly, and ended the call before she could even breathe again. A second later, the address popped up on my screen.
I stood, grabbed my coat, and slung it over my arm like I had some fancy runway show to attend. Walking out of my office, I nearly bumped into another doctor in the hall. He was my superior and my best friend, the man who gave me this job.
"Jeff.." he called.
"I'm busy, Finn." I replied, not slowing down.
He squinted at me suspiciously. "Don't tell me it's another home service?"
I couldn't help the chuckle that escaped my lips, "Correct." I replied without even looking at him.
"No Jeff, you can't go... you're not permitted. This thing will land you in trouble one day!" he shouted after me.
I raised my hand lazily like I was waving him off. Trouble? Please. We were talking about fifty thousand. That was just a few thousand short of my monthly salary. If that's trouble, then sign me up.
Pushing through the exit doors, I stepped out, breathing in the soft evening air like a man about to collect a paycheck. Sliding into my car, I started the engine, eyes flicking to the glowing address on my phone.
"Fifty thousand," I muttered with a grin. "This better be worth the gas money."
With that, I hit the road.
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The moment I got home, it was already 9 p.m. It just happened that from that first home visit, I ended up going to four more houses. The numbers spoke for themselves and what I made today wasn't ordinary. It was the kind of money that reminded me why I was different, why people like me stood apart.
If money had a voice, it would be singing my praises right now.
Not gonna lie though, one of the visits almost ruined my mood. The woman looked me dead in the eye and boldly told me to have sĀ£x with her. I know I'm not some saint. I would've gladly "helped" her if she was at leastā¦ worth my time. But she wasn't attractive enough to deserve my dickā¦ didn't worth it.
Desire is easy, worth is rare and I only take what measures up.
I walked into my bathroom like the charming prince I am, let the hot water wash the day off me. When I stepped out, the mirror didn't lie... it screamed success, control, untouchable. At twenty-nine, most men were still finding their footing but I had already built my throne.
Once done, I made myself something quick to eat, sat on my bed, and stretched my legs like life was nothing but luxury....Which I guess it is.
Then, out of nowhere, my mind drifted back to Ethan. His perfect heart-shaped lips and the dimple that shows when he smiles.
"He's awake right now," I thought, eyes narrowing slightly. "Probably replaying every word I saidā¦ maybe even following my instructions exactly... and maybe even taking his second bath by now."
I paused, grabbed my phone, and scrolled to my bio. My fingers tapped quickly as I added my number there. Something in my gut told me I'd be expecting a message from him. My instincts never failed me. And once the message came, I'd delete my number right after.
The innocence in him fascinated me more than I wanted to admit. He wasn't bold nor curious like others I'd handled in the past. No...he was hesitant, fragile, almost afraid of himself. That fear made him different. The fear in his eyes when he sat in my office, the way his hands fidgeted like he was committing a crime just by feeling something...it made him so damn interesting....It made him worth my time.
I'm not that interested in guys but he was different, made me want to kiss those lips and see how he moans when I touch him.
Normally, innocent boys need the right hand to guide them. They're like little lambs staring at the grass but afraid to chew and I'm just the shepherd, pointing them in the right direction and helping them embrace the desires they keep locked up.
I leaned back against the headboard, eyes fixed on my screen. One minute passed, yet nothing, but I didn't look away. Waiting had never bothered me because what was inevitable always came.
Then it happened. The vibration in my hand.
When I looked at my screen, I almost rolled my eyes. It was happening again! There were more than a hundred texts, but it was nothing strange. Maybe I'll have to change my phone number again...I've lost count of how many times I've done that because of random messages like these.
As I scrolled through the messages, my eyes landed on a message that was different from the rest.
"Hi, is this doctor Jeffery?"
I raised a brow, lips twitching into a grin. The message was incomplete...half shy, half scared, but I already knew it was him.
Another message came in.
"If yes, this is Ethan Wilson."
A grin spread across my face as I chuckled quietly. "I'm not just any type of therapist...I'm their savior."
His savior.
I sat there, staring at his name glowing on my screen. He had just taken his first step toward me and that alone was fascinating.
"Ethan, welcome to my world... the world where you'll find all the answers you're desperate for." I muttered softly.
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