The Billionaire's Two-Faced Escort Wife-Chapter 83: Scattered Shame

Adrian sat in the living room, slowly sipping the smoothie Angelica had made him.

His eyes were staring at the playing television but he saw nothing. His mind was far away from his presence, locked in on his night with Alexander.

He couldn’t get it off his mind, Alexander between his legs, his tongue lapping him he was the sweetest thing in the whole world.

He never knew Alexander would be such an intense lover, he felt special to be able to see that side of their cold, devilish boss.

Adrian knew that Alexander had fallen for him, all his fantasies were slowly becoming true, yet the circumstances did not allow him to fully embrace the love Alexander was throwing his way. But he couldn’t, not that he didn’t want to, he just couldn’t allow—yet.

Last night, when Alexander had told him he loved him, Adrian had wanted to wrap his arms around Alexander’s neck, kiss him and tell him how much he loved him right back. He wanted to confess all his crush in that moment, but, he remained silent, closing to let the moment pass in quietness.

He made himself a promise, he’d never love the man who abandoned him when he did absolutely nothing, and almost got him killed. He won’t love Alexander again.

All he had to do was wait for the year to pass by and leave after that. Meanwhile, as they stayed together, he was going to become selfish and exploit Alexander’s love.

He was going to make sure he slept with Alexander, but in the end, he’d still leave. It was just as he’d planned it before he signed the marriage contract with his boss, but the difference was that Alexander fell in love with his secretary, not with his wife.

Either way, he was going to leave Alexander as a broken man, as revenge for all he’d done to him.

He sighed and looked away from the television, his eyes lowering to the green smoothie in his hand. The thoughts were too loud in his head, he needed a distraction or else he might lose it.

Alexander wasn’t home, he had gone out to attend to some quick ’business’ after asking Adrian to promise him a billion times that he’d do nothing while he was gone.

If Alexander were in, Adrian would have tried seducing him again, he was bored and horny and that handsome, sexy man refused to give him what he wanted.

He had to find a way to make Alexander beg for it.

The door suddenly slid open, drawing Adrian’s attention to the door.

He looked up, anticipating looking into those blue eyes that melted away his icy walls, but he was met with warm brown eyes instead.

Doc. Stan walked into the house, dressed casually in a white top and blue jeans. He held a small shopping bag in his hand as he approached.

"Good morning, Adrian," Doc. Stan said, smiling at Adrian, whose face couldn’t hide his disappointment.

"Expecting someone else?" Doc. Stan asked, smirking as he stood in front of Adrian.

Adrian quickly blinked, clearing his throat. He looked up at the man in front of him and smiled, "Huh? Someone else? No, of course not. Good morning, Doc. Stan. I was just expecting you." He said, adjusting himself on the sofa.

"Well, I’m glad you’re glad to see me. I’ll be your physiotherapist for the day. I hope you have not done anything strenuous in the previous days?" Doc. Stan asked, lowering himself beside Andrian.

Adrian subtly shifted away from the scrutinising man, he gritted his line Doc. Stan could see exactly what he did last night with his cousin by merely looking at him.

"I haven’t—not exactly—" he muttered.

Doc. Stan stared at Adrian’s flushed cheeks and sighed.

As a doctor, he’d be professional and act like he had no idea of what was happening, but as a cousin, he was going to speak to Alexander and ask the man to have some fucking self-control.

"Okay. Relax, Adrian, I’m not about to crucify you for your not-exactly activity with my cousin. Just tell me where he is, study or room?" He asked slowly.

Adrian lowered his face toward the glass of smoothie as if he wanted to fit his face into it, heat creeping up his cheeks, "He’s not in— he left." He told him, sipping his smoothie.

"He left you alone?" Doc. Stan asked.

"Good morning, Doc. Stan. Would you like a coffee?" Angelica walked out of the kitchen and greeted the doctor.

Doc. Stan looked up at the woman, a smile on his face, "Sure, Angelica. I’d love that."

"Just a moment, Doc. Stan," Angelica was about to return to the kitchen when the door slid open and in walked Alexander.

Adrian immediately tightened his hand around his glass, staring at the floor as Alexander approached them.

"Mr. Devereux, welcome back,"

"It’s alright, Angelica," Alexander tried to move his hand away as Angelica tried to take the small shopping bag from his hand.

However, the woman’s finger had already hooked in the bag, and as Alexander tried to take it back from her, her fingers sliced through the nylon, causing the contents of the bag to scatter all over the floor.

Adrian coughed, hard.

He choked on his smoothie, half of it spilling as he bent over to cough.

His eyes turned red and watery as he stared at the tubes scattered all over the floor.

He didn’t move, his shame had been scattered all over the floor.

"I’m so sorry, sir. I’ll pick them up immediately," Angelica apologised, her posture stiff as she quickly picked up the tubes from the floor.

Doc. Stan stood, walking over to Alexander, "Welcome back, Cousin. I need to speak to you about—" he paused, staring at the lubricants Angelica was packing into her dress on the floor, "About Adrian." He said quietly.

Alexander cleared his throat, "Place them in my room." He said to Angelica, his eyes glancing around Adrian, who looked mortified.

"Yes, sir," Angelica replied and quickly left the living room, her face lowered, too embarrassed to look anyone in the eyes.

"We can talk here," Alexander said, walking over to the sofa to lower himself beside Adrian.

"Hey," Alexander whispered to Adrian, his hand resting on Adrian’s lap.

"Hi—" Adrian murmured, drifting away from Alexander.

He couldn’t believe what Alexander had done.

Buying dozens of lubricants because he had asked for them last night.

Adrian took a shaky breath, the residual panic from the spilt lubricant on the floor making his skin crawl. Alexander’s hand on his lap, heavy and comforting yet deeply embarrassing, only intensified the mortification. The sight of Angelica awkwardly sweeping up the brightly colored tubes was the ultimate exposure of their sudden, intense intimacy.

​Dozens of tubes. Alexander wasn’t just accommodating his request; he was preparing for a siege.

​"Don’t move," Alexander whispered, his voice low, only for Adrian. He knew exactly what Adrian was feeling—the intense shame of having their private life made public by accident. "It’s just lubricant, Adrian. Relax."

​"It’s humiliating," Adrian muttered back, gripping the smoothie cup so hard his knuckles turned white. He risked a glance at Doc. Stan, who was standing a short distance away, was watching them with an expression of weary, professional patience.

​Alexander finally pulled his hand from Adrian’s lap, leaning back slightly to address his cousin, bringing the attention back to a professional dynamic.

​"Stan. What about Adrian?" Alexander asked, his voice crisp and CEO-like, deliberately ignoring the lubricant incident.

​Doc. Stan crossed his arms, his gaze steady and serious.

​"Alexander, let’s be blunt. I’m here as a doctor, but I’m also family," Stan began, his tone unwavering. "Adrian has bruising, contusions, and soft tissue damage from the assault. His body needs professional care, not... strenuous activity. I saw the bag, Alexander. Your reaction time is fast, but your control is lacking."

​Stan stepped closer, lowering his voice slightly, though still loud enough for Adrian to hear every word. "I need your assurance that while he is under my care, you will abide by the medical restrictions. He is physically vulnerable right now, and his recovery must be priority number one. No exceptions. I can’t treat him if you’re actively hindering his healing process with... overexertion." He sniffed, tilting his head slightly.

The word "overexertion" hung in the air, a pointed reference to the sexual activity that had clearly happened the night before, despite Adrian’s injuries.

​Adrian felt a fresh wave of heat flood his face. Doc. Stan hadn’t just guessed; he knew what Alexander had done, or rather, what Adrian had allowed Alexander to do, less than a week after being beaten.

​Alexander’s jaw tightened. He disliked being called out, especially by family, and even more so in front of Adrian. But Stan was a physician, and his warning was sound.

​"You have my word, Stan," Alexander said, his voice flat with annoyance. "He is my priority. My actions last night—" he paused, giving Adrian a brief, intense look—" were... driven by an urgent need to reconnect and provide comfort. It won’t happen again until he is cleared by you."

​Adrian watched the exchange. Alexander was accepting the terms of the doctor, yet still twisting the reason for their intimacy into comfort and reconnection, subtly implying Adrian was a willing participant who needed him.

​"Good," Stan nodded, mollified. He turned to Adrian, a kind, understanding smile on his face. "Adrian, we’ll start with gentle passive stretching and range-of-motion exercises today. Nothing that will tax those bruised muscles. We’ll work on the couch."