A Love That Was Never Meant to Be

CHAPTER 002

CALLUM'S POINT OF VIEW

ISLA and POPPY took turns riding me, their bodies grinding against mine in a rhythm they couldn’t quite control. Their moans filled the dimly lit room, their nails raked over my skin, their hands clutching at my chest, desperate for more.

Just as I felt the familiar heat coil in my stomach, I pulled away.

“Kneel,” I ordered.

They obeyed without hesitation, dropping to their knees in front of me. Their eyes gleamed with a mixture of anticipation and submission.

I finished all over their flushed faces, watching as they giggled and licked it off each other, utterly shameless. They enjoyed every second of it—maybe even more than I did. I handed them a box of tissues and leaned back against the edge of the examination table, catching my breath.

“So?” I asked, my voice calm but firm. “How was it?”

“Amazing”, ISLA answered, without missing a beat.

POPPY wiped the corner of her mouth, cheeks still flushed. True. Unreal.

I raised a smile. "That's good to know." More importantly, though, is how you feel about letting a third into your bedroom permanently? Have you made a decision yet?

ISLA looked at POPPY, then nodded. "We're in."

POPPIY smiles. Hell yeah! However, I am concerned that you have set the bar too high. Could you please confirm that we understand there is no way to repeat this?

ISLA turned to me, her lips curling into a playful pout. “Yeah, CALLUM. To be your regular client, we would be ready to pay twice—three times even.

I shook my head and laughed quietly. "You are familiar with the guidelines. Once, just once. My voice was firm; my friendliness vanished right away.

Their grins wavered. Their expressions showed disappointment, but I paid no attention.

"Listen," I said in a steady voice. "Whether I'm involved, you two have to make sure you always agree before acting." There should be no pressure or coercion to fit into something awkward. All colleagues should be treated equally. Understanding it?

Yes, CALLUM, they answered in unison.

I nodded in satisfaction. "Okay. Get dressed. It is late.

They hesitated, their eyes lingering on me for a moment longer before finally standing up and gathering their clothes.

I had no trouble walking them out. With legs wobbly and minds still confused by the pleasure I had given them, I knew the way they would stumble back to their car. By the time they left, I was already heading towards my office with a smile on my lips.

Still another happy customer. The occasion marks another successful evening of well-executed work.

People called me conceited, and perhaps they were right. I had every justification to be. For my daytime patients, I was known as CALLUM BENEDICT WHITMORE—Doctor WHITMORE; however, for my exclusive after-hours clients, I assumed a different persona. I was a master at pleasure, a man who knew just what people yearned for.

I was a rather esteemed gynecologist during the day. At night, on Thursdays and Saturdays, I was something much, much darker—a dominant, a s*x coach, a man who had perfected the art of seduction.

I lived for this purpose as well.

Women launched themselves at me with a reputation like mine. And why would they not also? I was six-foot-three, broad-shouldered, with a body carved from years of my raven-black hair, in easy waves, framed a face that women considered dangerous. Y waves. My blue eyes were known for their piercing clarity, piercing clarity. Piercing clarity. Piercing clarity. These piercings are weapons in and of themselves.

I hardly smiled, but when I did, it was fatal.

Even my voice helped me—low, strong, slinking with seduction. I had a voice that made women shiver when I whispered in their ears.

I have never visited the same woman twice either.

One night they had all they needed.

They were nothing more than a memory when I finished with them. I never became attached. There was no need for repetitive behavior. Why come back for more if I had only tasted something once?

Not a number. I craved diversity.

So I felt nothing as I watched ISLA and POPPY go. There is neither attachment nor regret. There is only known satisfaction for a job done right.

Stretching with my muscles still tight from the session, I headed towards my personnel office.

I then saw the light emanating from the office next door.

THOU.

I scowled. The office ought to have been vacant. He should have left long ago.

Curious, I changed direction and walked over. I didn’t knock. I never did.

The scent of bluebell and cedarwood filled the air as I stepped inside. THEO was sitting in his chair, eyes shut, massaging his temples. His earbuds were in, and he was humming softly to whatever song was playing.

I knocked on his desk three times.

His eyes opened widely.

His eyes fixed on me, then rapidly grew terrified.

"What the -? Callum, what the devil is?"

I grinned, completely indifferent. "What?"

He fixed me like I had lost my mind. Why are you naked?

I only looked down on myself then, realizing I hadn't bothered to get my clothes back on. My c**k was still half-hard, the sweat was shining on my skin, and the traces of our session were still clearly visible on my body.

I shucke"d. I was unaware of anyone else's presence. Was en route to the shower.

Theo sighed impatiently and rubbed his temples even more. "Still," said," You can’t just walk around like that! What if someone saw you?”

I pulled back to smile. I planned to pay them off. Alternatively, should it be a woman, I would offer her a different sort of pay.

THEO groaned. You are impossible.

Hey, come on. I leaned against his desk, utterly shameless. "It's not as though you have not seen me nude before."

"That's not the point," he said quickly. You, Callum, are a doctor. You ought to be somewhat decent! Already bad enough is sleeping with your clients. How do you suppose it would be if someone from the security or cleaning crew noticed you like this?

I bent my head, acting to consider. It all depends on the situation. If it’s a woman, she’ll probably beg me to let her experience it herself. If it was a man… well, he’d probably be jealous.”

“CALLUM,” THEO said, his tone exasperated.

I grinned, glad he was so easy to wind up. "Unwind." No one saw”.

He let out another sigh, shaking his head. “You’re going to get caught one day. If that happens, please understand that I won't be able to cover for you.

I chuckled. “Noted.”

Theo gently squeezed the bridge of his nose. "Just go shower." Please ensure you dress appropriately before leaving my office.

I rolled my shoulders as I pushed from the desk. Fine, fine.

I stopped just as I turned to go to the door.

Something felt odd.

The hallway was silent. Too silent.

I frowned, glancing over my shoulder. THEO was watching me, his expression unreadable.

“Did you lock up the clinic?” I asked.

His brow furrowed. “Yeah. Why?”

I refrained from responding.

Rather, I carefully listened as I moved out into the corridor.

From the far end of the hall, a gentle creak sounded.

The door is shutting.

an existence.

I was not on my own.

And whoever else was here had not intended to be discovered.

My muscles got stiff.

Who could possibly be at my clinic at this time?