The Billionaire's Two-Faced Escort Wife-Chapter 76: Let Me Take Care Of You

Adrian’s breath caught as Alexander’s thumb brushed his jaw—too soft, too intimate, too dangerous.

"Stop," Adrian whispered, though the word had no strength behind it. "Don’t... don’t say things you don’t mean just because you feel guilty."

Alexander leaned in anyway, the heat of his body invading Adrian’s fragile space. "I mean every word," he murmured, blue eyes burning with a wrecked, desperate sincerity Adrian had never seen before. "You think I’m heartless enough to be untouched by losing you? Adrian –"

"Stop," Adrian flinched as if the confession itself was a wound.

"Please," he whispered, voice shaking, "just leave me alone."

"I want nothing to do with you," Adrian added tiredly.

Truly, he no longer wanted to be with Alexander. He had realised that unrequited love can be dangerous. But instead of him to lose himself while seeking love, he’d rather lose the love and find himself.

Alexander wasn’t worth it, Adrian was choking himself this time, he’d been a fool in love for quite a long time, and if he let himself get swayed by a perfect jawline, mesmerizing blue eyes, and a sexy body, it would mean he never valued himself to start with.

Alexander exhaled shakily, his anger, his desire, his obsession—all of it simmering under his skin like a storm begging to be unleashed.

"I can’t lose you," Alexander breathed.

Adrian finally met his gaze—gray eyes furious, terrified, and heartbreakingly vulnerable.

"Then you shouldn’t have thrown me away."

The words sliced Alexander open.

He moved closer.

Too close.

He could see the determination in Adrian’s weak eyes and it scared him, he didn’t want to find out what Adrian’s mind was made up for. If it wasn’t forgiving him then he didn’t want to know it.

"Adrian... look at me," Alexander pleaded, his forehead almost touching Adrian’s as his thumb rested on Adrian’s pulse under his chin.

"I am," Adrian rasped. "And I still don’t trust you."

Alexander’s hand trembled on Adrian’s jaw—barely, but enough.

"I’ll set the bath, first. You need to clean up," Alexander said and released Adrian, getting up from the bed.

Adrian frowned, gripping the sheets tightly, "Boss, you don’t –"

"A minute," Alexander said, turning away and walking toward the bathroom, "That’s all it’ll take."

Adrian sighed, watching helplessly as Alexander disappeared only the bathroom.

"Why now, Alex? Why did you start to care when I stopped?" He murmured, biting the side of his lip.

He knew why: guilt.

Alexander simply didn’t want to be a murderer, that’s why he was pretending to care, acting remorseful.

Adrian wasn’t going to be a fool and believe that Alexander was acting that way because he’d realised how he truly felt. No, the man never felt.

He would have insisted on bathing himself just to get away from Alexander, but he could barely move his limbs, they felt sore and heavy. He’d only make a mess if he tried to clean himself, that is if he could make it to the bathroom on his own.

One minute later, Alexander walked out with a towel around his waist walking toward Adrian, another towel hanging on his shoulder.

Adrian looked away, trying not to stare at Alexander’s exposed chest. He shouldn’t be noticing such things anymore.

"Adrian," Alexander called softly, pressing one knee onto the bed and leaning toward Adrian, "Let me take care of you." His voice was so tender, as if speaking loudly would scare Adrian away.

Adrian didn’t respond, not because he wanted to ignore Alexander, but because the tone with which Alexander spoke melted away every fight he had planned to put up.

He’d never heard him speak so tenderly to anyone before, and definitely not toward him. He couldn’t understand the fast change in Alexander, and he feared he might not have the strength to keep resisting his devil boss if he kept acting the way he was.

Alexander gently held Adrian’s hand, "Can you stand?" He asked, rubbing his thumb over the back of Adrian’s hand.

Adrian inhaled quietly, glancing at Alexander’s larger hands as he gently held his, "I–"

"Forget I asked," Alexander cut in softly.

He cupped Adrian’s chin and leaned closer to stare into Adrian’s eyes, "I’ll carry you." He whispered and leaned away.

Adrian didn’t have time to react because in the next second, Alexander carefully scooped him into his arms, holding him close to his body.

He immediately faced sideways so Alexander wouldn’t see the flush in his cheeks. He might have felt angry when Alexander carried him into the clinic, but right then, he felt warmth flowing all over his body, his heart felt like a warm hand was getting wrapped around it in the softest way ever.

Alexander carried Adrian into the bathroom, glancing down at Adrian as he stopped by the side of the long, large bathtub.

He could feel Adrian’s body unconsciously relaxing against him, and a small smile played on his lips.

It meant that Adrian was slowly warming up to him.

"I’m putting you down now. You can hold onto me if you feel –"

"I’m fine," Adrian murmured, clenching his hands.

"Wobbly. If you feel wobbly just hold me," Alexander completed like he was never interrupted.

Very slowly, he lowered Adrian’s feet to the ground, his arms wrapping around his waist as he observed how stable Adrian was.

"Are you okay?"

Adrian gasped softly as he felt Alexander’s hot whisper beside his ear, sending warm tingles down his spine.

He gulped, staring at the water-filled bath blankly, his mind focused on the way Alexander’s large warm hands held his waist.

"Adrian, can you stand? You need to take your clothes off," Alexander whispered, his hand slipping under Adrian’s shirt to roll it up the shirt.

Adrian suddenly shuddered, holding Alexander’s hand to stop him from undressing him, "I’m fine. I can wash myself. You need to leave," he removed Alexander’s hand and limped away from him.

Alexander watched Adrian limp away from him, standing at the head of the bathtub, his back to him.

He wanted to close the distance and draw Adrian back into his arms. Holding him had a way of soothing his guilt and sating that urge within him, the urge to always have Adrisn in his arms, the urge to protect him.

"Ah,"

Alexander snapped his head up as he heard Adrian’s gasp, he saw Adrian staggering a little as he tried to pull his shirt off his head.

He was behind Adrian in a flash.

"I got you. Let me help," Alexander whispered, anchoring Adrian to himself with one arm.

Adrian’s flushed from embarrassment, leaning against Alexander’s chest once more.

"Just help me undress, and leave," He said, teeth sinking into his lower lip.

Alexander didn’t reply, he simply reached above Adrian, opened the white cabinet, and retrieved a scissors from it.

Gently, he snipped across Adrian’s shirt, cutting the hands as well.

The shirt fell to the floor as a rag, and Alexander returned the scissors to where he had taken them.

Still not speaking, he hooked his thumb on Adrian’s pants and —

"No, stop already, Alex –"

"Relax, Adrian," Alexander slid a hand up to Adrian’s stomach, pressing flat against him, "I’ve seen it all before," his voice lowered to a murmur, his breath fanning Adrian’s ear, "I’ve had you in my mouth before." He whispered, his hand caressing Adrian’s stomach.

Adrian’s lips parted in a silent gasp, his pulse spiking as his blood rushed downward, Alexander’s words were igniting a slow, flame within him, and for someone who swore to be over with his boss, his reaction was shameful.

"It’s just a bath, Adrian. I promise," Alexander whispered, his hands pulling Adrian’s pants down his waist.

His hands grazed Adrian’s smooth hips, adding gasoline to his ready burning body but he didn’t react, he simply held Adrian’s waist and instructed, "Step in."

Adrian finally breathed as Alexander spoke.

His breath had seized the moment his pants rolled down his hips. He felt exposed, vulnerable in front of Alexander.

His mind, the traitor started to plant several ideas in his head, ideas that would worsen his body’s condition by the time he was done with it. But the moment Alexander spoke, he was pulled out of his spiralling thought and back to the present.

"What?" Adrian asked, feeling disoriented.

Alexander ran his hand down Adrian’s arm, then he pointed to the bathtub, "Get in the bathtub, Adrian. What do you think of?" He asked, smirking behind Adrian.

Adrian shook his head, glancing down between his legs as he felt a stir in his cock.

He needed to get in the water, maybe it would help cool his body

"Nothing, I’ll get in," he murmured.

"Come on," Alexander gently guided Adrian to fetch in the bathtub, "Careful," he says as he lowered Adrian onto it.

A soft sigh escaped Adrian’s lips the moment the warm water touched his skin. He felt instant relief in his muscles, his body relaxing against the bathtub.

Alexander lowered himself to a squat behind the bathtub, his hands resting on Adrian’s shoulder. He detected Adrian’s instantly tensing as he touched him and sighed.

He didn’t want to make Adrian tense. He wanted to make him feel good.

"Relax, Baby..." he placed a soft kiss on Adrian’s shoulder, "I’m just trying to make you feel good. Let me take care of you." He whispered huskily against Adrian’s ear.