The Billionaire's Two-Faced Escort Wife-Chapter 94: Back Home

Sebastian looked directly into Adrian’s eyes, the intensity of his gaze demanding honesty. "You said your involvement is not love, but a contract. Yet, when I offered you a clean slate—true, irrevocable freedom from all debt—you refused it because you refuse to owe either of us anything. Adrian, that’s not about debt. That’s about loyalty. You chose to remain bound to Alexander because, despite everything, you love him, and you want to fight this battle on his territory."

​Adrian felt a slow burn of shame and frustration. Sebastian had dissected his motivations with frightening accuracy. He could neither deny nor confirm the statement without violating his own protective barrier.

​"My personal feelings are irrelevant to my professional commitments," Adrian stated, picking up his glass.

​Sebastian didn’t push. He simply nodded, respecting the wall. "Understood. Then I will stick to my commitment: I am your distraction, and your chauffeur. And your friend, if you will allow it."

​The afternoon passed slowly, filled with comfortable silence and the background sounds of the vineyard. Around 5:00 PM, Adrian knew it was time to leave. He couldn’t risk the four-hour drive back encroaching on Alexander’s ’midnight’ deadline.

​As Sebastian was packing the basket, Adrian walked over to the edge of the porch, looking out at the sun beginning to dip behind the hills.

​"Sebastian," Adrian began, turning back to him. "You asked me earlier why I didn’t take the offer of a clean break. There’s something you don’t understand about Alexander."

​Sebastian stopped packing and looked at him expectantly.

​Adrian knew he couldn’t reveal the secret identity—that would ruin everything. But he could offer a small, devastating truth to justify his choice and stop Sebastian’s pursuit.

​"Alexander isn’t just a boss, or a lover," Adrian admitted, his voice barely a whisper. "He’s the only man who has ever been willing to sacrifice his most guarded secret—his reputation, his family stability, everything—just to have me. He didn’t abandon me; he was following the rules I set out of fear. He’s possessive, yes, but that possessiveness is tied to his deepest vulnerability."

​Adrian didn’t say the word love, but he didn’t have to.

​"You offer me freedom, Sebastian, but Alexander offers me the chance to be the only one. And for a man who has spent his life being disposable, that is an infinitely greater price than any debt you could pay."

​He met Sebastian’s gaze. "My choice is made. Now, please, take me home. I need to be back before midnight."

​Sebastian stared at Adrian, the calculating look finally dissolving into one of genuine, frustrated understanding. He realised his clean offer of freedom was worthless against the complexity of Alexander’s dark, possessive devotion, which Adrian had just painted as a twisted kind of romance.

​"I see," Sebastian murmured, finally conceding defeat. He closed the basket lid with a decisive snap. "Then let’s get you back to your tyrant, Adrian. I would. Hewant to violate your midnight d;adline. Alexander will need every ounce of control he has left when you walk through that door."

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​As they reached the car, Adrian paused. He knew the drive had been costly for Sebastian, a wasted day of manoeuvring that failed. He needed to honour the friendship Sebastian had offered, even as he chose Alexander.

​Adrian stepped back toward Sebastian, and quickly, before Sebastian could react, he reached out and placed a light, fleeting touch on Sebastian’s arm, near the elbow.

​It was a brief, non-sexual moment of physical thanks, a violation of his own rule to thank the man for his restraint.

​"Thank you, Sebastian. For the peace," Adrian said.

​Sebastian’s eyes widened, shocked by the initiated touch. He felt the brief warmth of Adrian’s fingers through his sweater. It was a clear, painful sign of intimacy, given only because Adrian knew he was choosing Alexander and wanted to soften the blow.

​"Safe travels, Adrian," Sebastian managed, his voice strained. He opened the car door.

​Adrian slid in, already calculating his strategy for the moment he walked into Alexander’s living room.

​The car pulled away from Vale Reserves and headed back toward the city. The entire four-hour drive was spent in silence, Sebastian reeling from Adrian’s confession of loyalty.

​The time on Adrian’s watch showed 11:50 PM when Sebastian pulled the car up to the curb of Alexander’s penthouse.

​"Here you are, safe and sound, and well ahead of schedule," Sebastian said, his voice flat.

​"Thank you," Adrian said, stepping out. He didn’t look back.

​He walked quickly into the elevator, his heart pounding a frantic rhythm against his ribs. The lift ascended, the minutes ticking by. 11:58 PM.

​The elevator doors opened directly into the private foyer of the penthouse.

​Alexander was waiting. He was standing in the centre of the living room and was wearing only his slacks. His chest was bare, his skin gleaming under the soft lights. He hadn’t moved for so long; as if he had waited for hours at that particular spot.

​He was a picture of contained, dangerous intensity, his blue eyes blazing with hours of agony and suppressed desire.

​Adrian stopped just inside the threshold, taking in the sight. He had arrived back within the rules, but Alexander was pushing the boundaries of the ’no pressure’ rule simply by being a towering, silent presence of raw need.

​The grandfather clock in the hall began to chime, signalling midnight.

​Alexander took a slow, deliberate step toward Adrian. "You’re late," he accused, his voice deep and rough. "The time you told me was midnight. It is now precisely midnight and two seconds. You broke your word."

"Don’t be ridiculous," Adrian murmured and walked past Alexander, heading toward his room.

"Adrian!" Alexander was on Adrian in a blink, pinning him against the wall, his warm breath ghosting Iver Adrian’s lips. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

"Let go," Adrian gritted out, trying to tug his wrists out of Alexander’s hold.

"Let go?" Alexander growled, gripping Adrian’s chin, forcing him to look up to him, "Let you go after you spent a whole day away from me? After choosing Sebastian?" He breathed out, searching Adrian’s eyes.

Adrian gulped, "You left first. If you didn’t want me going out, you’d stay, Alex. You should stay with me every fucking time." He finally succeeded in slipping his hands out of Alexander’s hold, pushing against his chest.

Instead of stepping back, Alexander wrapped his arm around Adrian’s waist, pulling him closer.

He realised that he was overreactingibstead if apologising. Adrian only wanted attention, and he was glad that Adrian still chose to return to him by the end of the day.

"Adrian," he whispered in Adrian’s ear, his lips caressing the shell of Adrian’s ear, "I’m sorry, Adrian. I didn’t mean to leave without notice. I just had to deal with something really quick," he whispered.

Adrian scoffed, "Whatever, Alex. I’m tired, I need to sleep." He muttered.

"Then sleep with me, baby—my room," Alexander murmured against Adrian’s neck, running his nose along the sensitive skin.

Adrian shuddered, his hands flattening against Alexander’s bare chest, "You’re crossing the line, Alexander. Do I need to remind you of the rules – ahh—" he moaned, his body trembling greatly as Alexander’s fingers found his nipple inside his shirt, pinching it at the same time he sucked on his neck.

Alexander rolled Adrian’s nipple between his fingers, sucking hard on his neck until he was sure it would leave a glaring mark.

"Ah, Alex—" Adrian sighed softly, pushing his chest out to meet Alexander’s skilled fingers.

Alexander cupped Adrian’s face, pressing his forehead on Adrian’s, his breath coming out hot and urgent. "I think I’ll break the rules, tonight, my love. Push me away now, or let me have you," he whispered, taking a step back, waiting for Andrian to decide where they ended things tonight.

Adrian was breathing hard, chest rising and falling—dick rising in his pants.

The sudden space between them felt like a sin, he craved Alexander’s touch again, he felt like an addict whose drug was snatched away by force.

Feral.

"Fuck the rules," Adrian muttered and suddenly jumped into Alexander’s arms, wrapping his legs around his waist, "Fuck me, Baby. Don’t hold back," He whispered and slammed his lips against Alexander’s, forcing his tongue into taste what he’d missed the whole day.

Alexander’s control shattered like glass under a hammer.

The moment Adrian’s lips crashed into his, tongue demanding and desperate, Alexander growled deep in his chest, a primal sound that vibrated through them both. His hands gripped Adrian’s thighs hard enough to bruise, hoisting him higher as Adrian’s legs locked around his waist. He devoured Adrian’s mouth, tongues tangling in a wet, filthy dance, tasting the day’s absence like it was poison he needed to purge.

"Mine," Alexander rasped between kisses, staggering toward the bathroom without breaking stride. "All fucking *mine*."

He kicked the door open, the marble echoing under his feet, and set Adrian down on the cool counter with a thud that rattled the fixtures. Water ran hot in the shower stall behind them, steam already fogging the mirrors as Alexander ripped Adrian’s shirt open, buttons scattering like confetti. Pants followed, yanked down and tossed aside in a frenzy, until Adrian was bare, flushed, and leaking against the granite.

"Shower," Alexander commanded, voice rough as gravel. He stripped his own slacks off in one fluid motion, cock springing free, thick and veined, already dripping. But he didn’t touch Adrian—not yet. Instead, he hauled him under the spray, the hot water cascading over them like a baptism.

Adrian gasped as the heat hit his skin, but Alexander’s hands were clinical, almost cruel in their restraint. He lathered soap over Adrian’s chest, shoulders, thighs—washing him with slow, deliberate strokes that skimmed everywhere except where Adrian needed it most. His fingers traced the lines of Adrian’s abs, dipped into the hollows of his hips, but avoided his aching cock, his balls, his ass.

"Alex—touch me," Adrian begged, voice cracking, hips bucking forward into nothing. He was yearning like a bitch in heat, body arching toward every brush of Alexander’s knuckles, every accidental graze. Water streamed down his face, mixing with the desperate tears pricking his eyes.

Alexander’s eyes darkened, a wicked smile curling his lips. "Not yet." He stepped back just enough to wrap his own hand around his cock, stroking himself slowly and hard under the spray. Precum mixed with water, slicking his fist as he pumped, eyes locked on Adrian’s trembling form. "Watch me. See what you do to me."

Adrian whimpered, hands fisting at his sides, cock twitching untouched. He was a mess—desperate, aching, yearning—watching Alexander pleasure himself with torturous slowness, thumb circling the head, hips rolling into his own grip. It was agony, the denial making every nerve scream for contact.

"Fuck—Alex—" Adrian whimpered.

Finally, Alexander broke. He surged forward, pressing their bodies together under the stream, cocks rubbing slick and hot between them. Adrian cried out, grinding against him, the friction electric, filthy, perfect. Alexander’s hand joined, wrapping around both their lengths, stroking them together in rough, urgent pulls that had Adrian’s knees buckling.

But then—he stopped. Resumed washing Adrian as if nothing had happened, soaping his back, his ass, fingers teasing the cleft without penetrating.

He made sure Adrian was neat and ready.

"Out," Alexander ordered suddenly, voice strained. He shut off the water, towel-drying Adrian with quick, efficient swipes before shoving him toward the bedroom. "On the bed. Lie down and spread your legs."

Adrian obeyed, heart pounding, crawling onto the sheets and parting his thighs wide, exposed and vulnerable. Alexander stalked after him, eyes feral, climbing between his legs like a predator claiming prey.

He dove in without warning—mouth sealing over Adrian’s cock, sucking deep and hard, tongue swirling around the head.

Adrian’s hips bucked, a scream tearing from his throat, "Ohh, fucking hot!"

Alexander didn’t stop; he licked lower, tongue tracing down to Adrian’s ass, lapping at the tight ring before spitting directly onto it, the wet glob sliding down.

"Fuck—Alex—" Adrian gasped as Alexander’s finger pushed in, slick with spit and water, curling immediately against that spot.

Two fingers followed, scissoring Adrian open while Alexander’s mouth returned to Adrian’s cock, sucking him to the root, throat working around him.

The sound of finger fucking the wet hole and mouth slurping on a cock filled the room, heightening their arousal.

Adrian shattered.

His body arched like a bow, cock pulsing in Alexander’s mouth as he came with a guttural cry, spilling hot and thick down his throat. His ass clenched tight around Alexander’s fingers, milking them in rhythmic spasms, every muscle tightening in Alexander’s hand as waves of pleasure crashed over him.

Alexander swallowed every drop, milking him dry with slow, reverent sucks before pulling off with a wet pop. He sat back against the headboard, chest heaving, cock still rock-hard and glistening.

"Come here," he growled, guiding Adrian’s head down. "Suck me deep, baby. Take it all."

Adrian dove in eagerly, mouth stretching wide around Alexander’s length, sinking until his nose brushed pubic hair. He swallowed around him, throat fluttering, bobbing with deep, sloppy strokes that had Alexander’s hands fisting the sheets.

"Fuck—yes, like that—" Alexander groaned, hips thrusting shallowly, losing himself in the wet heat.

But he needed more. He hauled Adrian up, flipping him onto his back and settling between his thighs. "Ready?" he whispered, slicking himself with lube from the nightstand.

Adrian nodded frantically. "Now."

Alexander pushed in—hard at first, a single brutal thrust that buried him to the hilt, both of them crying out at the fullness.

He pounded into Adrian relentlessly, hips snapping with raw power, the bed creaking under the force.

Adrian’s nails raked down his back, urging him on, the room filled with skin slapping skin, moans, and filthy praise.

Then he slowed—deep, grinding rolls that hit every spot, drawing it out until Adrian was sobbing with need.

"Feel me," Alexander whispered, kissing him soft and sweet amid the storm. "Only me. Always me."

Adrian came again, clenching around him, and Alexander followed, spilling deep inside with a shattered groan.

They collapsed together, tangled and spent, Alexander pressing tender kisses to Adrian’s forehead. "I love you," he murmured, voice breaking. "More than anything."

Adrian smiled, pulling him closer. "I love you too. Don’t ever let go."

In that moment, they felt it—something profound, unravelling, new. A connection deeper than flesh, sweeter than surrender. For the first time, they weren’t just fucking; they were whole.