They say the body has memory.

I didn’t believe that until I started waking up soaked in sweat and c*m, my heart racing, my fingers trembling, my lips parted as if I’d been whispering his name in sleep.

But I never even knew his real name.

I remember his voice though, how it curled around me like smoke, soft and deep, commanding yet kind, dark and dangerous.

He never touched me. Never laid a hand on me. But I came so hard, I cried.

Now, every night, I crave it. That voice. That whisper that made my knees weak. That sin I never thought I’d want.

I thought I was straight. Now, I’m not even sure I’m sane.

And I think I’d ruin myself just to hear it again.

For 25 years, Zayn lived in a world of straight expectations, dating girls, chasing pleasure that always ended in silence and frustration. Sex was a routine, not release. Until one bored night, chasing a thrill, he said yes to something different.

A man in a club offered him more than money, he offered a secret, a night of satisfaction like he’d never known. But when Zayn entered that hotel room, he didn’t expect him, the rich, cold, dangerously alluring heir of a conservative empire, whose father publicly condemns everything he hides in the dark.

What started as a one-night experiment turned into a dangerous addiction. Without a single touch, Zayn was broken open, undone, and made to scream, cry, and beg, only through sound.

Now, even back home, Zayn trembles when he hears his voice in dreams, in memory, in madness. His sheets are always wet. His nights are restless. His body wants more.

And the worst part?

He's starting to want him, too.


18+ WARNING 
This story contains explicit male-male content, intense erotic scenes, and psychological seduction.
If you're not ready for a world where a voice can break you, proceed cautiously.

Read at your discretion.

The final draft is finally out today, and the shoot is scheduled for tomorrow. Coincidentally, tomorrow was supposed to be the day we flew back home.


But right now, I don't think that will be possible. Zayn's birthday is only four days away, and I'm not even sure I'll be able to make it. After the shoot and the presentation, we still have to wait for the launch, which might take a few extra days.


Honestly, I don't know how to tell Zayn that I might not be able to make it to his birthday.


Just then, Mr. Karl knocked on my door. I opened it, and he said, "The way things are going now, you might not make it to Zayn's birthday."


I looked at him and sighed. "That's exactly what I've been thinking. I don't even know how to break the news to him."


Mr. Karl frowned. "This is terrible. He'll definitely be looking forward to seeing you there."


Then he asked, "But have you at least told him you won't be back tomorrow?"


Chapter 130 - Chapter 130: Teasing the Heart