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.

Evans tilted his head, eyes narrowing in quiet thought. "But what makes you think that telling me is any different from telling him?"


My head snapped up. "What do you mean?"


For a second, I thought he was being serious but then Evans chuckled softly, shaking his head. "Relax, I'm just joking."


Then he looked at me and asked, "So, what did you decide?"


I looked at him and said softly, "I don't know." Then I explained further, "Evric's father and I agreed that I would have three months to decide. But now, he says he can't wait that long anymore. He told me that Evric's journey in life right now requires a good woman beside him, not a man. So, he gave me two options, either I leave Evric, or I lose everything I've built with my sweat. And now he's only giving me two weeks to decide."


I paused, staring at Evans. "Just two weeks!"


Evans chuckled and shook his head. "Why are you so worried about that? You could just ask your man for money."


Chapter 167 - Chapter 167: One Month Under the Same Roof