The Idol’s Mommy Kink - Chapter 6: Chapter 6
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My eyes burned with fury as I shoved Julian Ashcroft away, disgust twisting my features.
"You pathetic loser, drop the act!"
First, my useless boyfriend couldn't satisfy me, and now Julian? Another disappointment. Years of torture with him, and the one time I dared to seek pleasure elsewhere, this was what I got.
"How dare you!" Julian's hand shot up, poised to strike—but it never landed.
I let out a cold laugh, straightening my clothes with deliberate calm before grabbing my bag and storming out of the villa.
And then—there he was.
Adrian Roland.
My idol. My fantasy.
Frustration surged inside me, but Adrian's expression remained as cool and unreadable as ever.
I knew better.
Last night, this same man had been on his knees, whispering "Mommy" like a prayer.
Everyone wears a mask—but mine was slipping.
Before I could stop myself, I threw myself into his arms, tears spilling over.
"Ms. Fairsprene?" His body stiffened, caught off guard.
Wary of prying eyes, he quickly pulled me back inside.
The moment we were alone, something primal took over. I crashed my lips against his, desperate, hungry.
Like a wildcat, I pushed him onto the bed, stripping him bare in seconds.
Adrian didn't resist.
He flipped me beneath him, taking control with a ferocity that left me breathless.
Afterward, I lay there, flushed and spent, but bitterness still coiled in my chest.
Rolling over, I clung to him, my voice trembling.
"Did you always know? That an 'Emotional Release Therapist' was just a fancy name for your plaything?"
Adrian chuckled, fingers threading through my hair. "You applied for the job. Didn't you read the fine print?"
"I studied psychology," I hissed. "I thought I'd be counseling clients—not this!"
His grin widened. "Same job. Different methods."
Same?
Since when were therapy and this even remotely similar?
Now even my idol thought I was some kind of easy conquest.
"You don't understand," I insisted, cheeks burning. "I came here to be a therapist. And... today was my first time."
"First time?!" His sharp features froze in shock.
For a long moment, he just stared at me—then pulled me tighter, pressing a kiss to my forehead.
"Sophia," he murmured, voice rough with something possessive. "From now on, you're mine. And I'll cherish you twice as much."
"Really?"
Never in my wildest dreams had I imagined this.
Overwhelmed, I kissed him again, deep and desperate.
An hour later, I soaked in the bath, washing away the night's evidence.
The ache between my thighs was proof—Adrian had claimed me in every way.
I'd already made up my mind. My worthless boyfriend? He'd be history the second I got home.
Wrapped in a towel, I stepped out—only to find the room empty.
"Adrian?"
No answer.
My stomach dropped.
Had he really just... left?
"You pathetic loser, drop the act!"
First, my useless boyfriend couldn't satisfy me, and now Julian? Another disappointment. Years of torture with him, and the one time I dared to seek pleasure elsewhere, this was what I got.
"How dare you!" Julian's hand shot up, poised to strike—but it never landed.
I let out a cold laugh, straightening my clothes with deliberate calm before grabbing my bag and storming out of the villa.
And then—there he was.
Adrian Roland.
My idol. My fantasy.
Frustration surged inside me, but Adrian's expression remained as cool and unreadable as ever.
I knew better.
Last night, this same man had been on his knees, whispering "Mommy" like a prayer.
Everyone wears a mask—but mine was slipping.
Before I could stop myself, I threw myself into his arms, tears spilling over.
"Ms. Fairsprene?" His body stiffened, caught off guard.
Wary of prying eyes, he quickly pulled me back inside.
The moment we were alone, something primal took over. I crashed my lips against his, desperate, hungry.
Like a wildcat, I pushed him onto the bed, stripping him bare in seconds.
Adrian didn't resist.
He flipped me beneath him, taking control with a ferocity that left me breathless.
Afterward, I lay there, flushed and spent, but bitterness still coiled in my chest.
Rolling over, I clung to him, my voice trembling.
"Did you always know? That an 'Emotional Release Therapist' was just a fancy name for your plaything?"
Adrian chuckled, fingers threading through my hair. "You applied for the job. Didn't you read the fine print?"
"I studied psychology," I hissed. "I thought I'd be counseling clients—not this!"
His grin widened. "Same job. Different methods."
Same?
Since when were therapy and this even remotely similar?
Now even my idol thought I was some kind of easy conquest.
"You don't understand," I insisted, cheeks burning. "I came here to be a therapist. And... today was my first time."
"First time?!" His sharp features froze in shock.
For a long moment, he just stared at me—then pulled me tighter, pressing a kiss to my forehead.
"Sophia," he murmured, voice rough with something possessive. "From now on, you're mine. And I'll cherish you twice as much."
"Really?"
Never in my wildest dreams had I imagined this.
Overwhelmed, I kissed him again, deep and desperate.
An hour later, I soaked in the bath, washing away the night's evidence.
The ache between my thighs was proof—Adrian had claimed me in every way.
I'd already made up my mind. My worthless boyfriend? He'd be history the second I got home.
Wrapped in a towel, I stepped out—only to find the room empty.
"Adrian?"
No answer.
My stomach dropped.
Had he really just... left?
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