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.

"If you won't calm down, and all you want to do is be rude, then it's better you end this call right now."


His words stung, but the anger burning inside me wouldn't let me stop. My grip on the phone tightened.


"Don't turn this around on me, Evans. I'm the one watching him fall apart day by day! I deserve to know what's going on. If you really cared about him, you'd stop hiding things and just tell me the truth!"


Evans' voice replied. "Why should I tell you? This is your relationship, not mine. If Zayn wanted you to know, he would've told you from the very moment it started."


I let out a long, heavy sigh. He's right, but that doesn't make this any easier.


"Okay, I understand," I said quietly, forcing myself to calm down. "But please… what can you do for me? I need him to be okay. Right now it feels like everything between us is breaking apart. In case you don't know, Zayn has started coming home drunk and tonight was the worst of it."


Chapter 173 - Chapter 173: Trust the Process